Yun Wuer is the leader of Feihe Sect now. She has excellent qualifications and high understanding. She has felt something in the past two days and has broken through the great shackles of a martial arts level in one go. She was happy and couldn't help but play the piano and entertain herself.

She is young and has a daughter. As the leader of Feihe Sect, she is under great pressure. Many of the disciples under her will be dissatisfied. In addition, these days it was a day of great competition. The people in the sect were panic and didn't like her very much.

Now that she can take a step further under this pressure, she naturally feels a little relieved.

People with her status rarely judge people by their appearance. After finding that they did not sense Yang Xian's breath, she would never feel any disrespect even if she was covered in pus.

Besides, since Huang Zongji was able to take Yang Xian to the bluestone cliff, it means that Yang Xian must be his own person, so she naturally has to treat him with courtesy.

"The master of Yun Sect plays the piano well!"

When Yang Xian saw her salute, he hurriedly reached out to help her, "I didn't expect that the leader of Feihe Sect was actually a daughter!"

He looked at Yun Wu'er and smiled, "Do you dare to ask Master Yun's sect what the name of this song just now?"

Yun Wuer smiled and said, "This song is called "The Moon Under the Spring". I don't play it well, so the young hero laughed."

Her voice was extremely pleasant, like a ring of ding dong, and a clear stream passed by a stone, which made people feel indescribable and comfortable. It seemed that a small hand was gently twitching on her heart and liver, and her whole body was numb, feeling even more fascinating than the sound of her piano.

Even though Kang Shan next to him often contacted the sect leader, he still felt his face flushed and his face was beating enthusiastically.

Yang Xian looked at the woman in surprise and said to herself, "This woman is born with a charming body. If she enters the Demon Sect to practice the charming technique, she may have a little more peace in the world. Fortunately, she will become the leader of Feihe Sect, which is a blessing."

He praised: "The bright moon is in the sky and the stream is gurgling. It is indeed a cool mood. No wonder when you hear the sound of the piano, a coolness will rise from your heart."

Yun Wu'er smiled and said, "Just play randomly, just don't joke."

Huang Zongji took the opportunity to introduce: "Junior sister, this is Yang Xian and Yang Young Master. His martial arts cultivation is unfathomable. He is a good friend I met in a mountain village near Jiuligang at the foot of the mountain."

He said this and said to Yunwuer: "I did not see anyone from the Tianming Sect when I was ordered to go down the mountain this time, but I saw a tragic incident."

Now he told Yun Wuer the whole story of encountering a living zombie in the mountain village.

After hearing this, Yun Wu'er frowned slightly, "There is such a thing?"

She thought for a moment and Huang Zongji said, "Now the three-door battle is about to fight, and the people in the sect are limited. This matter can only be discussed after the battle."

Huang Zongji said respectfully: "Yes, everything depends on the arrangements of the leader!"

Although she looks charming and speaks softly, once she asks for things, she has a sense of majesty, which makes people not underestimate her just because she is a daughter.

Yun Wuer and Jiang Mingyue, whom Yang Xian saw, can be regarded as leaders of the same faction, but Jiang Mingyue is heroic and is as good as a man. He acts by any means in his goal, acts decisively and decisively, but Yun Wuer is soft and weak, looking like a young lady who never leaves the door, but in essence he is very independent.

Both of these women are not simple.

After the meeting between the two sides, Yun Wu'er ordered someone to take Yang Xian to the guest room to rest, but kept Huang Zongji.

After Yang Xian walked away, Yun Wuer asked Huang Zongji softly: "Senior brother, what is the origin of this Young Master Yang?"

Huang Zongji said: "He said he was a scholar who traveled all over the world by his master's order!"

"Scholars?"

Yun Wuer smiled and said, "The Confucians love purity the most. There are still barefoot and banyan scholars in the world?"

Huang Zongji smiled bitterly and said, "I asked him about his origin, and that's how he answered me."

Yun Wuer was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "He can't be really a disciple of the Confucian school?"

Before Huang Zongji could answer, Yun Wuer laughed, "Okay, let's not joke anymore. Senior brother, I can't see through this person. Don't have any trouble in my Songshan then."

