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Hearing this voice full of disdain, Lin Jinglan frowned immediately.

Okay, now she finally understands what Uncle Qi said to her before.

That was really subtle. Not only was he unable to successfully take over Wushang Camp, but he was also being looked down upon by many people and deliberately targeted him.

"Changsong, this is the new leader. You are too presumptuous. Come and see the leader soon."

Uncle Qi's face didn't look very good either, and he directly yelled at the place where the sound came from.

And then a figure slowly appeared somewhere.

The person who came was not very old, he looked like he was in his twenties, and his face was stern but also a bit unruly.

"Uncle Qi, what's wrong with me? The old leader really made the wrong decision this time. How can such a little girl lead our Wushang Camp to continue on? Looking at this situation, Wushang Camp will be destroyed soon. It will be completely replaced by the night ghost until it completely disappears."

Changsong, however, didn't take it seriously. After glancing at Lin Jinglan, he shrugged and said to Uncle Qi.

"No matter what my grandfather decides, since he passed the Wushang Order to me, then I am the leader of this generation of Wushang Camp. No matter whether I am in vain or not, you have to recognize me."

Lin Jinglan's expression also turned cold. Others didn't have a good attitude towards her, so why should she greet them with a smile?

Moreover, Lin Jinglan deeply understands the truth that good words are always useless in front of people who are dissatisfied with him.

There is no other way but to show your absolute ability and the ability to convince them.

"Humph, the little girl is not very old, but her tone is quite good."

Changsong glanced sideways, glanced at Lin Jinglan, and then suddenly smiled.

As he was about to step forward while speaking, Su Xiaoluo drew out the dagger from his waist in a hurry and pointed at Changsong with a solemn expression.

"Breaking rude."

"Haha, you are just like your master."

Changsong didn't care at all, but when Uncle Qi's face became more and more ugly, he wanted to step forward to stop him.

Suddenly he bowed slightly, put his hands into fists, placed them on his chest, and lowered his head gently.

"Deacon Chief Song, I have met the new leader."

He actually saluted Lin Jinglan. This behavior shocked the other three people except him.

What's going on? Changsong, who looked unruly just now, actually saluted Lin Jinglan, whom he despised, and even called him leader.

"Well, then please ask Deacon Nagamatsu to go in with me."

Lin Jinglan was the first to come to his senses. He nodded to Changsong and gave a casual instruction.

"Yes."

Changsong raised his eyes slightly, said one word calmly, and then stood behind Lin Jinglan.

"Uncle Qi, let's go."

Uncle Qi nodded, but this time he did not walk in front of Lin Jinglan.

Instead, he took a half-step back and led the way.

Su Xiaoluo and Changsong, who didn't care, followed Lin Jinglan on the other side.

The underground area is very large, just like an underground city. The roads here extend in all directions. If you are not familiar with this place, it is easy to get lost.

There are candles lighting up the walls. Although it is not as bright as the light outside, you can still see clearly.

"Chief, you have to take a closer look. Maybe you won't have the chance to come here again in the future."

Changsong always spoke so unpleasantly and made no secret of his doubts about Lin Jinglan's strength.

"Don't worry, Deacon Changsong, if you make any mistakes in the future, I will definitely punish you in public here."

After resurrecting her life, Lin Jinglan really hasn't lost much in terms of words.

"The leader is confident, but I don't know if your strength will be recognized by the other three deacons and the people of the four tribes of Xuanhuang and Xuanhuang."

In addition to Changsong, there were three other deacons, all of whom seemed to have strong objections to Lin Jinglan, a teenage lady, becoming their leader.

"rest assured."

Without even looking at Changsong, he spat out the two words indifferently.

"See Mr. Qi, see the deacon."

After walking a little further, guards in black slowly appeared, guarding each side, and they became more and more dense.

There used to be two people separated by a certain distance, but now there is only one person five steps away.

When all the men in black saw Uncle Qi and Changsong, they bowed their heads, put their fists on their chests, and saluted them, but no one looked at Lin Jinglan.

In the minds of these people, although they heard that the old leader had chosen a successor, Lin Jinglan had not officially taken over, so he was not their leader yet.

Of course Lin Jinglan didn't care, and she understood it now.

Their footsteps stopped in front of a gate. The guards on the side were even denser, all wearing half-masks. They all had hard faces and looked cold and serious.

The words Wushang Palace are engraved on the top of the gate. All the important people in Wushang Camp must be inside.

"Miss, please."

After Uncle Qi gestured to Lin Jinglan, he pressed a raised mechanism on the side.

The heavy doors slowly opened from both sides.

The crowd of people inside also appeared in front of Lin Jinglan.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Jinglan took the lead and walked in front, while Uncle Qi and the others followed three steps behind.

He crossed the hall without squinting, and did not look at the various figures with strange expressions in the hall.

I walked all the way to the front, crossed the seven steps, and focused on the middle seat. It was made of stone with a unicorn carved on it. It looked very majestic.

This is the position of the leader of Wushang Camp, and slightly below him, there are two positions on each side.

If Lin Jinglan guessed correctly, these would be the seats of the four deacons of Wushang Camp.

Sure enough, Changsong walked slowly to one of the seats and sat down, looking sideways at Lin Jinglan, who was still standing.

Uncle Qi and Xiaoluo walked to stand behind Lin Jinglan.

Turning around and standing up, Lin Jinglan focused her eyes on the one or two hundred people standing in the hall.

Without exception, these people all wore masks on their faces, but the materials of the masks were different. They were the same iron masks as the guards outside.

But most people have copper masks.

Lin Jinglan guessed that this mask was probably the division of the Wushang camp, but why did Changsong not have a mask on his face.

Everyone stood silently, looking at Lin Jinglan, but no one made any move.

"Where are the other three deacons? Why were they missing from the leader's succession ceremony?"

Uncle Qi glanced around, suddenly frowned, and said in a deep voice.

When no one answered below, and Lin Jinglan was frowning in thought, a charming voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Master Qi, don't worry. I'm here now, right?"