I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

"What happened?"

An Qingxue walked out of the cave slowly, looking at the old man in front of her suspiciously.

An Gao immediately greeted him, and anxiously recounted what had happened recently.

When she said "An Buhuan is dead", An Qingxue's pretty face turned pale for a while, and her expression changed from disbelief at the beginning to endless sadness.

With a hoarse voice and bloodshot eyes, she asked, "Why? Why did you only inform me now?"

An Gao, who had white temples, was about to answer when a huge Spiritual Qi fluctuation suddenly came from the direction of the Anshen tree.

It's the end of the tree selection...

"This is... a tree election? Are you choosing a new patriarch?!" An Qingxue was furious.

Only a few days after his grandfather passed away, these people can't wait to take the position of the patriarch.

"Alas, we are also very saddened by the passing of your grandfather, but the An God clan cannot live without a head." An Gao explained.

"Then why did you only inform me now!?" The anger in An Qingxue's eyes was almost unstoppable, she felt betrayed by her own people.

"There was an elder's proposal, saying that he was afraid of disturbing your Closed Door Training, so he specially issued an order not to notify you... However, I think that this time the patriarch's choice, you have to be present, so you make up your own mind. I'm here to call you." An Gao said with a frown.

"Which Elder?" At this moment, An Qingxue's tone calmed down, terribly calm.

She smelled something unusual.

"Yes... An Bushi." An Gao hesitated for a while, and finally said.

"An Bu Shi!" An Qingxue clenched her silver teeth tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, and her eyes were full of hatred.

She had known for a long time that An Bushi coveted her grandfather's patriarch's position for a long time, this time grandfather was ambushed, maybe he had his handwriting.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to her, that is, to rush to the Anshen tree and ask An Bushi loudly.

However, the moment this idea just came up, she was forcibly suppressed by her.

She clenched and clenched her fist, and finally let it go weakly. An Buhuan's sudden death left her suddenly without support and became at a loss.

Only now did she realize that even though she had become a powerhouse in the Delusional Realm, she had never escaped An Buhuan's shelter.

An Gao glanced at An Qingxue imperceptibly, and found that at this moment, An Qingxue still had the upper hand.

The effect of Chaotic Heart Powder has not completely evaporated, it seems that a fire needs to be added... An Gao thought to himself, and a set of words was brewing in his heart.

His purpose was to anger An Qingxue, make her lose her mind, disrupt the selection of the patriarch and attack An Bushi under the eyes of the crowd.

In this way, An Bushi has a reason to punish evil!

After a while, An Gao rationalized his thoughts, and said with a face full of melancholy: "Alas, An Buhuan's lineage, now you are the only one left, thinking about how beautiful it was when An Ji was still there, It's a pity... I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid that thieves will miss you."

"what do you mean?"

An Qingxue, who was already suspicious of peace, frowned, and immediately noticed something unusual. The old man in front of him probably knew something.

An Gao hesitated for a while, then said, "Oh, this is just my speculation, don't take it too seriously, that day..."

Next, he said the rhetoric that he had already formulated in his heart.

The general meaning is that An Qingxue's father, An Ji's Death, and An Buhuan's injuries are all related to An Bushi... or even... planned by An Bushi!

Among them, An Gao also added many details that only internal members knew, in order to make An Qingxue even more angry.

Soon, his goal was achieved.

An Qingxue's eyes were blood red, and she stared in the direction of the Anshen tree.

At this moment, she figured it all out. Over the years, she has never stopped investigating the events of the year. Some points that she couldn't figure out before were also fulfilled in An Gao's words in front of her.

She didn't suspect that An Gao was lying, because there are many places in An Gao's words, which are very consistent with his own thoughts, and he must really know something.

All of this was indeed done by An Bushi, his father, An Ji, and his grandfather, An Buhuan, were all killed by An Bushi!

At this moment, the evil thoughts and anger in her heart continued to be amplified, and her rationality began to lose ground.

Seeing An Qingxue's leaving back, An Gao first smiled, then turned to a sigh.

"Forget it, I won't join in the fun of this patriarch's choice." An Gao flew in the other direction.

...

Under the soothing tree, the tree selection has ended.

In the end, of course, An Bushi won.

An Bu Shi stood quietly under the tree of tranquility, with the power of requiem lingering all over his body. It seemed that Sacred was peaceful and peaceful. Even though the Cultivation Base, which had broken through the ninth floor, was only faintly leaking, it was enough to make people dread.

"The Anshen Clan is worthy of being an aristocratic family. Even if An Buhuan is missing, there are still people in the clan who can stand up!"

"Indeed, but in my opinion, the strength shown by this An Bushi is much stronger than that of An Buhuan."

"I can't say that. When An Buhuan was young, he was a rare genius. Even An Bushi had to avoid three points at that time. Unfortunately, An Buhuan was seriously injured. Not the world is the exact opposite.”

"Well...you say, is there any hidden meaning in this..."

"Hehe, it's best not to guess about things that are unnecessary, otherwise...you know the consequences yourself."

...

Everyone you say, I say it.

Soon, the selection began.

In fact, since things have developed to this day, almost everyone has understood in their hearts that the position of the patriarch must be safe.

At present, the Elder, Cultivation Base, who competed with him for the position of the patriarch, are all eight levels of arrogance, one level lower than An Bushi.

Those elders themselves knew that they were just here to accompany them, and the position of the patriarch was already in An Bushi's pocket.

The old man in charge waved his hand, and countless leaves fell precisely on every Anshen disciple.

Immediately afterwards, he said slowly: "Just inject your thoughts into the leaves."

A group of disciples, holding the leaves in their hands, did not hesitate, and slowly poured their thoughts into them according to what the old man said.

With the injection of thoughts, the leaves floated gently and flew towards the candidates standing in front of the tranquility tree.

In less than a minute, leaves were flying all over An Bushi. Obviously, most of the disciples chose An Bushi with a higher Cultivation Base as the patriarch.

An Bushi smiled imperceptibly, the position of the patriarch was within easy reach.