Urban ancient fairy doctor

As soon as this decision came out, everyone present had different reactions. Some were disappointed, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were cheering.

The happiest people were naturally the disciples of the Ninth Peak, who immediately burst into cheers.

"Big brother, congratulations on your completion, be sure to treat me well!"

Fu Jundie ran to Ye Bufan, swallowing her saliva while being happy for her elder brother, as if she had already seen countless delicacies before her eyes.

Hua Bingyu, Ji Shuxian and others were also happy, happy for Ye Bufan's success.

Bai Lingpu and Zu Fangkui, who were standing next to them, were full of anger and unwillingness, but they did not dare to show anything.

In front of other disciples, they are the superior peak masters, but they have no status at all in front of the sect master.

At this moment, a sharp and arrogant voice came from a distance.

"Gong Qingxuan, you are getting more and more useless, and you actually accepted such a waste as your direct disciple!"

Everyone's expressions changed and they turned around to see four figures galloping from a distance and arriving in front of everyone in an instant.

The leader was a woman in red. Although her appearance was not as good as Hua Bingyu, Feng Zhiwu and others, she was still quite pretty.

The whole person has a plump figure and an enchanting posture, but a cold light flashes from time to time in his eyes.

Behind her were three young people, two men and one woman. Each of them had a strong aura, and they had reached the cultivation level of Great Yi Immortal or above.

Ye Bufan looked at the woman in red and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Although the other party's cultivation level cannot be seen, one can feel it from the pressure. At least above Hua Bingyu, even if it is not as good as Gong Qingxuan, it is not far behind.

Many young disciples looked confused when they saw the woman in red. They didn't know who this was and how dared to be so arrogant in the Liuguang Sword Sect.

As for Hong Tian, ​​Dao Jie and others, their expressions changed drastically, and they all showed strange expressions.

Hua Bingyu exclaimed: "Second Senior Sister, why are you here?"

"Go away, you have no right to call me senior sister, and I have nothing to do with the Flowing Light Sword Sect!"

The woman in red shouted loudly, with a fierce look on her face.

Ye Bufan was confused. He didn't know what was going on. What was going on with this woman?

He turned to look at Luo Bingyan and Shen Qiyun next to him. They all looked confused and obviously did not recognize the woman in red.

At this moment, the voice of Zhao Mingcheng, the steward of the outer sect of the Ninth Peak, sounded in his ears: "Her name is He Honglian. She was once the junior sister of the lord of the sect, the daughter of the old sect master, and the senior sister of the great elder."

Now Ye Bufan has been designated as the direct descendant of the sect leader. All that is left is an apprenticeship ceremony, and he will be the next sect leader in the future.

Coupled with the previous care for Zhao Yuan, Zhao Mingcheng was full of gratitude to him and told the story in detail.

"He Honglian is an extremely arrogant and conceited person. In terms of cultivation, she is not as good as the sect leader, and in terms of ambition and control ability, she is far behind.

But it happened that this woman relied on the daughter of the old sect leader, and she was arrogant and self-respecting. She always felt that she should be the sect leader's heir.

Because of this, when the Flowing Light Sword Sect passed the throne to its sect leader, she was extremely dissatisfied and even fell into a state of madness. She secretly assassinated the sect leader. The old sect leader expelled her from the sect in anger. "

Only then did Ye Bufan understand what was going on. It turned out that this woman was an abandoned disciple of the Liuguang Sword Sect. No wonder she looked so violent and perverse.

Zhao Mingcheng continued: "This happened a thousand years ago. Since then, every once in a while, He Honglian would return to the sect to challenge, but every time it ended in failure.

The sect master was much more powerful than her, but after every victory, he thought of the past friendship and let her go.

But this woman was never grateful and came to provoke the sect again and again. The last time should have been three hundred years ago. "

Zhao Mingcheng's words were concise and concise, and he quickly explained He Honglian's origins clearly.

As soon as Ye Bufan figured out what was going on, He Honglian's contemptuous eyes swept over him.

"Gong Qingxuan, my mother is really blind. She passed on the position of sect leader to you and actually chose such a loser as her direct successor. It seems that the Flowing Light Sword Sect will definitely be destroyed in your hands."

Gong Qingxuan was wearing a mask and could not see her expression. She sighed and said, "Honglian, you have been defeated so many times, can't you still see clearly? What are you doing again?"

He Honglian said: "I'm not here to compete with you this time."

Gong Qingxuan said: "Then what are you going to do?"

"I want to compete with you as a disciple."

He Honglian looked back and pointed at the three young people behind him, "In the past three hundred years, I have trained three direct disciples. There are thirty thousand disciples in the Flowing Light Sword Sect. As long as someone under the age of three hundred can defeat the three of them, I will lose. From now on I will never step into the Flowing Light Sword Sect from now on.

If no one is their opponent, then just obediently give me the position of sect leader, which shows that you are not worthy at all! "

Hua Bingyu advised: "Second Senior Sister, why are you bothering?"

"Shut up, you have no place to speak here!"

He Honglian raised her hand and pointed at Gong Qingxuan, "Do you dare to compete today? My mother has handed over the sect to you. With so many young disciples, there won't be any that can do it, right?"

Gong Qingxuan sighed again: "Honglian, you are so stubborn!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here if you are afraid, and return the position of sect leader to me."

He Honglian was arrogant to the extreme.

Gong Qingxuan said: "Are you sure you keep your word? If you lose, you will never cause trouble again in the Liuguang Sword Sect."

"Of course. I, He Honglian, have always kept my word. If I lose, I will never set foot in the Liuguang Sword Sect's territory again."

"Well, in that case, it's as you wish."

Gong Qingxuan said: "How are you going to compete?"

"It's very simple. As long as someone from your sect can defeat my three disciples, I will turn around and leave immediately."

He Honglian turned around and waved, calling a young man in gold clothes over.

"Lei'er, I leave this first battle to you."

"Don't worry, Master, I will beat the crap out of these trash and vent your anger on your behalf."

Sure enough, what kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice, and this young man in gold is also extremely arrogant.

"Leifeng Jinglei, who of you dares to come and fight me?"

After saying that, his aura suddenly exploded. He was in the early stage of the Great Yi Immortal, and it was extremely strong. He had obviously stayed in this realm for a long time.

Seeing this scene, everyone present felt their hearts sink.

There are many powerful people in the Flowing Light Sword Sect, but there are really only a handful of people under three hundred years old who can surpass the person in front of them.

Now that people have come to kill them, we must fight here.

At this moment, most people's eyes fell on Sima Cuo. After all, he was the strongest person in the entire sect, and his cultivation level was also in the realm of Great B Immortal.

If anyone among the Liuguang Sword Sect's disciples could defeat Feng Jinglei, he would have the greatest hope.

But at this moment, Sima Cuo had not become the direct descendant of the sect leader. He had already suppressed a lot of resentment. Even though he did not dare to express it, he had no plans to take action.

He just lowered his head and stared at his toes without even raising his head.