In the main hall, Guangming Left Envoy Yang Xiao sat on the leader's throne, clasping his fists towards the six tall, short, fat, and thin middle-aged men standing below.
"Thank you to King Bat and Wu Sanren for coming to help. Yang is grateful."
"Bah, don't be sentimental. We are here to aid the Ming Cult. We will not recognize you as the leader." Zhou Dian said disdainfully.
When Yang Xiao heard this, his face darkened, "Master Yang suddenly disappeared for many years, and the Ming sect was in chaos and the West was divided.
As the left envoy of light, of course I have to temporarily take over the position of leader.
Why, you five scattered people want to take the position of leader? "
"Fart!" Leng Qian cursed.
Wei Yixiao asked coldly: "Yang Xiao, after retreating from the enemy, who will you support as your leader?"
Yang Xiao had a sneer on his face. These people were obviously here to help, but they were actually here for the position of leader.
He looked at Wei Yixiao and said, "Whoever owns the Holy Fire Token is the leader. If you know clearly, why don't you ask me!
"Hmph!" Wei Yixiao snorted coldly.
The Holy Fire Order had not been found for a hundred years, and Yang Xiao used this matter to shirk it again, obviously not wanting to give up his power.
"Does King Wei Bat want to take the position of leader?"
"Yang Xiao, if I want to take the position of leader, I will not leave Guangmingding!"
"However, I, Wei Yixiao, will not accept you as the leader of the Ming Cult!"
"King Wei Bat is right, we Wusan people are not convinced either!" Tieguan Taoist Li Zhong responded loudly.
"In this case, you can leave. The six major factions are besieging Guangmingding and I, Yang Xiao, can handle it alone."
"Hey, this Guangmingding does not belong to you Yang Xiao!" Zhou Dian scolded.
"If you don't accept it, just do it!" Leng Qian took the first step and slapped him.
Yang Xiao was furious when he saw Leng Qian slapping him without saying a word. He had doubts about Wu Sanren going to Guangmingding this time, but now he was convinced.
They are coming for the leader's throne.
Without any nonsense at the moment, he waved his right palm and clapped it over.
Leng Qian's cultivation level can be said to be the highest among the Wusan people, but it is definitely not enough to face Yang Xiao alone.
The two palms met and Leng Qian groaned.
Seeing Leng Qian suffer a loss, Zhou Dian waved his hand to help, shouting: "What are you looking at? Go up and fuck him!"
Monk Peng, Taoist Tieguan and others rushed up after hearing the greeting.
Yang Xiao is worthy of being the strongest person in the world, the leader of the Ming Cult. He can defeat five by one and still shows no signs of decline.
"Yang Zuoshi, so many old brothers are dissatisfied with you. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will never be able to become the leader of the Ming Cult!"
"Wei Yixiao, if you are not convinced, you can try it together."
Yang Xiaohao was so angry that he even competed with Wei Yixiao when they were one against five.
"Okay! Wu San people, I'm here to help you."
Wei Yixiao's figure flashed and came behind Monk Peng, placing his palms on his back, transmitting his true energy.
Yang Xiaoyun made a great move in the world, with one against six, never falling behind.
"The world is shifting!"
Leng Qian felt that the true energy in his body was out of control and understood immediately.
There was a hint of pride on Yang Xiao's face, "I have received the love of the leader and taught the Great Shift of the Universe. I have only been able to master it after practicing for many years."
The six people were dragged by the Great Shift of the Universe, and the internal force they used could not hurt Yang Xiao at all. Instead, they themselves were frustrated, and they would suffer internal injuries in a short time.
Monk Peng said loudly: "Yang Xiao, now the six major factions are besieging Guangmingding, and we are killing each other. It's really too much."
"How about we let it go, don't hurt the harmony, and let's compete again after we have defeated the invading enemy."
"who?"
Yang Xiao was about to agree when he saw a black shadow coming from the corner of his eye.
The black shadow said nothing and slapped Monk Peng behind him.
Monk Peng felt the cold air entering his body, unable to suppress it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The black shadow intensified the invasion of cold air.
The cold air spread from Monk Peng to Shuo Bu.
One by one, the first seven people on the scene were injured by the cold air, and then the black shadow spoke.
"How does my Xuan Ming Qi taste?"
"Which one of the two elders, Xuan Ming, are you?" Zhou Dian was trembling with cold air.
"He is not the second elder Xuan Ming. The second elder Xuan Ming does not have such deep internal strength."
Yang Xiao immediately retorted.
"Yang Zuoshi is still wise."
The shadow took off the covering, revealing an old face with piles of wrinkles.
"Who are you, and what hatred do you have against the Ming Cult? You are plotting against us like this!"
Wei Yixiao asked tremblingly, his eyebrows froze.
"Speaking of which, I do have some grudge against the Ming Cult, but I am too old to mention it anymore. But someone promised me a huge profit, so I was asked to come out."
"You guys who are about to die, it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"I've done a lot of harm to Taoists!"
"What! Impossible!"
Yang Xiao screamed in disbelief.
More than ten years ago in the West, Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult, fought with Taoist Baishu. Da Jiutian's hand shocked his heart. How could he survive?
"Nothing is impossible!"
Taoist Baishu looked at everyone with pride, "My nickname Baishu is not in vain. It is normal for someone to be injured but not die. Unless you cut off my head, then it will be useful."
"You vicious dogs under Yang Dingtian, enjoy the feeling of being swallowed up bit by bit by the cold air."
"When I kill the white-browed child and the golden retriever, the Mingjiao will cease to exist."
"Yeah?"
A burly figure wearing a black cloak walked out of a corner of the hall.
Taoist Baishu looked at the visitor with a sinister look.
It can be inferred from his aura and pace that the person's cultivation is no worse than his.
In today's martial arts world, the one he fears most is Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect.
But the old man never hides his head or shrinks his tail.
"Who are you? Dare to ruin my good deeds?"
"Are you scared?" There was mockery in the black shadow's voice.
"I will be afraid of you!"
Taoist Baishu's figure flashed, and Xuanming Divine Palm was shot out instantly.
The strong cold air hit the black shadow.
The black shadow slapped a palm at the same time, and faced Taoist Baishu head-on.
After a loud noise.
Taoist Baishu took a step back.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Didn't you go crazy and die?"
"Haha! You're not dead yet, how could I take the first step?"
"Yang Dingtian! You actually cheated your death!"
"If I don't cheat my death, how can I lead you to show up in this evil realm?"
"Don't think that because Cheng Kun secretly passed on the information, you think you have a chance to win!"
"Without my consent, how could he have spread the news, let alone live till now."
The shadow pulled off his cloak, revealing a rough face.
"The leader is not dead!" Everyone in the Ming Cult was excited. Unfortunately, the cold air had penetrated deeply into their meridians and they were speechless.
Lu Qingyun took a breath of cold air.
Yang Dingtian actually faked his death!
With his strength, besides Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng, who else can be his opponent in this martial arts world.
Could it be that this bad luck forced him to cheat his own death?
but.
Yang Xiao had already said that Taoist Taoist Baishu of the West Tenth Year almost died in the hands of Yang Dingtian, so it was impossible for him to be afraid of cheating his death.
Could it be that there were other powerful people who appeared, forcing him to fake his death and hide it?
Now that Yang Xiao and others were in danger, he had to show up to save them.
