After Lingfeng stepped down, no one from Wudang Sect came forward to challenge him. Jingchenzi, Zhou Chonghe, and Lingfeng were all top figures in the sect. They were unable to deal with Wang Xiaojun. The younger disciples felt that there was no hope of winning, and secondly, wouldn’t they be too arrogant to look up to the seniors at this time? As for the seven sons of Wudang, there was already a saying that they would not continue to challenge him, but Wang Xiaojun was still calling out the phone openly. As a major sect with the deepest influence in the martial arts world, you can’t just be so stiff, right?

Liu Ping looked at the Wudang people and pondered: "This..."

Jingchenzi suddenly said, "I have a suggestion."

Liu Ping said helplessly: "Please speak."

Jingchenzi said: "It was the autumn of life and death in Wudang. I suggest that whoever can deal with Wang Xiaojun will be the head of him. What are your opinions?"

Ling Feng said, "I want to say that your abacus was originally good, but I don't understand one thing. You have already lost. Is this proposal good for you?"

Liu Ping frowned and said, "And I'm sorry, there are not people in our Wudang sect. The people who are sure to win Wang Xiaojun are at least your and my peers. We are all at this age. If you don't want to be obedient, no matter who becomes the head, it will be safe for only 10 years at most. Then, you will inevitably fall into civil strife again. Don't forget the profound meaning of Master's arrangement to let Mimi be the head before his death. He just hopes that Wudang can be safe for a long time!"

Jing Chenzi sneered: "You don't need to say that Junior Brother Liu is so high-sounding. You are just afraid that the position of the leader will fall into the hands of our branches. However, Chen Mimi voluntarily gave up being the leader. You can't just leave the position of the leader in your hands, right?"

Liu Ping angrily said: "You"

Ling Feng said: "According to your words, whoever has the best martial arts skills will become the leader. Except for Senior Brother Jing Chanzi, no one in the Wudang Sect can be assured of overcoming all the heroes. Then there will be another melee."

Wang Xiaojun squatted beside the platform and said, "If anyone can defeat me, he will be the head of the Wudang Sect. Then I will elect Taoist Lingfeng. I will give up the defeat in the battle just now."

Ling Feng laughed loudly and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you for your love, brother. I really want to be the head of the sect, thank you." A very old Taoist among the seven sons of Wudang behind him said in a deep voice: "But if you want to say that you are overwhelming all the heroes, Junior Brother Ling Feng can't even talk about it, right?"

Ling Feng said seriously: "So Jingchenzi's proposal is simply farting. He is just afraid that the world will not be in chaos, and he must not do anything like winning the leader in martial arts competition!"

Wang Xiaojun leaned over and asked Chen Mimi in the audience: "Aren't the seven sons of Wudang the same? Why are they quarreling?"

Chen Mimi said: "There are only four disciples of my master among the Seven Sons of Wudang. Now it is not the most powerful senior brother Jing Chanzi. It is three to three. So when Brother Lingfeng said that he represents the Seven Sons of Wudang, no one opposed it because everyone is evenly matched and moves the whole body. Even if he represents the Seven Sons of Wudang, he can only take on such a hardworking job as you, but he has no right to compete for the position of the head. After all, there can't be seven heads, right?"

Wang Xiaojun said: "I heard that the other three kung fu were taught by your master. Isn't they ungrateful in their actions?"

"It's understandable." Chen Mimi said, "It's said that they can't help themselves. Even if they don't have worldly hearts, no one is not a lot of disciples and disciples. If they don't fight, they will naturally have someone to fight for them. It's not easy to be neutral and not cause trouble." Chen Mimi finally sighed, "I won't be the head of this sect, and it will hurt everyone badly."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Don't say that. You are young, Xiaodebo, and after becoming the head, they will see hope and fight for more. Do you think that why the disciples of those tribes agreed to let you take office? Isn't it just to treat you as an excessive amount, and the ultimate goal is to take advantage of the situation."

Chen Mimi sighed again, looked at Jing Zenzi's small house and said, "My senior brother is really patient. He will not come forward even if Wudang is at this stage."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Outsiders' swords, guns, swords and halberds are not scary. A basin of dirty water from one's own people is enough to make people feel heartbroken. If I were your senior brother, I wouldn't care about you anymore."

At this time, Jingchenzi shouted loudly: "It doesn't matter if everyone disagrees with my suggestion, so I'll add another restriction."

Liu Ping said: "You said."

Jing Chenzi said: "Our generation is not counted. Who among the younger disciples can defeat Wang Xiaojun, let us let him be the head of the sect? "

As soon as he said this, everyone turned their attention to Zhou Chonghe, but they didn't know whether it was a matter of defeat just now. At this time, Daoming limped up the mountain. Everyone glanced at him and shook his head. Jing Chenzi's disciple didn't seem to be able to take on the heavy responsibility of saviors. Everyone knew that Jing Chenzi was selfish and narrow-minded, but if you want to say that he had selfishness this time, no one could see through how he wanted to cash out his interests.

Seeing that no one was talking, Jingchenzi asked again: "Do you agree or not?"

The Wudang people exchanged expressions in private, and were still silent. This restriction of OnePlus can only be achieved by the younger generation. Although the oldest second generation is over 50 years old, their overall strength is not optimistic. Zhou Chonghe is still the one who has the most hope to seize the flag. As for Daoming, there is basically no need to hold hope.

