Chapter 1588 Bear King
The heroine Jiayi's face improved a lot, and she said happily, "So you are Wang Qianqiu. Not only are you talented in literature, but you also have such talent. You are truly a genius. After the Fahua Conference, I want to discuss this with you in detail. Fa, I wonder if Brother Wang can give me a favor."
The Third Holy Son's face darkened, and he hurriedly said, "I've heard Brother Wang's name for a long time, and it's like thunder in my ears. I see you today, and I will have a detailed talk with Brother Wang later."
As the words came out of his mouth, the heart of the Third Holy Son was filled with thunder and lightning.
Xu Yichong cupped the hands of heroine Jiayi and the Third Saint Son, looked coldly at the elder and said, "Brother is so angry. It seems that he is really ignorant. I really don't know why the immortal sect sent you, an old man like you, to lead the team."
As Elder Bai said, he is now registered under the name of Donghua Xianmen's headmaster.
Outside the sect, the Donghua Immortal Sect’s signboard is used openly and openly.
Within the sect, Xu Yi has as much support as the sky, and he has no need to kowtow to anyone.
During the martial arts field, he still needed He Xianjun's care. What he was afraid of was not other elders, but the strict hierarchy within the Donghua Immortal Sect.
But now, he has promised someone to become a high-level person within Donghua Immortal Sect. For the sake of the elders, he really doesn't intend to sell it out.
It was originally the backdrop for Wang Qianqiu's glory in the Eight Immortal Sects, but other elders were already filled with hatred.
Every time people think of Wang Qianqiu's miracles, they inevitably think of him as a loser.
Being nailed to the pillar of shame in history made other elders mad with hatred.
However, Xu Yi was so unyielding that even after bumping into him at the Fahua Festival, he still wanted to cause him displeasure.
The elder was so angry that his head was throbbing with pain. He stared at Xu Yi and said word by word, "If you can't tell me what happened today, I will definitely report it to the sect for your humiliation of me." Door, let all the political elders vote!"
It was originally pulled out for a fight and returned most happily. But after the battle that day, other elders really didn’t have the courage to fight again.
Of course, it’s not that other elders thought they would lose. To this day, he still believes that the reason why he lost so quickly in that day's battle was because he underestimated the enemy.
But he is still not sure of victory. If he loses again today, he may not be able to stay in Donghua Immortal Sect anymore.
Even if he gets angry, he can only talk.
Xu Yi said coldly, "Brother, you are so embarrassed to let me talk about Ziwu Maoyou. Let me ask you, look at the seats today, why should I, the Donghua Immortal Sect, be at the bottom of the table? Is it possible?" Is our Donghua Immortal Sect worse than the other seven sects? As the leader of the team, you did not complain to the organizer, but you still acted openly and sat in a high position. Mr. Wang is really blushing for you. Mr. Wang also doesn’t know how you can sit there. Liveable."
As soon as these words came out, Elder Bie felt depressed and was speechless.
The leaders of the other major immortal sects all frowned and stared at Xu Yi darkly.
He was wondering whether these words were Wang Qianqiu's own arrogant words, or the Donghua Immortal Sect's attempt to rise after being dormant for many years.
The heroine Jiayi's face turned cold and she didn't know how to answer.
Although she took the lead in this situation.
But she is a little Yin Zun, how can she hold herself back?
And the topic provoked by Wang Qianqiu is extremely sensitive.
After all, the Eight Immortal Sects are comparable to the Northern Holy Court.
If there is a real dispute among the Eight Immortal Sects, it will be a big mess.
"Brother Wang misunderstood, I really misunderstood. This seating arrangement was just random. If Brother Wang wants to dig deeper, how about changing seats with Kong?"
The Third Saint Son said with a smile.
Every seating arrangement is not random, it reflects the respective strengths of the eight immortal sects.
No one has ever talked about seats. Xu Yi's provocation made him extremely sensitive.
Xu Yi said, "The Third Holy Son is sitting on the main seat. Our Donghua Immortal Sect has its own way of advancing and retreating. Of course, we will not sit where we shouldn't."
