Chapter 2192

Jiannan mountain was so angry that his beard curled up.

He wanted to slap it.

Over the years, he took charge of the sword Pavilion and was respected by thousands of people. No one dared to offend him.

It's a good thing for this guy. He not only let him personally send his son to the back mountain rock wall to think about it, but also let himself get hurt by the leader. Now he dares to offend himself. He just doesn't know whether to live or die.

"How dare I laugh at the sword Pavilion master? Aren't you afraid of losing your life?" Ye Xiong rolled his eyes and said, "as the leader said just now, being the leader of the pavilion does not necessarily depend on strength. There are many friars around the venerable. Although their strength is not strong, they can be reused. Now you doubt that I can't be the leader of the pavilion. Don't you take what the leader just said to heart? "

This sentence, like a sharp sword, pierced the heart of Jiannan mountain, leaving him speechless.

Just now, Nangong Han just said such a thing.

"Headmaster, listen, this guy is immoral and incompetent. He is glib and tries to alienate himself. If such a person continues to stay in the Changsheng sect, it will only disgrace the Changsheng sect. Now the disciples outside are talking about letting a later monk of the golden elixir be the leader of the cabinet. Many people are dissatisfied with it. How can we convince the public if it goes on like this?" Jiannan mountain angrily said.

"Sword Pavilion leader, you'd better sit down and talk. You're condescending to the leader. Others don't know. They think you're the leader!" Ye Xiong said strangely.

"Smelly boy, try to stir up discord. I'll give you up." Jiannan mountain is very angry and wants to fight.

"Nanshan, sit down."

"Headmaster..."

"I'll let you sit down, do you hear me?" Nangong Han's voice became cold and shouted, "do you still have me in your eyes?"

This roar frightened everyone and dared not speak.

From these words, everyone knew that Nangong was angry.

Jiannanshan found that he was too excited and quickly sat down to apologize: "headmaster, I was just excited and didn't mean anything else. Don't listen to this boy's nonsense."

"Nanshan, you are the master of the old Pavilion. You have been in charge of the sword Pavilion for hundreds of years. You haven't seen any big storms. Why can't you suppress your emotions?"

"What we have a meeting for is to make suggestions. Everyone has the right to speak. You can't use momentum to suppress because you are an old man and others are new people. If you hold a meeting, you won't even dare to say anything. What else will you hold?"

"The leader is right."

"Although Jiangnan is only the later cultivation of the golden elixir, he can break the sword meaning of the Tiandao Pavilion. Naturally, he is superior. Now it's only a month, you question people's ability. What can you do in a month?"

Jiannan mountain was speechless and stared at Ye Xiong fiercely.

Nangong Han's eyes fell on Ye Xiong and continued to ask, "Jiangnan, do you have anything else to say?"

Ye Xiong looked at Nangong Han and saw that in his eyes, instead of blaming, he appreciated it a little.

It is said by disciples outside that hundreds of years ago, before the former leader of Changsheng sect rose, two candidates were considered to succeed, one was Nangong Han, the other was Jiannan mountain, but later chose Nangong Han.

In terms of strength, Jiannan mountain and Nangong Han are between Bozhong. Jiannan mountain can't be the leader. It's strange that there is no resentment in his heart.

I'm afraid Jiannan mountain dreams that one day he can take down the position of leader of Nangong Han and become him.

In private, they don't know how much resentment they have. They fight openly and secretly. They don't know how much.

Typical global workplace rules, such as the relationship between manager and general manager.

Jiannan mountain is in the Changsheng sect. No one dares to resist him, regardless of strength or status, unless one doesn't die.

Now there is Ye Xiong, such a lengtouqing, standing up. Nangong Han is too happy. It's best to borrow Ye Xiong's arrogance of killing sword Nanshan, so he appreciates Ye Xiong's practice very much.

"Headmaster, I really have a request to make."

"You say."

"The Tiandao pavilion has been restarted. The selection of disciples has ended. The next election will be three years later. It will take too long, so I hope the headmaster can allow the Tiandao pavilion to recruit disciples every day without time limit." Ye Xiong said.

"This proposal is OK. I agreed." Nangong cold road.

"There should still be many disciples who haven't completely left. Lord Jiang can relax now. Maybe he can recruit many disciples. Of course, the quality of this disciple may be uncertain. After all, they all lost the election." Gu Wenbai, the Lord of the divine power cabinet, laughed.

"As I said just now, it's better to lack than abuse."

"Then I'll have a good look. What disciples can the sword Pavilion recruit." Jiannan mountain Leng hum.

"By the way, I have to report something to the headmaster. Zhuo Wushuang is joining me now. I want to ask whether it meets the regulations. If not, I can let him leave." Asked Ye Xiong.

As soon as he said this, the whole audience was in an uproar and changed color.

"What do you mean, the sword is unparalleled and joins the Tiandao pavilion?" Jiannanshan could hardly believe his ears.

Zhuo Wushuang is the eighth son of the master of kendo. He has a special liking for the Changsheng sect. He must come to the disciple selection every three years, but he is only interested in the Tiandao Pavilion, and the other pavilions are not interested at all. Jiannan mountain has visited Jiannan mountain countless times. He hopes Zhuo Wushuang can join Jiange. He can also take advantage of the line of the eighth prince to climb up the master of kendo, but he didn't expect to let Ye Xiong pick up a bargain“ I don't want to recruit him. He just wants to come in, and I can't help it. " Ye Xiong shrugged. Slap on the face, this is really a naked slap on the face! Jiannan mountain desperately wants someone, but he likes it or not. This attitude makes Jiannan mountain spit blood“ Headmaster, Zhuo has unparalleled talent and is one of the best cultivation talents. I'm afraid he will be mistaken when he enters the Tiandao Pavilion. At that time, his cultivation will not improve. The venerable will blame him. Our immortal sect will have trouble. Headmaster, think twice! "“ I agree, master, think twice. " Jiang Zhiwei nodded in agreement. Ye Xiong looked at Jiang Zhiwei and saw that he was the follower of Jiannan mountain. He agreed with what Jiannan mountain said. An old slick without principles. On the contrary, Gu Wenbai, Yu Fengxian and Jiang Wanzi didn't talk much“ Well, I have to ask the venerable. Zhuo Wushuang is one of his most proud princes, and I dare not make a decision without authorization. Well, Jiangnan, I'll contact the venerable later and tell you. " Nangong Han said. Next, the meeting continued, but it was neither salty nor light, and there was no atmosphere. The meeting lasted for an hour before it finally broke up. Ye Xiong returned to Tiandao Pavilion and began to consider recruiting disciples. Originally, he didn't want to take care of anything. He wanted to stay here well, even if there was no disciple. As long as he could come into the spiritual realm to practice, but after this meeting, he found that he was like sailing against the current, and he would retreat if he didn't advance. Jiannan mountain is very aggressive. He is always trying to bring him down. If he doesn't try to be strong, he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself“ Everyone thought I was incompetent, so I trained a group of talented disciples to show you. " Ye Xiong scolded. At this time, suddenly a figure outside came in. It was Nangong Han“ The headmaster's presence is welcome. " Ye Xiong hurriedly greeted him“ I asked the venerable just now. He said that the eighth Prince is a free man. He decides what to do. He won't interfere. " Nangong Han smiled and encouraged, "Jiangnan, do well. I'm optimistic about you." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.