Chapter 1536

Song Fei said faintly, "do you remember Murong Xue? Unexpectedly, there is a more beautiful and intelligent figure in our sect than Murong Xue."

After saying this, Song Fei's body had disappeared in situ and completely lost his trace.

"Guild leader!" the broken sword several people exclaimed. It was not easy to meet. He didn't want the guild leader to leave like this.

The White Wolf took the broken sword and whispered to several people, "didn't you hear the leader?"

"Guild leader's words." Duanjian took a breath and whispered slowly, "Murong snow? Murong snow!"

Soon, the eyes of the broken sword stabbed the pale snow like a sharp sword, and said in a harsh voice, "say, what have you done?"

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In the magic Qi secret territory, a voice suddenly exploded: "everyone gather in the main hall, including those who are closed."

Listening to this strange voice, the disciples immediately fried the pot. Someone shouted discontentedly, "who is so arrogant and dares to order us like this."

"Isn't it? Do you call the closed ancestors out to provoke?"

"Ha ha, which lengtouqing wants to die? I don't know where to find a good place if I want to be dignified." someone laughed with schadenfreude.

For this sudden voice, people still didn't care much.

"Dangdang!" the next moment, the alarm bell of Qingtian sword sect sounded, and then a powerful and familiar voice sounded, "all disciples, gather in the main hall."

When the disciple arrived at the main hall of tianque palace, he saw a young man sitting on the main seat. Someone immediately said to his companion, "who is this person? Dare to take the position of leader? Is he the enemy of Qingtian sword sect?"

His companion directly covered his mouth and whispered, "you want to die. Don't you see these kneeling people?"

After seeing the identity of these people kneeling in front of Song Fei, all the disciples looked at all this with incredible expressions. The ancestors, who are difficult to see at ordinary times, are kneeling all over the ground at the moment. This scene is really spectacular.

A Grandmaster turned back and shouted to the young disciples, "kneel well."

Although puzzled, the ancestors knelt down, and listening to their harsh voices, all the disciples entering the hall knelt honestly.

Then, the voice of the ancestor sounded again: "all the disciples who heard me preach did not appear within ten breaths, otherwise they would be expelled from the sect."

The whole Optimus sword sect was in turmoil. Before long, more than 2000 people knelt in front of Song Fei. Fortunately, the hall was wide, and even ten times more people would not appear crowded.

"Guild leader, we miss you so much." Malan looked up at the familiar face and said excitedly.

"Guild leader, we miss you too." a group of people looked up and smiled at Song Fei.

Song Fei replied coldly, "Oh, I know."

Listening to the cold voice of the guild leader, Malan and others fixed their smiles on their faces. Then they looked at several old brothers around them. They shook their heads and didn't understand the specific things.

However, the expression on the guild leader's face is not false. Although he doesn't know what makes the guild leader angry, he doesn't dare to speak again. He can only continue to kneel until the guild leader's anger disappears.

As for the countless questions in my heart, I can only continue to press at the bottom of my heart at the moment.

Feeling the solemn atmosphere in the hall, the young disciples dared not breathe loudly. They could only continue to kneel and wait for the grandparents to announce that they could get up.

However, hearing the voice of Malan calling the sect leader just now, many young disciples were already very excited when they looked at Song Fei. They had combined the people in front of them with the people they most admired in their hearts. Many disciples worked hard to cultivate and fly to the fairy world in order to see the idol. They didn't expect to have the opportunity to see him so close.

Is it really him? Unexpectedly, I saw it so suddenly, just like a dream.

However, the idol in his heart has a faint smile on his face. Although he is smiling, he feels like a stranger, which makes many people uneasy.

The crowd knelt quietly for half a column of incense.

After half a column of incense, Lao long appeared in the hall with all the people who were originally in the wulingzong ruins. Without saying a word, Lao long and others knelt directly in front of Song Fei. Geng Liang, Ma Xing and others knelt behind Lao long with their heads hanging slightly. Xue Yiyi's face turned pale and his body trembled because of fear.

The old dragon took the lead and said, "guild leader, the old dragon is guilty. Please punish him."

Song Fei snorted coldly and didn't answer.

"Lao long, what's going on?"

"Yes, how can you make the sect leader angry." Yigan old man turned his eyes to Lao long. They are closed all year round and don't know much about the sect.

The old dragon sighed and said, "snow Yiyi has become Murong snow."

Murong Xue? The name is so impressive. Relying on the power of wushizong behind it, all the people of Qingtian sword sect almost lost their souls. Finally, it triggered a war between Qingtian sword sect and the five sects, resulting in a river of blood.

Everyone's face changed, and the sword like eyes stabbed Xue Yiyi fiercely. The grandmaster's authority could not be countered by little friars like Xue Yiyi. Xue Yiyi's face became whiter and her thin body trembled more.

After knowing the truth of the matter, the ancestors can only continue to kneel. Such a thing happened in the sect is their biggest dereliction of duty.

The tianque palace was quiet. The index finger of Song Fei's right hand slowly knocked on the armrest of the chair. "Dong Dong Dong" sounded like a death drum in everyone's heart. Especially for Xue Yiyi and Zhao Sen, such punishment was even worse than death.

But they still keep the last glimmer of hope that someone will save themselves.

During this period, Song Fei has not looked at Xue Yiyi. Xue Yiyi's weight in Song Fei's heart can be ignored, but the main thing is the dereliction of duty of Lao long.

Song Fei said faintly, "OK, good. Did you give the sect to you at the beginning? Did you manage the sect like this? Do you remember what I asked of my disciples? Lao long, come on."

The old dragon knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said, "all the disciples of Qingtian sword sect can't bully, break faith and accept immoral people. They must be strict in enforcing the door rules in the future!"

"Hehe, not a bad word. It's hard to remember." Song Fei said faintly.

"Guild leader, we are guilty." everyone felt even more guilty after hearing Song Fei's words. In order to cultivate, they really ignored many things of the sect over the years.

Song Fei continued, "I'm Qingtian sword sect. Who's in charge now?"

"It's my subordinates." the old dragon bowed his head.

"I don't think so." Song Fei sneered, but his eyes stabbed Geng Liang behind the old dragon. "But how do I think that some people have more influence than you? Hehe, your words are not as useful as an elder."