Starting as a clan leader: My rules are a bit wild.

"Master."

Xiao Ling'er stepped forward and wanted to say something.

Lin Fan waved his hand gently: "No need to say more, you heal your wounds first."

"Yes, Master."

She nodded and silently stepped aside.

Immediately, Lin Fan said loudly: "In today's battle, everyone in our sect performed extremely well. Let's rest for a day and reward them based on their merits."

“Everyone has a share.”

"Great Elder, I have to ask you to work a little harder to prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony in three days."

"Thank you, Master!"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples cheered.

Although it was indeed extremely dangerous and even terrifying just now, almost everyone felt the threat of death.

But he won in the end.

Among all the Lan Yue Sect, only Lian Bo was seriously injured, followed by Xiao Ling'er. The explosion was excessive and the sequelae were quite serious and it took time to recover.

Others were almost unscathed.

This feeling is really wonderful.

Especially for ordinary disciples.

Most of them are first and second level monks.

A few are in the third realm.

Facing powerful beings who are just like ants, it stands to reason that even monks in the fifth or sixth realms can only kill them at the first glance when encountering powerful enemies in the seventh realm, without any qualifications or opportunities to resist.

But today, under the leadership of Lin Fan, they relied on the counterattack formation, and they were really capable of counterattack!

This sense of accomplishment, this sense of participation, this sense of exhilaration...

There are no words to describe it.

They dispersed, but they were mumbling words and couldn't calm down.

"Quickly pinch me, I'm afraid I'm dreaming."

"Do you think I'm not afraid? Damn it, I just... became a powerful slayer!"

"Don't brag, it was you who killed that?!"

"It's not me, but... I also played a role."

"Am I not?!"

"···"

······

However, the five elders did not disperse immediately. They all looked at Lin Fan, who was ordinary but radiant at the moment, with extremely pleased smiles on their faces.

The feeling of relief is insignificant.

"That must be the most correct decision we have ever made." The great elder sighed.

The second elder ruthlessly undermined the situation: "Isn't it because we don't want to take the blame..."

"cough!"

The elders were suddenly embarrassed.

"That's what I said." Li Changshou muttered: "Although it was a mistake, it was still the choice of us old guys, cough cough cough."

"That's true."

Wu Xingyun smiled: "Moreover, the sect leader is not only a good leader, but his understanding is far beyond you and me by countless times."

"That sword eleven..."

There seemed to be sword light surging in her eyes.

"too strong!"

"Lu Ming never used Sword Eleven, but the sect master realized it on his own."

"···"

······

Huo Yun'er left.

Following Xiao Ling'er, he was worried about her safety.

Jianzi stayed, shouting.

"Wow, Sect Leader Lin, please teach me. Please teach me. Sword Eleven, Sword Eleven!"

"Nonsense!"

Wang Teng jumped out. Feeling like he was being raped, he said angrily: "How do you speak? Call me Master!"

"Uh...huh?"

Jianzi was confused.

Wang Teng cursed: "What are you doing? You have to call me master, but the sect leader is my master, isn't he your master?"

The sword began to tremble, and his face turned pale.

"Yes, that's what happened."

He had no choice but to hold Sanye in his arms, looking at his nose and heart with his eyes, and was speechless for a moment.

The thing I was most worried about happened.

but···

Can't hide.

Ugh.

He sighed: "Master."

"Hmm...be good." Lin Fan held it in for a while, then said "good", almost completely breaking the sword's defense, and almost burst into tears.

They are obviously of the same seniority!

The age is between brothers.

As a result, he turned out to be two generations shorter for no reason. This sound of being good was a bit too shocking.

He took a deep breath: "Master!"

"I want to ask you to give me some advice on swordsmanship, and I want to fight at the same level as you."

Wang Teng stared: "What do you think?"

"Can you be my master and your master's opponent?"

"His whole body is full of invincible skills. He can knock you into pieces with just one move. Even if he is fighting at the same level, even if you are at a higher level, you can't do it!"

"Have you never been abused?"

Lin Fan patted Wang Teng on the shoulder: "Keep a low profile."

"Low-key."

I feel embarrassed for bragging myself.

Jianzi's face remained calm: "I have been abused, many times, but because of this, I have no fear."

"Besides, Master, have you forgotten?"

He stared at Wang Teng with a strange look in his eyes: "Did you pass the ancient inheritance to me?"

"Heirs of chaos from ancient times, why bother fighting?"

"No more fear of defeat!"

"Forehead!!!"

Wang Teng was stunned.

Okay, I almost forgot about this. The descendants of Luan Gu are really not afraid of failure, and what they pursue is failure, but here comes the problem.

Even if you are a descendant of the ancient times, is it a bit outrageous for you to say so calmly that you are not afraid of failure?

Without waiting for Wang Teng to reply, Jianzi said again: "It's not just Master."

"Xiao Ling'er, when she recovers, I will also fight her."

"I know that I am invincible, but I still have to draw my sword and prove myself! At the same time, I pursue a defeat!"

Snapped!

Wang Teng gave a violent shudder, interrupting Jianzi's strength.

"What are you pretending to be?"

"so rude!"

"Can you call my senior sister Xiao Ling'er by her first name? That's your senior uncle!!!"

The sword shook all over.

He didn't mind being hit on the head, but this big uncle's sound made him particularly resistant, and he could hardly hold back.

"That···"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will fight too."

"If we can lose two games in a row in Lan Yue Sect this time, we will be two steps closer to a hundred defeats!"

Wang Teng blinked.

Lin Fan hesitated and said: "You..."

"After losing, will you really not feel even a little bit unhappy?"

"Of course there is." Jianzi smiled bitterly and said, "But if you lose, you will get used to it. What's more, I am a descendant of Luan Gu, so defeat is what I deserve."

"Well, it should be."

"···"

"I understand, you are indeed not under any psychological pressure." Lin Fan looked at him deeply: "I don't understand the inheritance of Luan Gu, let alone his personality."