Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Bai Wusi obviously didn't expect Yue Qianqiu to say such shameless words, he was stunned for a while, and looked around at the crowd, although his heart was already exploding with anger, his facial expression was still smiling.

"Since it is my friend's wish, then I will definitely vote for you."

Yue Qianqiu smiled and said: "Thank you, friend."

What he said was calm and breezy, and everyone present admired his demeanor, but it was Bai Wusi——

His reputation is not good, and he has a reputation for being harsh on his disciples. If there is a vote, he will not be elected.

It is estimated that this undercover agent from the demon world wanted to trip him on the spot and jump over Qianqiu, but he did not expect that the ticket in his hand would have to be given to Mr. Fu Tong. Four votes, if you can get more votes from your disciples, Mr. Futong will be able to ascend to the position of suzerain.

Yue Qianqiu pressed his head with his hands, half-closed his eyes, and looked weak, as if his soul was really scattered and his life was not long.

Bai Wusi is an undercover agent in the demon world, but he doesn't have the strange aura of the demon world in him, instead he has a righteous and holy aura. I don't know why.

He also wanted to immediately expose that Bai Wusi was an undercover agent in the demon world, but if there was no evidence at hand, it would definitely lead to disputes.

The light of the sun became dimmer again, and the disciples of the main peak of Mingxia Mountain chattered about candidates. The front row was a psychic treasure. The disciples pressed their hands on the treasure, thinking about the candidate in their hearts. The person who is silent in their hearts.

The spiritual light flashed countless times, and the last disciple wrote down the candidate to elect the acting suzerain, and the result will come out.

Several sects present refused to blink their eyes, for fear of missing this wonderful moment.

Yue Qianqiu was calm on the surface, but he was also nervous in his heart.

Although Mr. Fu Tong is indeed a popular candidate, she may not be the winner.

There is also Yuan Liuchen, who is very good at playing fandom, and Zhang Xiaohai, who is hypocritical.

This is much more interesting than the draft where votes are collected.

Yue Qianqiu stared at the glowing treasure, when a system voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Master! They swipe tickets!"

???

Can this also be voted on?

Feng Ling's voice flashed out of Yue Qianqiu's mind, only to hear the crumb system say: "They have installed a ticket swiping program and a ticket stealing program in the psychic treasure. No matter who has the most votes, Yuan Liuchen will always have the most votes." of."

...

Well, you old Liuchen with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you not only engage in fan circles to control and criticize, but you also use votes for the draft, which is simply a disgrace to the draft world and a scum of Taoism.

"Master, do you want to spend 300 taels of silver to manually repair the system loophole?"

"No." Yue Qianqiu replied: "If Lord Fu Tong hadn't been elected, I would have left the Xuanmen. Leaving the Xuanmen would not do any harm to me."

Feng Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Your character has indeed changed."

"It's not called changing the character design, it's called perfecting the character design, whether you like to fix the system bugs or not."

"I'll fix it!" Feng Ling said miserably: "Will you be able to krypton point next time?"

"Moderate krypton gold is good for health, heavy krypton is easy to be stunned." Yue Qianqiu said lightly: "The system wakes up."

So when the psychic treasure was announcing the results of the draft, there was a sudden snap, and Feng Ling appeared in front of everyone. Before the psychic treasure made a sound, Feng Ling snapped his fingers first, and he said slowly: "Banning the ticket brushing system !"

He looks very similar to Yue Qianqiu, but much younger than Yue Qianqiu, making everyone present suspect that he is his biological son.

However, there are also many spiritual pets who are portrait owners. The person in front of him does not look like he has human intelligence. He might be a spiritual pet. Some people present thought so.

They stared at the psychic treasure, watched the psychic treasure flash, and then reported the final result.

"Bitong Peak, Mr. Fu Tong, was elected as the suzerain."

Yuan Liuchen took a look at Feng Ling, and didn't understand why this guy appeared. He had already channeled people from the main peak, stole the psychic treasure beforehand, and set up a formation.But that guy just snapped his fingers at the psychic treasure, and chanted a spell called 'Crazy Approaching the Pleasure Barrel'. The spell he set on the psychic treasure first became invalid.

He could have been elected!

Yuan Liuchen pressed his hands on the chair and made fingerprints, but he still pretended to be calm to cover up his inner rage.

"I don't understand why this person appeared in the field?" Yuan Liuchen asked Yue Qianqiu: "Has this person tampered with psychic treasures?"

Yue Qianqiu looked at Yuan Liuchen with a sneer, and said to him: "I am about to die, and I don't want to say anything serious. If you still have respect for your master, you should stop messing around in front of your seniors. It is false to think that I have hundreds of years more experience than you."

