Chapter 137 Civil Disturbance

For a while, many disciples appeared, and they all looked ugly and swept towards the top of the mountain. A few disciples with low cultivation stayed in the city, walked to the center of the city, and looked at the top of the mountain nervously.

At this time, there is still a sound coming from there. For such a big sound, Zhou Xing briefly estimates that only the cultivation of practicing high-level qi can be made.

More than a dozen disciples in the center of Fang said:

"It's terrible! Why is there a fight at this time!"

"I've only been a beginner for two years. It's really unlucky. I don't know whether the left or the right will win."

"Don't worry, we are just low-level disciples, and the elders will not embarrass us."

These disciples were all anxious. Naturally, no one cares about Zhou Xing, an outsider. Zhou Xing touched his chin, his eyes flashed twice, and then took a glimpse of the shadow and went to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there is a faint cloud and smoke. It is an extremely vast and flat place. Many exquisite houses have been built around it. In the middle square, hundreds of disciples dressed in Tianyuan School costumes are standing in it. It is worth noting that half of them have a white scarf tied to their wrists and the other half are on their wrists. Similarly, they were tied with black scarves, and they stood clearly in two piles of people, dozens of feet away.

In front of these two piles of people, there are two people standing. These four people are obviously much more popular than other practitioners. A momentum of not angry and self-righteousness is naturally revealed. The two sides tied with a white scarf are middle-aged people. One has a large face and a three-foot long beard, and the other is like a Confucian, holding a fan. One of the people tied with a black scarf was gloomy, and the other was the big elder who fought with Zhou Xing and the woman in blue last night. These four people, at a glance, are the only four foundation-building elders of the Tianyuan School.

From time to time, people came from the foot of the mountain. When they saw the two sides standing, they immediately took out a white or black cloth towel from their arms and wrapped them around the wrists, and then returned to the pair with the same color. The middle-aged people in Danpu also came up, took out a white cloth towel and wrapped them around the wrist, and went to the old team where Confucians. This process lasted for a moment, and the teams on both sides were slightly stronger, adding up to one or two hundred people.

And in the middle of the two teams, within tens of feet, there are two monks fighting among them. The two monks are tied with white cloth and black cloth on their wrists, which are obviously sent by both sides. The two monks kept using various skills, and a deafening sound came from the hands of the two of them. They fought for a long time, but the drums were equal, and no one could win anyone in a short time.

The white cloth monk who was fighting with each other was punched and kicked with a fierce breath. A mass of flames came out from time to time and hit the black cloth monk. The black cloth monk, on the other hand, is dominated by the palm, and the yellow light flashes out all those flames. After a while, the two punched each other and spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Then they were powerless to fight and retreated back to their respective teams.

The gloomy elder stepped forward, looked at the Confucian grow old, and said coldly, " Elder Fang, the head has already fallen. Why do you let the position of the head empty? Isn't it let the Tianyuan faction want to make others laugh?"

Confucian growth old man's face was indifferent. He shook the fan and said calmly, "Ege Wu's words are different. The headman has only not come back for half a month. It's not that it hasn't happened before. It's too much fun to think that the head's body is too young."

The big elder said, "Although the head has only not returned for half a month, the head's original lamp has been extinguished. Can't this explain it?"

"The original lamp? Humph! When did the leader leave this thing? Why don't Elder Fang and I know? In my opinion, you made it up. On the side of the white cloth, the bearded elder snorted coldly.

The gloomy elder stared at him fiercely and said angrily, "The headman handed over the original lamp to me at that time. Elder Meng can also testify about this matter. I dare to be sure that the headman has died. This is absolutely right!"

Elder Fang looked at Elder Wu and suddenly closed the fan and said in a straight voice, "Ev. Elder Wu, even if the leader hands hands the original lamp in your hands, and then, even if the leader's body is meteorite, who does Elder Wu think should sit in this position?"

After Elder Meng and Elder Wu looked at each other, Elder Meng waved his big hand, brought a roar and shouted, "In my opinion, Elder Wu has been building the foundation for the longest time, and his qualifications are most suitable for this position of leader. What do you think of the disciples present?

All the disciples of the Tianyuan School tied with black cloth immediately shouted loudly: "I would like to follow Elder Wu!" Recognize Elder Wu as the leader!"

Nearly a hundred practitioners shouted at the same time, shaking the whole mountain as if it were trembling. Elder Wu's gloomy face was full of joy.

