Luoxiao Palace on Luofu Mountain.
Yi Chi, who was dressed in red, lay slantedly on the palace lord's seat, playing with a green jade in his hand.
The beauty was particularly enchanting, but his subordinates who were kneeling below did not even glance at him.
Dare to look.
Luoxiao Palace is different from ordinary sects.
In addition to the core disciples, there are servants who serve the core disciples.
Everyone who enters Luo Xiao Palace is just a servant at the beginning, including Yi Chichi, but eventually becomes the palace master.
He said leisurely, "The leader of the Luo clan is indeed not a simple person."
His subordinates stood there blankly, not daring to answer, as they didn't think they needed to answer.
He stood up suddenly, and a cold voice sounded in the hall, "The succession ceremony in three days must be flawless, otherwise" His voice gradually became softer, but it made those who heard it shiver for no reason, and they all responded in unison.
Three days later, Luofu Mountain was dressed in red, and there was an endless stream of guests.
The disciples led them to the back mountain, where the incense altar had been set up.
Chang Li led the three of them to the mountain gate.
Even though there was no invitation, the disciples still let him in directly.
The crowd looking at his beautiful face suddenly remembered the rumors widely circulated in the world.
The leader of the Luo clan , the witchcraft is powerful, but the face is like a good girl.
The surroundings of Changli suddenly became clear, and a straight avenue led directly to the back mountain altar.
Chang Li was invited to the first position on the right.
Opposite him was Head Qi of the Taiyue Sect.
The two of them nodded and said hello.
He Yunchao, who was supposed to be recuperating in the Taiyue Sect, was also standing behind him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Two friends.
They all represent their own forces, so naturally they cannot follow him on such an occasion.
What was even more strange was that Ling Yanqiu was actually following him.
The sun was at the top of the sky, and the hour had come.
A man wearing a bright red robe with gold embroidery came up not far away.
With a pale face, bright red lips, and a delicate face, he was the man from that night, and he was also the new appointee of Luoxiao Palace.
Palace Master, I have no idea.
At this moment, he is not dressed as a woman.
He has a dragon crown on his head.
He is gorgeous and has a deep domineering look.
He walked step by step, stepped onto the altar, paused, came back to his senses, looked at a kind of guest, and showed a strange smile.
"Today, I inherit the Taoist tradition of Luoxiao Palace and become the thirty-second palace master of Luoxiao Palace.
I invite all my colleagues to witness this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise coming from a distance.
Everyone looked around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a brown brocade robe walking towards him.
The disciples guarding the back mountain were taken down by the people he brought. .
He stood in the field and said disdainfully, "Historically, the succession of palace lords has been personally inherited by the previous palace lord.
The elders have witnessed it and reported to the ancestors of Luoxiao Palace.
Only then can they be regarded as the palace lords who have vindicated their words.
Today, I don't see the palace lord." , and I don’t see the elders, you are just a kid, how can you succeed as the leader of the clan?”
This big man had a ferocious scar on his face, which went straight from his eye cheekbones to his jaw.
He squirmed slightly as he spoke, making him look even more ferocious.
Yi Chichi looked at the middle-aged man with a chuckle, and he said nonchalantly, "Really?"
Every time the palace master of Luoxiao Palace succeeds to the throne, the previous palace master will not be seen, because they are all already dead.
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Only the strongest can ascend to the position of palace master.
Each palace master will accept the most worthy disciple, wait for him, surpass him, kill him, or be killed by him halfway.
As for the elders, it’s even more of a joke.
No time when the palace master is replaced, a group of elders will die.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, there were countless people who agreed with him among the group of people he brought.
Everyone who came to watch the ceremony was sitting there with the presence of the old god.
This was the internal affairs of Luoxiao Palace, and it was not up to them.
Come intervene.
Seeing that no one was coming forward, the middle-aged man led everyone forward, trying to take down Zhichichi in one fell swoop, but was stopped by a group of Xuanyi disciples.
The two sides exchanged fire, and the people brought by the middle-aged man discovered the inner strength after hitting them.
Gradually, the battle gradually fell into place.
Yi Chichi just stood in front of the altar and looked at these clowns quietly.
It was true that he had waited so long to hold the succession ceremony, wasn't it just to make these idiots fall into the trap?
The sound of fighting gradually died down, and a group of people brought by the middle-aged man were killed on the spot.
The bright red blood stained the ground in front of the altar, making everyone present frown.
The scattered corpses were piled up like this, and the wide-open eyes were full of resentment, as if they couldn't believe the cruel facts.
Yiba waved his sleeves and said coldly, "Continue."
At this time, He Yunchao from the Taiyue Sect suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute, I wonder if the palace master can explain why he injured Miss Ling.
The rights and wrongs of this incident can be witnessed by all my colleagues.
If this is the case, today I, He Yunchao, will be the one to explain."
Miss Ling wants justice."
His words were resounding, but the head of Taiyue, who was sitting behind him, looked like an old god and was noncommittal.
Yi Chi showed a sarcastic smile, "Oh, really, Ling Yanqiu, you can say it yourself."
Ling Yanqiu slowly stepped forward and stared at the red figure.
A hint of obsession flashed through her eyes like autumn water.
She said slowly, "I said, naturally it was because I was not careful in my practice that I went crazy and was seriously injured." , has nothing to do with Palace Master Yi.”
The gentle and melodious voice floated into He Yunchao's ears, but it made him feel particularly harsh, "Yanqiu, you" Ling Yanqiu never glanced at him, but walked slowly and slowly until she reached the lower end of the hesitant and knelt down straight, "The Ling family is willing to give wings to the palace master, Ling Yanqiu is only willing to accompany the palace master for the rest of his life.
Serve the palace master."
At this moment, the obsession in her eyes was so intense that it could burn people, causing the heroes in the world who heard this and saw this scene to be shocked.
He Yunzhao had a mouthful of blood in his throat, but he swallowed it hard.
His face turned red, his eyes were closed tightly, and he said word by word through his teeth, "So you have been lying to me."
Yes, if Ling Yanqiu really cared about him, she would not always treat him politely.
If Ling Yanqiu left him, she would not be indifferent to his proposal of marriage, and she would not abandon him.
The past flashed before his eyes.
When Luo Changhuan tried hard to get him to marry her, Ling Yanqiu once sighed, how stupid he was.
Now it seems that the most stupid person is obviously himself His body was shaky, but he held on and refused to fall.
Seeing this, he stretched out his pale ghost hand and clasped Ling Yanqiu's chin fiercely, "Can't you stand it so soon?
Look, You are nothing more than this, my brother."
He Yunchao suddenly opened his eyes, "What did you say?"
Yi Chichi slowly moved his other hand across Ling Yanqiu's cheek, like the tenderness of a lover, but with the coldest temperature in the world.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a sarcastic arc, "It seems you don't know yet, brother":