Today's Yue Qianqiu seems to have swept away the past rumors of being cold, aloof, and uncommunicative. He has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth on the court, and he is unforgiving everywhere, which makes the onlookers enjoy themselves.

Yue Qianqiu got up slowly, turned around, sat down again, and said to everyone present: "600 years ago, a certain Yue responded to the command of the ancestor Yuantian and stepped into the battlefield of the demon world with a remnant soul. In order to protect the peace of the world, my soul was crushed by the devil. Afterwards, the ancestor Yuantian, the lord Li Jiansheng, and the comrades-in-arms of Zhufeng all left me. Their magnificence and righteousness shocked Yue. For the next 600 years, I stayed in the Taoist sect, hoping to create peace for the world with my own body, but the ancestors passed away, but the younger generation did not know how to cherish the foundation of the ancestors. Falling into the Immortal Terrace makes it even more difficult for my remnant soul to support me."

When he said this, Yue Qianqiu had already seen tears in the eyes of his disciples.

Sure enough, selling miserably is useful, don't you think this will attract fans?

"My injury can't last forever. I don't want to find out who plotted against me. The past can be written off, but—"

Yue Qianqiu looked at the juniors, shook his head and said: "If you continue to fight for power, my Yanyun Sword will not spare you!"

The several peak masters were obviously angry and difficult to speak. They were clearly peak masters of the same status, but they were older than them and had more battle injuries, so they had to bow their heads.

Their juniors have never participated in the human-devil war, but they are very familiar with that battle-it was a tragic war that has been passed down by word of mouth for 600 years. listen.

"Your junior knows your mistake." Yuan Liuchen slapped Yue Qianqiu on time and said, "Your junior shouldn't question your senior."

Yue Qianqiu looked at him, shook his head, and judged in his heart: This person is not upright.

Even an apology is not a sincere apology, but to stop the mouths of the seniors so that the seniors will not pursue their faults.

Seeing someone speak, Wei Qingtian hurriedly said: "Since it is Mr. Fu chosen by the psychic treasure, then we have no objection."

Yue Qianqiu looked at her, and made a conclusion in his heart: opportunistic.

Mr. Fu Tong was very quiet on the field, neither earning nor grabbing, neither speaking nor speaking, his indifferent eyes seemed to penetrate everything——

Among the younger generation, she and Fan Zhou of Jiudao Peak seemed to keep a low profile.

But because——

Since Mr. Fu Tong is a peerless beauty, no matter how low-key she is, she will be gorgeous when she appears.

The sunset glow is bright and colorful.

She is in charge of Mingxia Mountain, which seems to be a matter of course.

Several peak masters pretended to apologize to Yue Qianqiu, and then saw Su Zhanyi walking out behind him.

"Bitong Peak, Mr. Futong, follow the will of Patriarch Yuantian and Suzerain Li Jiansheng to take charge of the Xuanmen!" Su Zhanyi walked out slowly, swung his whisk, bowed to Mr. Futong and said, "My subordinate Mingxia Feng is in charge and has met the generation suzerain."

Mr. Fu Tong nodded slightly, drew out his matching sword, the Clear Water Sword, and swung the sword like flowing clouds and flowing water. Before the snow mountain, under the sunset, he danced a sword sound, as if the goddess of the nine heavens descended from the sky, and it was also the evening of the setting sun, shaking the world.

"I, Lord Futong, take over the Xuanmen." The voice was soft, but it was full of strength, piercing through thousands of wastelands and countless mountain peaks, resounding through the world.

Yue Qianqiu took a sip of tea slowly and fulfilled his wish.

Now that it's over, does that mean he can go?

He was just about to get up when a very shameless voice sounded.

"Song Chunhan, the son of the master of the Chasing Wind Sect, has heard of Fu Jun's great virtues from afar. He came here today to pay homage to Fu Jun's sect. I hope that Fu Jun will agree!"

This unexpected move not only made Yue Qianqiu almost spit out tea, even his father Song Ming's eyeballs almost popped out——

Although he, Song Ming, has a little friendship with Mr. Fu Tong, doesn't he mean that he wants to give his only son to Mr. Fu Tong as his apprentice?He also hoped that after Mr. Futong educated Song Chunhan last time, his son would be more well-behaved so that he could inherit the sect.

how?

Song Ming looked around, there were thousands of noisy people, even if he wanted to step up and slap his son, he couldn't do it!

Song Chunhan knelt down on one knee, looked at the fairy-like figure in his heart with blinking eyes, and said, "Please accept me as an apprentice!"