Longevity

The main hall was full of disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect, ranging from the top masters of each line to the new disciples of each line, standing in twelve rows clearly and clearly.

Leng Feiqiong stood on the steps of the main hall, her eyes were cold and her expression was indifferent, standing like a statue of a fairy.

All the disciples looked over curiously, they were both surprised and delighted by Leng Feiqiong's appearance, then a little annoyed, but also a little familiar and friendly.

Leng Feiqiong used to stand so cold and arrogant, they were all familiar with her behavior, words and deeds, every look in her eyes, and even her tone of voice.

When Zhao Qianjun was the head of the sect, they all felt awkward standing on the steps like her.

Now that they saw Leng Feiqiong standing there again, they felt relieved.

This position should indeed be taken by Leng Feiqiong, the others are not pleasing to the eye.

The four of Xu Qingluo stood not far away.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect outside the main hall, evaluating their cultivation.

This is still only the disciples in Haitianya, not counting the disciples walking outside, only one or two out of ten disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect, but it has already reached thousands of people.

Leng Feiqiong spoke slowly, with a clear voice, and said calmly: "I'm back again, and I was chosen by everyone."

Everyone suddenly "buzzed" and began to discuss, in amazement.

Leng Feiqiong said: "A year ago, I felt that the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect was too tired and annoying. I was stuck in Haitianya for the rest of my life, and being stuck in the head's seat was tantamount to going to jail."

Everyone's discussion subsided, and they looked at her.

Leng Feiqiong said: "One's life is very short, I don't want to waste it like this, so I chose to get married and entered the palace to become a noble concubine."

Everyone's face darkened.

Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said: "But after becoming a concubine, I realized that the palace is even more boring, not as good as Haitianya, so I came back again."

Everyone was furious.

Leng Feiqiong said: "I didn't expect that you would take me as the head first. You also know my temperament. I will do my part, and I will never be hypocritical and polite."

Everyone started talking again.

They originally thought that the election this time was only a choice within the faction, so filling in Leng Feiqiong was a satire that the faction now has no leader, and there is no real prestige strongman.

This seemed that the Tianhai Sword Sect was too incompetent.

But she never expected that Leng Feiqiong really came back.

This time, the result of their selection became true, Leng Feiqiong really became the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect again, it was simply a big joke, absurd and absurd.

Leng Feiqiong snorted: "What's more, the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect is really not something ordinary people can do. Zhao Qianjun is already smart, but the result is a mess!"

Everyone's faces turned ugly.

There is no way to deny this.

Zhao Qianjun's head is really not doing well, the most important thing is that he can't achieve true justice and fairness, he always feels guilty and short of breath, unable to harden his spirit, which leads to the loss of balance between the twelve meridians and the infighting.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Since I have become the head of the sect, I will perform the duties of the head of the sect. From today onwards, restore the rules I used to be the head of the sect. The rules set by Zhao Qianjun will be invalidated."

She cast her clear eyes on the leader of a certain row: "Elder Huang, did you hear that?"

The middle-aged man in the lead looks handsome, his face is like a crown jade, his body is like a jade tree facing the wind, he is tall and slender, he smiles and cups his fists: "What do you mean by the words of the head?"

Leng Feiqiong said indifferently: "I heard that Zhao Qianjun allocated ten Qingyang swords for you Baiquanfeng."

The middle-aged man Huang Wenfeng nodded and said: "It is true that ten Qingyang swords were given to us."

"Why did you give you ten Qingyang swords?" Leng Feiqiong asked.

Huang Wenfeng said: "Reward our Baiquanfeng for fighting bravely."

Leng Feiqiong shook his head lightly and said: "This achievement is not recorded in the merit book, it doesn't count."

Huang Wenfeng's face became serious and he said, "It doesn't count?"

Leng Feiqiong said: "The meritorious service that is not recognized by the faction cannot be rewarded. This is the rule, you don't know it?"

Huang Wenfeng's face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly: "Isn't the master's words inappropriate? We did kill the disciples of the Demon Sect, and the disciples were also injured."

Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said: "It is not considered a meritorious service if it is not recorded in the merit book."

Huang Wenfeng turned his head to look at the elders of the other eleven veins.

Their faces were serious and their eyes twinkled.

They knew that Leng Feiqiong was strong and tough, but they didn't expect that Leng Feiqiong would set fire three times even if he was not the new head.

They seem to have seen their twelve meridians being overwhelmed again, and they can only obey orders honestly, and they really don't want to return to that situation.

Although Zhao Qianjun couldn't be fair and just when he was the head of the sect, at least he was more lenient and delegated more power to each of the twelve branches, and the power of the head was greatly reduced.

This allowed them to taste the beauty of power, and naturally they didn't want to let go.

So the most important thing is to force Leng Feiqiong to be more honest, to inherit Zhao Qianjun's way of doing things, and not to take back his power.

But Leng Feiqiong directly took over the power when she came up, showing her tough nature.

Xu Qingluo and the others breathed lightly.

They saw that everyone in the field tensed up, looking at Leng Feiqiong and Huang Wenfeng, it was obvious that this was a crucial confrontation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The matter was of great importance, not just the matter of the ten Qingyang swords .

Fakong stood on the lotus pond in the Sutra Pavilion, looking at it with a smile.

Leng Feiqiong glanced at Huang Wenfeng, smiled faintly, glanced at the other disciples, and said slowly: "All meritorious deeds must be verified by the punishment hall, and only when they are recorded in the merit book can they be considered official meritorious deeds. This is what our Tianhai Sword Sect You all know the foundation of the sect, right?"

Everyone nodded silently.

Leng Feiqiong said: "If this foundation is destroyed, everyone's merits will be at risk of being stolen and deprived. If you can steal other people's merits today, then someone else will be able to steal yours tomorrow. Do you think so? ?"

Huang Wenfeng said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by what the head said, we didn't steal other people's achievements!"

Leng Feiqiong shook her head lightly: "What's the matter with your meritorious deeds, then you have to ask the Xingtang. All I know is that if it is not recorded in the merit book, it is not considered an official meritorious service and cannot be rewarded."

Huang Wenfeng gritted his teeth: "Does the head really want to do this?"

Leng Feiqiong said: "Why, Elder Huang, you want to destroy this foundation?"

She let out a chuckle, shook her head and said: "Let's ask all the disciples if they are willing, and ask your disciples of Baiquanfeng if they are willing!"

Huang Wenfeng fell silent, his eyes were as bright as flames.

He knew that the ten Qingyang swords were indeed very important, but for the disciples of Baiquanfeng, the destruction of the merit system was even more important, and the big should not be lost because of the small.

These ten Qingyang swords were allotted by Zhao Qianjun in order to bribe him, but unfortunately he was a step too late, and Leng Feiqiong was ushered back to the mountain before he could get them.

Leng Feiqiong's eyes fell on the leader of the other row, and said indifferently: "Elder Zheng..."

The burly middle-aged man clasped his fists and said in a low voice, "What is the order from the head?"

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