In the midst of the black smoke and fire, the master of extinction struck Fan Yao with his palm. Fan Yao was forced to fight with the old nun, and suddenly heard a scream from upstairs.

Hebiweng rushed down with disheveled hair, pointed his crane-bill staff at Fan Yao and said: "You killed my senior brother, I will kill you!"

Master Miejie frowned and stopped her hand, thinking that the Crane Pen Man and Fan Yao were fighting dogs, so she could have stabilized her hand first.

Hebiweng witnessed Luzhangke's tragic death on the top of the tower, his eyes were red, as if he were mourning for his heir. The two had depended on each other since childhood, and they had a deep love for each other. Luzhangke was stabbed to death with a sword, and Hebiweng really wished he could live.

The opponent's flesh and blood.

Fan Yao exchanged several punches with him, but He Bi Weng used all his dead blows, just to kill Fan Yao. Every palm punch unleashed the dark and cold internal energy of his body without any reservation.

"This guy wants to fight with me, but I don't want to die here with him." Fan Yao was just thinking about how to escape, when suddenly someone walked up, and it turned out to be Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu flew forward and took Hebi Weng's attack, and said to Fan Yao: "Shaolin and other disciples are downstairs. You go down first to detoxify them."

Fan Yao only gave the antidote to the Wudang people. The Shaolin and other sects had not yet recovered their internal strength. The fire had already burned up from the bottom of the tower. The sects jumped from such a height. If they did not have the internal strength to perform Qinggong, Zhang Wuji might not be able to catch them.

Fan Yao nodded and went downstairs decisively. The antidote for Shixiang Ruanjin Powder was all on him, and Song Qingshu was here to hold it. He had to go down and detoxify everyone first.

When he got off the stairs, Hebi Weng was chasing after him. His eyes were about to burst, and he shouted: "Don't run, I'm going to kill you!"

With Song Qingshu's Qingfeng Sword in hand, he used all the moves of Dugu's Nine Swords. Although He Biweng was a master, he was a little crazy at this time due to the death of his senior brother, so the strength he displayed was slightly reduced.

If the two elders Xuanming and Ming cooperate, they can match the power of the three masters. But if they fight alone, they are still much inferior.

Song Qingshu's strange moves came out, and they all pointed to his vital points. This was not a martial arts competition, but a point-to-point contest. This was a real game of life and death.

Hebi Weng was entangled by him and turned his attention to him. He struck out with a Xuanming divine palm and wrapped it around the tip of Song Qingshu's Qingfeng sword. A cold light shot out, forming ice flowers in the air, and disappeared in a moment.

not see.

He tried his best!

Master Miejie was shocked when he saw Song Qingshu and Hebi Weng were evenly matched. He didn't expect this junior to grow up so fast.

"Young Master Song, I'm here to help you!" said Master Jue, who was about to step forward to help. She had a very good impression of Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu must have come here to save people. The relationship between Wudang and Emei is too deep.

Although she has some small thoughts, at this critical moment of life and death, how can she sit idly by and ignore it?

"Master Tai, please ask the senior sisters from Emei to retreat first, and someone will come to help below." Song Qingshu shook his Qingfeng sword and drove Hebi Wengge away.

Master Miejie nodded and told the disciples behind him: "Quick, you all go down first."

As if many Emei disciples were granted amnesty, they had long wanted to follow Fan Yao downstairs. Now that the pagoda was crumbling due to fire, the higher they were, the more dangerous they were.

When the Emei disciples all evacuated one after another, there were still three people left on this floor, namely Master Miejie, Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun.

The two women looked at Song Qingshu with concerned eyes. Song Qingshu saved the two women on the field before and confidently made a bet with Zhao Min.

Zhou Zhiruo naturally believed what Song Qingshu said. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been so confident and calm, and everything was expected.

As for Ding Minjun, when she first heard Song Qingshu's "arrogance", she found it unbelievable. How dare he be so bold and arrogant. But when she thought about it carefully, wasn't he always like this since she met him? And Ding Minjun actually liked this young man.

frivolous.

"Why don't you leave?" Master Jue didn't know what the two girls were thinking. She saw that the other disciples had gone downstairs, but these two were the only ones who stayed together.

"Master, if you don't agree to go down, how can we leave?" Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo said in unison.

Master Miejie nodded and looked at the two girls with relief in her eyes.

Ding Minjun is her eldest disciple, and Zhou Zhiruo is her close disciple. These two disciples can still think of her in the moment of life and death. This is how they deserve her training and education.

"Okay, you guys are doing very well!" Master Miejie sighed. He glanced at Song Qingshu and saw that he was doing everything he could with ease. He was getting braver and braver as he fought, and he had a slight advantage, so he said to the two girls, "Follow me."

Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo glanced at each other, and both saw the other's plan. At this time of crisis, although they sincerely respected Master Miejie, they did not have any other plans.

Master Miejie walked into the inner room of the floor. The sound of fighting next door could still be heard, but it was much quieter.

"Minjun, Zhiruo, you are very kind. It is not in vain to train me." Master Miejie said happily.

