Author: Chanzhang

In the afternoon, there were still many parties discussing, but no one tried to challenge the "sect leader" of Xuanqing Sect.

It is worth mentioning that the two brothers of the Fang family and Mo Qi both represented their own forces on the stage.

Although these people can't pass two moves in Yu Lin's hands, it has to be said that they can indeed be regarded as young talents among their peers.

All kinds of competitions are in full swing, with competition from the younger generation and middle-aged Taoist priests' enlightenment.

After several competitions, each company identified the candidates and collected several good seedlings.

During the competition, the sky gradually darkened.

The lights in the martial arts venue have been lit up, and the attendants are also arranged to carry electric lights to light up.

As fewer and fewer people were having a competition on the stage, the competition for the enlightenment conference was about to end. Fang Zhuhen looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. After the personnel on the field were cleared, he stood up and sang:

"Then today's competition ends here. Thank you very much for being able to attend this grand event. Next, please invite Elder Wugui to give us insights and guidance!"

Wugui hid the pleasure in his eyes, and put on an unfathomable look, and spoke in a long tone:

"The Tao has no strange words, one yin and one yang are used for its use. Friends of Taoism, the so-called Tao, those who get the treatment are spiritual and clear, while those who lose the treatment are not feasible..."

As soon as Wugui quoted the words "Taiping Jing", a riot suddenly came from the crowd.

A servant ran up the steps with a panic look, and approached Fang Zhuhen and whispered:

"The head of the family, it's not good. A group of people broke into the door, and the security guard couldn't stop him!"

Fang Zhuhen's face changed and he hurriedly asked: "What kind of clothes are they wearing? How many people are there? Let's explain it clearly!"

The waiter hurriedly added: "The clothes we wear are very similar to those of the sect leader, with a total of eight people. We should be almost at the front hall now."

Fang Zhuheng suddenly stood up and smiled at the people below the stage: "Everyone, I'm sorry, something happened at home, I'll deal with it now."

After explaining, he winked at Wugui, then turned around with a serious expression and planned to leave.

Before Fang Zhuhen could completely leave, a voice full of anger and chill came from the audience not far away—

"Wugui! You have joined hands with outsiders to forge the identity of the sect leader, and are you going to rebel!"

A young man wearing the costumes of a senior disciple of the Xuanqing Sect broke out from the bodyguards, looking at the people on the stage with a cold expression.

Behind the young man was seven men and women who were also wearing disciple uniforms of sects, one of which was an old man with slightly white hair.

Wugui was not surprised to see the visitor, and he sneered: "Fellow Daoist Mo, what are you doing? Didn't the sect leader have ordered you to be expelled from the sect? Are you still wearing my Xuanqing Sect's sect costumes and making noise here?!"

Mo Mo laughed in anger, took out the door token from his sleeve, held it high above his head, and sang:

"The token of the Master of Xuanqing Sect is here, who dares to make a rash!"

The moment I saw the token, Wugui's face changed instantly.

Obviously, even though he threatened to expel the sect, Mo Mo refused to admit that the sect leader's token was in his hands. After that, he sent someone to thoroughly search the entire sect, but no trace of the token was found.

How could the master token appear out of thin air?!

Either this kid hides something, or it's just... Yu Lin's dead girl is really not dead yet!
Chapter completed!