Huang Zongji promised: "It shouldn't be possible. With this person's means, he was just trying to be unfavorable to me, Songshan, so there was no need to make any conspiracy."

He immediately told Yun Wuer about Yang Xian's sighting of He Yunhe.

Yun Wuer was shocked, "I hit He Yunhe with his eyes alone and vomited blood? What kind of method is this? Senior brother, are you sure you are not joking?"

Huang Zongji said: "This matter is absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes."

Yun Wuer was speechless and murmured: "This is already a rumored method. Who is this Yang Xian?"

Huang Zongji whispered: "Scholars!"

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Yang Xian was settled in a small yard, which was deep in the pine forest, and a stream flowed by it, which was very quiet and pleasant.

On the evening, Yun Wuer held a banquet and introduced all the elders and disciples in the sect to Yang Xian. During this period, several elders in the sect saw that Yun Wuer valued Yang Xian very much, and they were a little dissatisfied.

In this way, Yang Xian lived in Songshan. The scenery of Songshan is beautiful and there are white cranes back and forth, which is a good place to stay.

During this period, Huang Xiaomin had looked for him several times and invited him to go to the back mountain to play. He wanted Yang Xian to help her catch a few white cranes for her to ride. Yang Xian couldn't persuade her and helped her tame one. Huang Xiaomin was extremely happy and rode a crane every day, which made many disciples of Songshan envious.

After a few days, Songshan gradually became lively. Many people from nearby sects gathered in Songshan to witness the battle between the three sects of Feihe Sect.

On that day, Yang Xian was sitting by the stream and letting the flowing water wash his feet. Suddenly, a bell rang, and eighteen sounds were heard. The bells were melodious and spread throughout Songshan.

The battle has begun!

Yang Xian has no interest in watching these fights.

This battle is as if nothing unexpected happens. Yun Wuer is capable of overwhelming the other two sect leaders and becomes the winner.

Yang Xian just waited for the battle to end and revealed his identity and asked Feihemen to find out the origin of the puppet corpse at the foot of the mountain.

Just as he was thinking, Yang Xian moved his ears, frowned slightly, and stood up and walked towards the mountain on the left.

In Songhe Hall, Yun Wuer looked at a middle-aged man in white opposite, holding a long sword, "Senior, I won all these three battles. The leader of Feihe Sect is mine. Why do you disagree?"

The middle-aged man in white opposite had a long and narrow face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his folding fan was gently shaking. Every time he shook, Yun Wu'er's body shook, and he was locked by this person with his energy like a puppet that he could not break free.

"Master Yun Sect, although you have defeated the sect leader of my Shenhe Sect, you have not yet competed with me, so how can you call yourself the sect leader?"

The folding fan in the middle-aged man shook slowly, "Only those who overwhelm the disciples of the third sect are qualified to be respected as the leader. I wonder if what I said is right?"

Yun Wu'er's face changed, "You are not a member of Shenhe Sect at all. What qualifications do you have to interfere in our own affairs?"

The middle-aged man laughed: "Am I a descendant of the Shenhe Sect? Do you still want you to say?"

The folding fan in his hand suddenly put away, Yun Wuer's body shook and staggered backwards.

The middle-aged man looked Yunwuer up and down and exclaimed, "Okay, good qualifications! Fortunately, I went up the mountain to watch the battle today and encountered such a good furnace and cauldron."

As he spoke, his body flashed and he had already reached Yun Wu'er's side. He pointed his hand at Yun Wu'er's face and touched him, "Beauty, how about you going down the mountain with me?"

At this time, nearly a hundred people watched the battle in Songhe Hall. Seeing that Yun Wuer had defeated the two sect masters and had become the new sect master of Feihe Sect, the man in white who followed the sect master of Shenhe Sect was fucked. Not only did he not recognize Yun Wuer's identity as the sect master, he also humiliated Yun Wuer in public. For a moment, everyone started to clamor.

A big man stood up and said angrily: "Your grandma, you are amazing if you have high skills? Everyone is witnessing this competition, you fucking..."

"Bang!"

Before the big man could finish his sentence, his body suddenly shook, and there was a big hole in his chest at some point.

The man in white took back his palm, glanced at everyone, and said Lei Ran: "Who else is not convinced?"
Chapter completed!