As the saying goes, a snake cannot do without a head.

The Tianlong Sect has a great family and a large number of factions. If a new leader is not selected quickly, it is very likely to fall into civil unrest or even fall apart.

This is not alarmist.

The decline of a hidden sect often starts from within.

Xiao Shitong's death did bring heavy blows to Ji Hengqiu, but his position was destined to prevent him from indulging in sorrow like ordinary people.

He must cheer up, must be awake, and must remain calm.

Because he is responsible for the entire Tianlong Sect.

Ji Hengqiu glanced at him and flew over the faces of Yin Changgeng, Wang Mu, Qi Baichuan, Wu Chong and others one after another, and said straight to the point: "Before selecting the new leader, I will temporarily take over the position of the leader. Do you have any opinions?"

The atmosphere in the mourning hall suddenly stagnated.

Wang Mu was stunned for two seconds and took the lead in expressing his opinion: "I agree!"

Qi Baichuan looked at Ji Hengqiu, then at Yin Changgeng, and sighed imperceptibly: "I have no objection."

The other elders and true disciples also expressed their agreement, leaving only a small part of them silent.

The remaining small part belongs to radicals, and only Yin Changgeng has always followed the leader.

"Sir Yin, what do you think?"

Ji Hengqiu's eyes fell on Yin Changgeng's face, his tone was plain and without any emotion.

Yin Changgeng lowered his head and said a little after a long time, "No need to be a temporary agent, just let you be the head of the sect."

Seeing that the other party did not make things difficult for him, Ji Hengqiu couldn't help but feel very surprised.

It should be noted that he and Yin Changgeng have always been inconsistent with each other, almost in the same way as water and fire, and it is entirely dependent on Xiao Shitong to be harmonious.

Ji Hengqiu was already ready to argue, but he didn't expect to pass the test easily. In addition to being surprised, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

But now is obviously not the time to pursue the matter. To eliminate distracting thoughts, Ji Hengqiu pressed Xiao Shitong's coffin with his hand and said seriously: "The head of the sect must be voted by the Presbyterian Church. The rules cannot be abolished. I am just a temporary replacement. Please rest assured that once the new head of the sect is selected, I will immediately abdicate and give way to the sages."

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple hurried into the mourning hall with a sad and angry face.

He knelt on one knee and presented an invitation to Ji Hengqiu.

Ji Hengqiu took the invitation and saw his face suddenly turned ashen.

"It's too much!"

Even though Ji Hengqiu was well-educated and did not show his emotions, he was furious by the bad behavior of Wuji Sect.

Knowing that they were holding a funeral for the head, they chose to send an invitation at this time and invite them to Wuji Gate to attend the celebration ceremony?

It’s okay to kill someone, but you still have to be punished?

Ji Hengqiu shook his arm suddenly, and the invitation flew out of his hand and penetrated it deeply into the wall next to him.

The Tianlong Sect looked at each other, not understanding why Ji Hengqiu suddenly became angry.

"This is an invitation sent by Wujimen."

Ji Hengqiu clenched his teeth and said coldly: "The invitation said that they will hold a ceremony in three days to celebrate Chen Hanzhou's becoming the Martial Saint of Gangjin and invite us to attend!"

The air in the mourning hall solidified instantly.

An indescribable anger appeared on everyone's face.

“Where is the person who sent the invitation?”

Wang Mu's eyes were red and bloodshot: "I'm going to kill him!"

After saying that, Wang Mu pulled his legs and walked out.

The other disciples of the Tianlong Sect immediately followed Wang Mu, gritting their teeth one by one, wishing they could start a war with Wuji Sect immediately and fight for a war.

Ji Hengqiu's eyes flashed, but he barely suppressed his anger. He shouted at Wang Mu's back: "Stop, do you want the leader to die with his eyes open?"

Wang Mu had half his foot stepped out of the mourning hall gate, and he stopped after hearing this.

"The Wuji Sect has been bullied to the top. Do we have to endure it?"

His eyebrows stood up and he asked with a low growl.

"In order to preserve the vitality of the Tianlong Sect, the head of the sect sacrificed himself and went to his death calmly, but you can't stand the slightest humiliation?"

Ji Hengqiu said sternly: "Even if you kill the person who sent the invitation, can you avenge the head? Can you save the failure of the sect? Can you make you feel better?"

"I me"

Wang Mu's teeth were clenched and a thread of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth, and the qi on his body was fluctuating.

"You must never let the leader sacrifice his life for nothing!"

Ji Hengqiu's eyes moved away from Wang Mu and swept over the others present: "Enough people have died. From now on, we must preserve our strength, endure humiliation, and taste gall! This bloody debt will be repaid from Wuji Sect sooner or later, but not now!"

Yin Changgeng echoed for the first time: "Deputy Master Ji is right. Even if we fight hard, we will not be able to avenge the Master, and it will only increase death and injury."

"What we need to do now is to practice hard and keep getting stronger, so strong that we can defeat Chen Hanzhou. We can naturally get justice!"

After Ji Hengqiu's wake-up call and Yin Changgeng's earnest advice, Wang Mu finally regained his rationality.

He turned around and returned to the mourning hall, knelt down straight, kowtowed for a few times, and said nothing.

There is nothing more sorrow than death in the heart.

Ji Hengqiu patted Wang Mu on the shoulder, closed his eyes, and looked depressed: "I decided to set out to Pingzhou City tomorrow to express congratulations to Wuji Sect on behalf of the Tianlong Sect. You can stay and deal with the funeral of the head."

"Why should we give Wujimen a face?"

Qi Baichuan asked, "Actually, it's okay to find an excuse not to participate."

Ji Hengqiu's voice was low: "I want to experience the majesty and domineering nature of Wuji Sect myself, and then visit a few old friends to hear their opinions."

Time flies.

It was three days later.

Pingzhou City, the ancestral home of Wujimen.

The road leading to the mountain gate is decorated with lights and colorful lights, and is full of joy.

Every five meters, a disciple of the Wuji Sect stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight, his spirited and his eyes were not squinting. The style of a famous sect was fully revealed.

At the end of the road, under the plaque with the two big words "Wuji", Cheng Feng, Xu Zhen and Xu Chun personally served as the welcome guests, so busy that they were not touching the ground.

"Master Sun Peng of Liuhemen is here!"

"Master Bai Huaisha, the plum blossom sect, is here!"

"Master Teng Changgong of the White Ape Gate has arrived!"

"Fuhu sent Master Shang Beichen to arrive!"

"Master Yan Lingtian of Tianji Martial Arts Hall is here!"

"Master Hong Zhenxuan of the Four Elephant Martial Arts Hall is here!"

""

The names of strong men resounded over the Wuji Sect.

The disciple who was in charge of the vocals was tall and had a thick neck, so his voice was very loud.

He was about to drink water to moisten his throat when his senior brother Cheng Feng suddenly handed over two famous posts.

The disciple saw that his eyes almost popped out of his eyes, used his strength to pull his neck and shouted: "The Lord of the Martial Alliance, Mr. Lin Chong, is here!"

"Guanghan sent Master Gu Weinan to arrive!"

In an instant, the bustling crowd seemed to be pressed to the mute button.

Just like the appointment, everyone turned their heads at the same time and looked at the place where the mountain gate was.
Chapter completed!