Elder Fang gently patted his hand twice with a fan, and his expression remained unchanged. The bearded elder was a little uncontrollable. After the disciple tied with black cloth shouted five times in a row, he finally used Zhenyuan and roared, "Shut up!"

His voice was so loud that it seemed to cover the voices of these hundreds of practicing disciples. These disciples also closed their mouths, and the scene became quiet.

"What? Don't you allow your disciples to speak your own minds, or do you also cove for this position of leader? Elder Wu said with a sneer.

Elder Fang looked at Elder Wu, with a trace of anger in his eyes and said, "Elew Elder Wu! Let's not beat around the bush in front of our disciples. If you want the position of leader, you can!"

"Elester Fang! What are you talking about!" The elder with beard was shocked when he heard the words and quickly reminded him in a low voice.

Elder Wu was stunned and asked, "Do you take this question seriously?"

Elder Fang opened the folding fan again, and a trace of sneer appeared on his face. He said, "Of course it's true! However, not only can you sit in the position of leader, but all disciples of the Tianyuan School can become the leader. As long as you get the approval of every disciple of Tianyuan School, the position of leader is naturally yours.

"You!" Elder Wu's eyes stared. If he could get everyone's support, there would be no today's. Although he has the highest qualifications on the field and is also the longest-standing foundation, the strength of this elder is not small. Even he is not very sure enough to win, so he has been deadlocked until now. After all, there is no need. He doesn't want to do anything with it. Otherwise, if he is not careful, he will only have the soul to disappear. The longer the practitioner practices, the more he cares about life.

The bearded elder laughed and said, "What Elder Fang said is right. Let me ask the disciples present. Can you agree with Elder Wu as the leader?"

"I don't agree!" I don't agree!!!" From the side where the white cloth was tied to the wrist, there was a shout, which made Elder Wu's face more and more gloomy.

When the voice gradually calmed down, Elder Fang shook his head and whispered, "E elder Wu, if you want to be the leader, there is another way."

"What method?"

"The cultivation world has always been respected by strength, and so has the Tianyuan School. If you show the strongest side of the Tianyuan School, this leader is naturally yours." Elder Fang said with a smile.

Hearing this, Elder Wu's eyes condensed and fell silent. Elder Meng, a pair of big hands patted each other fiercely, making a dull thunderous sound, and some disciples with low cultivation felt uncomfortable.

"Huh! The meaning of Elder Fang's words is that he wants to provoke a civil war! Do you want me to fight in the Tianyuan faction so that outsiders can take advantage of it!"

As soon as he said this, the disciples of both sides were in an uproar, and their eyes were all turned to Elder Fang.

"It turns out that the civil war means Elder Fang! I always thought it was Elder Wu!"

"What's the point of provoking a civil war? How could Elder Fang do this!"

"I really know people, but I don't know my heart. It's good to see Elder Fang. I just chose him. It seems that I chose the wrong one."

For a while, many disciples whispered and whispered, but those present were practitioners, and most of their voices could be heard clearly.

"Be quiet!" The elder's face changed, and his tongue burst into spring thunder and shouted fiercely.

Elder Wu's eyes were happy again. He took a look at Elder Meng, and his eyes were full of appreciation. He didn't expect that Elder Meng still had this hand.

Elder Fang's expression darkened and said coldly, "What a clever tongue! Reverse right and wrong! Elder Meng, I underestimated you. After saying that, he turned around, glanced at the disciples behind him, and said in a low voice, "Who are we? Don't the disciples present really know? Although Fang is now a foundation-building elder, he has joined the Tianyuan faction since he was a child. This Tianyuan faction is Fang's home! Fang just wants this family to be harmonious, and may this family become better and better! As for who will be the palm of this faction, Fang doesn't care at all. As long as he can convince Fang and really benefit the Tianyuan faction, Fang will definitely agree!"

"What Elder Fang said! Don't be confused by the little man's words!" The elder Liu Xu answered.

"Elester Fang! Elder Fang! Elder Fang!" Hearing Elder Fang's words, those disciples with different hearts immediately came to their senses and shouted the name of Elder Fang. Even the disciples who tied the black cloth, many of them seemed to be intentional.

"Humph!" A cold hum came from the mouth of Elder Meng. He raised his big hand like a fan and pointed to the bearded elder, "You! Who is the villain!?"