Zhou Zhiruo lowered his head and remained silent, but Ding Minjun raised his head and said with a forced smile, "Master, this is the duty that a disciple should fulfill."

Master Miejie nodded, suddenly her face turned cold, she gave a thumbs up and said, "You may recognize this thing."

What she wears on her thumb is the Iron Ring, the token of the head of the Emei Sect. This ring has been handed down to Mie Mie for the third generation since the heroine Guo Xiang.

"Master..." Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun knelt down at the same time, and the intention of exterminating Master Tai was clearly revealed.

She wants to pass the throne!

"The Emei Sect was revived by the female warrior Guo Xiang, and it is now the third generation to pass it on to Master. Today, I will pass the throne to the fourth leader." Miejie said, his eyes roaming over the faces of the two women.

Zhou Zhiruo's face was calm and unfazed. Although Ding Minjun deliberately concealed it, the slight struggle all over her body exposed her nervousness and excitement.

"When it comes to character, Zhiruo is much better than Minjun."

Although Zhou Zhiruo is nearly twice younger than Ding Minjun, her calm nature is far better than that of Ding Minjun. However, her influence in the sect is not as good as that of Ding Minjun. Ding Minjun's martial arts skills are also mediocre, and he is naive and simple-minded, unlike Ding Minjun.

He is a candidate for big responsibilities.

Master Miejie thought for a while, and the two girls kept waiting. Ding Minjun finally couldn't stand it anymore, raised his head and glanced at Miejie secretly, "Master..."

Jiejie said "hmm" and said to the two girls: "The rules of our Emei sect are that all the leaders of the Emei sect must be virgins who guard their bodies like jade."

At this point, Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun's faces turned red, and they heard Jue Jue continue: "I know you are both interested in that kid outside, but..."

The implication of Master Miejie’s words is self-evident. If you want to be the leader, you must get rid of those thoughts; conversely, if you want to be with Song Qingshu, you cannot become the leader of the Emei Sect.

The two girls had already thought about this issue, and Zhou Zhiruo had already made up his mind. Although Ding Minjun had made a decision before, but now when he really wanted to say it out loud, he felt a lump in his throat and got stuck.

"Master...Master..." Ding Minjun couldn't help but think of Song Qingshu's appearance. When he was dancing with his sword under the moon, when he was bravely killing enemies, when he was drugged...

....His evil smile, his heroic appearance, and his voice, for a moment, Ding Minjun couldn't let go of him.

"Time is running out, you guys must make a decision quickly." Master Miejie urged when he saw that the two women were silent.

"Master, are you okay? Why do you want to pass on the throne..." Zhou Zhiruo bit her pale lips and asked. She didn't think much about the position of head. She was the last female disciple to enter the school.

If Song Qingshu had not appeared in her life, she might have reorganized the position of head.

But now, it was no longer necessary. She was really worried about just asking Ding Minjun to be the leader. And the sudden questioning from Miejie gave her a feeling of determination.

Although Master Miejie didn't spend too long with her, she was very good to him. Zhou Zhiruo valued love and righteousness, and regarded her as half his mother in his heart.

Miejie shook his head, "With this calamity today, I have to make plans for the future of the Emei Sect in advance."

She looked at the flames outside that were getting stronger and stronger, and she spoke with a sense of death.

"Master, you will definitely be able to get out of trouble. Where did the disaster come from? Where did the difficulty come from?" Zhou Zhiruo said affectionately.

Jiejie helped her up and whispered: "Zhiruo, can you be the leader?"

Although these words were spoken in a low voice, Ding Minjun on the side could hear them clearly. She who was originally confused suddenly woke up and stared at Zhou Zhiruo's lips with wide eyes.

"No, Master..." Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and said with a flushed face, "Master, I am a young disciple and have not been in the profession for a long time, so it is difficult for me to shoulder this important responsibility."

There was a hint of disappointment on Miejie's face, but he also respected her choice. He patted her hand gently and said, "Zhiruo, I understand your thoughts."

Miejie looked outside, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the wall, "You and that boy are a good match. I just hope you don't forget the oath you made when you joined the Emei Sect."

"We are born as Emei people and die as Emei ghosts. In this life, this disciple will never betray Emei or do anything detrimental to Emei's interests." Zhou Zhiruo said with determination.

"Okay." Master Jiejie looked pleased.

Even if Zhou Zhiruo fails to take over as the leader, it may not be a good thing. In this way, if she can marry Song Qingshu, she will find a strong backer for the Emei Sect. If she is gone, Ding Minjun can have her

Support will not turn the Emei Sect into a mess.

"Minjun, kneel down!" Master Jue suddenly turned to Ding Minjun and said.

Ding Minjun was startled by her. He instinctively bent his knees and knelt on the ground angrily.

Master Miejie took off the iron ring from her hand and solemnly put it on her thumb.

"From today on, you are the fourth head of the Emei Sect." Miejie Shitai said word by word.

"From now on, you must take the Emei sect as your lifelong goal and remember not to think too wildly."
Chapter completed!