I saved the whole sect by playing badly

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"What are these children doing together?" The remaining elders of the Changming Sect were all cross-legged in the formation, meditating quietly. Elder Zhao opened his eyes and noticed that the token had changed hands. His heart beat like a drum for a moment, and he suddenly became confused. Stand up.

"Didn't you say that we were escorted to our dojo and arrested Xiaoqiao?"

"Hey, they are so courageous." Elder Xi sighed. It wasn't that they wanted to be actors and were anxious about the formation. The main reason was that they really couldn't help.

I can only ask grandpa to sue grandma and ask other sects if they can provide some support.

When the five sects were united, they were still quite united.

Almost all the descendants of each sect ended up carrying the magic weapons of each sect. Don't think they don't know. It doesn't matter that the Changming Sect is poor. Not a single one of the other western sects is poor. With those heavenly and earthly treasures on their bodies, at least this group of people, You can run.

"No." Elder Zhao was worried, "We still have to go and take a look."

After that, no matter if it's a group of old men playing fake games or playing for real, they should at least be protected. Otherwise, those cruel and ruthless people like the Seventh Elder would definitely not spare their lives.

"Don't worry yet." An elder and old god were calculating and laughing, "Isn't this now? Has the token changed hands?"

What does it mean when a token changes hands?

Either the seventh elder left the sect after discovering that he had given the token to someone else due to his conscience.

But he also knew that this possibility was unlikely. If his conscience had discovered it, he would have given up the plan long ago during the nearly hundred years of hard work and courage in the Changming Sect.

Then there is only one other possibility.

The seventh elder has passed away, and the token will naturally be inherited by the next one.

Elder Zhao thought hard, "Since the token has changed hands, why doesn't the token automatically fly into my hand?"

He is the only one in the sect who is in the realm of refining the void. Although he is not good at fighting, his realm is there. He can't surpass him no matter what, right?

"I did notice Xie Chuxue's aura."

The other party has not restrained himself. After living together for hundreds of years, it is easy to detect the arrival.

"Can he kill the Seventh Elder?"

"I'm afraid not." Elder Zhao has been together for so many years. Doesn't he still know how much the other person weighs? The Seventh Elder is a talent, one that has not been produced in the world of cultivation for thousands of years.

It is possible for Xie Chuxue and Qin Fanfan to work together to subdue him. But it's only possible.

And one person absolutely cannot do it.

So, who took action?

The third elder threw the talisman casually, broke through the formation in front of him, took the lead and said in a deep voice: "Let's go. Go meet the new sect leader."

Whether it is a human or a ghost, you will know it when you see it.

It doesn't matter who the new sect leader is, the key point is that it cannot be a ruthless person like the Seventh Elder. After all, I still don't worry about the disciples who rushed there in a hurry. If the new sect leader is not a good person, then the few single seedlings of their sect will have a difficult life under the oppression of the seventh elder.

Wouldn't it be worse if there was another one?

Several elders encouraged each other, and didn't know who they were comforting. They followed the main peak all the way to the main battlefield. The entire Changming Sect entered the field, and the evil spirit lingered. Various spiritual weapons and magic weapons were thrown in the air, and seven-color light A masterpiece, generally speaking, who can tell whose magic weapon is whose in a melee? If it falls down, a piece of people will die.

However, the scene at this time was extremely strange. Several elders who arrived were dumbfounded, looking at the demonic vines in the field binding countless Nascent Soul monks.

The tied monks were all red-faced and wanted to curse, but they felt shameless, so they simply closed their heads and pretended to be dead.

They are old enough to be Ye Qiao's grandfather.

Now he was tied up and couldn't move. This kind of occasion was no less than a public execution. Elder Zhao gently twirled his beard and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.