After thinking about it, Liu Ping felt that Jing Chenzi would definitely not be able to speculate this time, so he smiled and said, "I think it is feasible. If there are such talents among young people, we all feel at ease to hand over Wudang to him."

"Okay!" Jing Chenzi shouted to everyone in the Wudang Sect, "Whoever can take down Wang Xiaojun will be the head of the sect, but there is a prerequisite. Those who come to power must be our descendants, all disciples can be allowed, and senior brothers and juniors will be spared."

At this time, Wang Xiaojun suddenly shouted: "Hey, what are my benefits?"

Liu Ping frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Wang Xiaojun said: "You use me as a touchstone. If you want me to cooperate, you have to give me some benefits, otherwise what if I let the water go?"

Jing Chenzi said angrily: "It's outrageous. Wudang has all the things that happened today because of you. You dare to make requests to us!"

Wang Xiaojun waved with a smile and said, "Mingyue, Jingjing, whoever you two want to be the heads of the sect will come up quickly. I will give you a big gift." Mingyue and Jingjing giggled.

Liu Ping said helplessly: "What do you want?"

Wang Xiaojun said: "First, no one of you is allowed to make things difficult for you in the future."

Liu Ping said: "She is not the leader, she is still our junior sister. This can promise you."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Secondly, if you have any dissatisfaction, come to me, and don't involve my friends and the Iron Palm Gang."

Liu Ping said: "It's not that we are not ignorant of right and wrong in Wudang, and that's fine."

Wang Xiaojun nodded and said, "Well, okay, you guys come up."

Liu Ping said loudly: "Who is the junior nephew volunteering? Whoever wins this battle will push him as the head of the sect, but I want to say a little bit: The person who comes to power must be from my Wudang Sect."

The Wudang disciples looked at each other, and after a long time, no one came to play. The reason was just the two: If you go up now, it means that you have the ambition to be the head. How can you be a good person if you lose? Secondly... you will lose against Wang Xiaojun!

Slowly, everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Chonghe again. Zhou Chonghe also looked up at Wang Xiaojun. He was in a mess at the moment and had no time to think about whether he was the leader. As for Wugong, he knew that Wang Xiaojun was still far from him, but with his current state, it was still hard to say who would die when he went to the stage again. Liu Ping winked at him hard, and the meaning was very clear, that was to seize this opportunity and win the position of the leader. After Jing Chanzi was impeached, Zhou Chonghe's identity as the heir was automatically cancelled, and Wudang had today's chaos. So in Liu Ping's view, this was already the last opportunity for Zhou Chonghe to take over, otherwise how could he agree to Jing Chenzi's proposal?

Regarding the rise and fall of the sect, and the survival of his own branch, Zhou Chonghe had to slowly walk towards Fengyi Pavilion.

Wang Xiaojun whispered to Chen Mimi: "Our eldest nephew is coming up again. I have no objection to giving him the position of the head sect to him, right?"

Chen Mimi smiled and said, "Didn't you just promised my senior brother not to let go? Besides, you may not be able to beat Zhou Chonghe, so why did you let go?"

Wang Xiaojun sighed and said, "I think he feels sorry for him. Besides, he will never come to bother you again if he is going to be the head of the sect."

Chen Mimi said, "Bah, I didn't expect you to be so cunning." She joked, but in fact she agreed. Letting Zhou Chonghe be the head of the sect is indeed the best choice.

Just when Zhou Chong and were about ten meters away from the platform, someone suddenly whispered loudly: "I'll challenge Wang Xiaojun!" The man walked out quickly and jumped onto the stage. He was in his forties and handsome Fengshen, and he was actually a handsome uncle.

When Wang Xiaojun saw that the man was still a little confused, Chen Mimi had already shouted: "It's you?"

The uncle looked down at Chen Mimi and said, "Do you know me?"

Chen Mimi pulled Wang Xiaojun's trouser legs hard off the stage: "It's you, it's you!"

Wang Xiaojun suddenly said, "Yes, it's me!" The conversation between these two people must be confused when they heard it, but they themselves knew very well that the handsome uncle was exactly what Wang Xiaojun disguised when he went to see the Thousand-Faced Man to regain the Zhenwu Sword, so Chen Mimi said "it's you" and Wang "it's me". Wang Xiaojun suddenly thought that the Thousand-Faced Man mentioned it that day, saying that the Shuai Uncle had mastered a "scandal" about Wudangtian, which should be on Jing Chanzi. It was indeed true.

The handsome uncle looked at the two of them fussing, and suddenly smiled and said, "I understand, it turns out that day was indeed the one you pretended to be me."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Wait! Did we meet yesterday?" As soon as Uncle Shuai spoke, he could hear that the other party was the driver who drove in yesterday's operation, but this was not a surprise. He guessed it long before Wang Xiaojun and he had a thousand-faced man together. At this time, the driver showed his true face. Needless to say, he must be the mastermind behind the Wudang incident.

The driver, or the handsome uncle, shook his head gently and said to Wang Xiaojun: "I can only say that I have seen you, but you have never seen me."

Wang Xiaojun said: "Is it interesting to play word games? You are just covering your face."

The handsome uncle smiled indifferently and said, "It's useless to say these things, you have no evidence. And I am on behalf of the Wudang disciples to challenge you and then become the leader." (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!