Jian Nanshan was so angry that his beard stood up.
He wanted to slap him in the face.
Over the years, he has been in charge of the sword pavilion and has been respected by thousands of people. No one has ever dared to offend him.
This guy is good. Not only did he personally send his son to the stone wall in the back mountain to regret his mistakes, but he also allowed himself to be caught in pain by the boss. Now he actually dares to say something to offend himself. He simply doesn't know how to live or die.
"How dare I laugh at the Master of the Sword Pavilion, if I am not afraid of losing my life?" Ye Xiong rolled his eyes and said, "The master just said that being a Pavilion Master does not necessarily depend on strength. There are many monks around the Venerable. Although they are powerful,
Not strong, but able to be reused. Now that you are questioning my level and being unable to be a pavilion master, do you mean you don’t take what the master just said to heart?"
These words, like a sharp sword, pierced Jian Nanshan's heart hard, leaving him speechless.
Just now, Nangong Han just said this.
"Master, listen, this guy has no morals and incompetence, is glib, and is just trying to sow discord. If such a person continues to stay in the Immortal Sect, it will only make the Immortal Sect embarrassed. Now the disciples outside are starting to talk about it.
A lot of people are already dissatisfied with the fact that a late-stage Jindan monk is the master of the pavilion. If this continues, how can we convince the public?" Jian Nanshan said angrily.
"Master of the Sword Pavilion, you should sit down and talk. You are talking condescendingly to the master. Others don't know and they think you are the master!" Ye Xiong said in a weird voice.
"You brat, if you sow discord, I will destroy you." Jian Nanshan was furious and was about to take action.
"Nanshan, sit down."
"Head..."
"I asked you to sit down, do you hear me?" Nangong Han's voice became colder and he shouted: "Do you still see me as the leader in your eyes?"
This roar made everyone startled and did not dare to speak.
From these words, everyone knew that Nangong Han was angry.
Only then did Jian Nanshan realize that he was too excited, and he quickly sat down and apologized: "Master, I was just excited and had no other meaning. Don't listen to this kid's nonsense."
"Nanshan, you are the old pavilion master. You have been in charge of the sword pavilion for hundreds of years. You have never seen any big storms. Why can't you suppress your emotions?"
"The reason why we have a meeting is to make suggestions. Everyone has the right to speak. You can't use your power to suppress others just because you are an old person and others are newcomers. If there is a meeting, everyone will not even dare to say anything and still start talking.
What will happen?"
"The leader is right."
"Although Jiang Nan is only in the late stage of Jindan cultivation, he can break the sword intention of Tiandao Pavilion, so he is naturally superior. It has only been a month, and you question his ability. What can he do in a month?
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Jian Nanshan was speechless and stared at Ye Xiong fiercely.
Nangong Han's eyes fell on Ye Xiong and continued to ask: "Jiang Nan, do you have anything else to say?"
Ye Xiong glanced at Nangong Han and saw that there was not only no blame in his eyes, but also some appreciation.
It is rumored by outside disciples that hundreds of years ago, before the former head of the Immortality Sect ascended to the throne, there were two candidates under consideration for his replacement, one was Nangong Han and the other was Jian Nanshan, but Nangong Han was chosen later.
In terms of strength, Jian Nanshan and Nangong Han are on par with each other. Jian Nanshan cannot be the leader, so it is strange that he has no resentment in his heart.
Jian Nanshan probably dreamed that one day he would be able to dethrone Nangong Han from the position of head and take the position himself.
Privately, there is no telling how much grudge the two have, and how much they fight openly and secretly.
Typical workplace rules on Earth, such as the relationship between the manager and the boss.
Jian Nanshan in the Changsheng Sect, no matter in terms of strength or status, no one dares to resist him, unless someone is risking his life.
Now that a stupid young man like Ye Xiong has stepped forward, Nangong Han is not happy yet. It is best to use Ye Xiong's arrogance to kill Jian Nanshan, so he appreciates Ye Xiong's approach very much.