"Then whose seat you want to occupy in the Donghua Immortal Sect, please make it clear!"
"I have never even asked for a dime, yet I have such great courage."
"I really think of myself as a legend like Xiong Beiming, Wang Yao, etc. I really think that you, Wang Qianqiu, can turn around the Donghua Immortal Sect with your own efforts!"
"The person named Wang can change his position, as long as he is better than me. I really want to see the legend of Donghua Immortal Sect. Is it true or is it a deliberate trick?"
"…………"
Undoubtedly, the competition for seats provoked by Xu Yi involved all the eight immortal sects.
No one could avoid it, not even other elders dared to say more.
Although he hated Wang Qianqiu half to death in his heart, he also knew that since Wang Qianqiu had stirred up the trend, he had no choice but to follow Wang Qianqiu.
No matter how bold he was, he would not dare to have internal conflicts with Wang Qianqiu at this time.
Obviously, no matter how the matter ends, it will have far-reaching consequences and will definitely attract the attention of the highest level of the Immortal Sect and even several gods.
Xu Yi said with a smile, "It seems that everyone thinks that seating is a reflection of strength. If Donghua Xianmen wants to change seats, he must rely on his true ability. If this is the case, then please ask Yuwu Palace to change with Donghua Xianmen. .”
Wow! !
There was a storm all over the place.
Everyone thought that Wang Qianqiu would take the place of Donghua Immortal Sect and set off a violent storm, and that he would target the weaker ones among the eight major Immortal Sects. They never expected that Wang Qianqiu would target the Yuwu Palace as soon as he came up.
The Taiqing Sect and the Yuwu Palace are vaguely planning to become leaders among the eight immortal sects.
It so happened that both sects had peerless disciples, Xiong Beiming of Taiqing Sect, and Yao, the King of Yuwu Palace.
The two are in the limelight and are at their peak.
Whichever faction Wang Qianqiu chooses to challenge is not too surprising, but it is particularly surprising to choose one of these two factions.
"I don't know whether I should say that Brother Wang is brave, or should I say that Brother Wang is blind?"
Song Zhao, the leader of Yuwu Palace, stared at Xu Yi with a gloomy face and said coldly.
Xu Yi said, "Brother Taoist, don't get me wrong. I'm not interested in fighting with you. It's better to call the guy on the roof."
After Xu Yi finished speaking, everyone looked towards the watchtower on the top of the northwest corner.
There is no one in the vast wind and moon.
Song Zhaocai was about to get angry when Xu Yi said loudly, "Brother Beiming, Brother Wang, you two are hanging high in the sky, the moon is high and the wind is cold. Aren't you lonely? Why don't we come down and talk."
After saying this, a gentle whistle shook the mountains and echoed across the sea.
"Yes, Brother Wang, the Brother Wang you mentioned is really good. Just because he can find you and me through the barrier, it is worth my appearance."
A clear voice settled, and two figures appeared out of thin air.
Wang Yao on the left is graceful and sharp as a sword.
The middle-aged man with a short beard on the right, with an upright temperament and no aura, looks like a piece of rock that has lost its edges and corners after being exposed to too many winds and rains. He is Xiong Beiming, who is famous in the Taiqing Sect.
As soon as the two talents appeared, the climax was immediately set off.
The greetings and greetings never cease.
"It turns out that the two immortal brothers have arrived early. Why don't you want to see them? Is it possible that I don't even deserve to see the two immortal brothers?"
The heroine Jiayi's eyes glowed with splendor and she said angrily.
Wang Yao stood tall, smiled slightly, and did not answer.
Xiong Beiming leaned forward slightly, "Brother Wang and I arrived late. It's really rude. Seeing that the Fahua Conference had already started, we couldn't interrupt it rashly, so we thought we'd wait until it was over and then find the two Highnesses to apologize. Unexpectedly, we were interrupted by this one first. Brother Wang drank Xing Zang to pieces."