"Master, I really have a request to make."
"you say."
"Tiandao Pavilion has restarted, and the selection of disciples has ended. The next election will be three years later, which is too long, so I hope the head can allow Tiandao Pavilion to recruit disciples on a daily basis without time restrictions for the time being." Ye Xiong said.
"This proposal is okay, I agree." Nangong Han said.
"There should be many current disciples who have not completely left. Master Jiang Pavilion can relax a little now, and maybe he can recruit many disciples. Of course, the quality of these disciples is uncertain. After all, they are all unsuccessful." Shentong Pavilion.
The master of the pavilion, Gu Wenbai, laughed.
"As I said just now, it's better to lack than to abuse."
"Then I'll take a good look at what kind of disciples Jiange can recruit." Jian Nanshan snorted coldly.
"By the way, there is something I need to report to the leader. Zhuo Wushuang has now joined my sect. I want to ask if this talisman complies with the regulations. If it does not, I can let him leave." Ye Xiong asked.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar and everyone changed their color.
"What did you say, Jian Wushuang joined Tiandao Pavilion?" Jian Nanshan could hardly believe his ears.
Zhuo Wushuang is the eighth son of the Sword Master. He has a special liking for the Immortality Sect. Every three years, he must come to participate in the disciple selection. However, he is only interested in Tiandao Pavilion and has no interest in the other pavilions at all. Jian Nanshan
He personally lobbied countless times, hoping that Zhuo Wushuang could join Jiange so that he could take advantage of the Eighth Prince's relationship and become a master of swordsmanship. However, he did not expect that Ye Xiong would actually take advantage of him.
"I don't even want to recruit him, but he insists on coming in, and there's nothing I can do about it." Ye Xiong shrugged.
A slap in the face, this is really a naked slap in the face!
Jian Nanshan desperately wanted to get the person he wanted, but he didn't want him. This attitude simply made Jian Nanshan vomit blood.
"Master, Zhuo Wushuang has outstanding talents and is one of the best cultivation geniuses. I am afraid that he will be mistaken when he enters Tiandao Pavilion. When the time comes, his cultivation will not improve. Your Majesty will blame him. Our Immortality Sect will be in trouble. Master, think twice."
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"I agree, Master, you should think twice." Jiang Zhiwei nodded in agreement.
Ye Xiong glanced at Jiang Zhiwei and saw that he was Jian Nanshan's follower. He agreed with everything Jian Nanshan said.
An old cunning guy without principles.
On the contrary, Gu Wenbai, Yu Fengxian, and Jiang Panzi didn't say much.
"I have to ask His Majesty for instructions on this. Zhuo Wushuang is one of his most proud princes. I don't dare to make a decision on my own. Let's do this, Jiang Nan. I will contact Your Majesty later and let you know." Nangong Han said.
Next, the meeting continued, but it was neither salty nor lukewarm, and there was no atmosphere.
The meeting lasted for an hour and finally adjourned.
Ye Xiong returned to Tiandao Pavilion and began to consider recruiting disciples.
Originally, he didn't want to care about anything, he just wanted to stay here, even if he didn't have a single disciple, as long as he could enter the spiritual realm to practice. However, after this meeting, he found that he was like sailing against the current. If he didn't advance, he would retreat.
To the point where Jian Nanshan is so aggressive that he is always thinking of ways to defeat him. If he doesn't find a way to become stronger, he won't even have the ability to protect himself.
"Everyone thinks that I am incompetent, so I will train a group of talented disciples for you to see." Ye Xiong cursed.
At this moment, a figure suddenly walked in from outside, it was Nangong Han.
"The leader is here, but we have to wait a long way to greet him." Ye Xiong hurriedly greeted him.
"I just asked your venerable, he said that the Eighth Prince is a free agent, whatever he decides to do is up to him, and he will not interfere." Nangong Han laughed and encouraged: "Jiangnan, do your best, I'm optimistic about you.