Chapter 2000

Wei Chi covered his chest, opened his mouth, and glared at his ancestors.

Just a mouth, "wow" a sound, spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Night Qing raised her eyebrows and raised a smile at the corner of her mouth. She said, "it's the old ancestor. Qingluo is still marveling. Who released such a powerful force. It is worthy of being the ancestor. Only the ancestor can release such a powerful, vast and magnificent force. "

A series of flattery, flatter is the face is not red heart do not jump.

The old ancestor's face, more and more gloomy.

She looked coldly at the night, the storm that rolled under her eyes, and the night was very clear.

Night Qingluo continued to smile: "I just want to find the old ancestor, talk about the matter of the Lord inheriting the grand ceremony."

"I already know about it." The old ancestor's hoarse reply was cold.

The night clear falls to smile to nod: "therefore, the ancestor's inheritance ceremony tomorrow, will arrive at the scene."

"Yes, inheriting such a big matter as the patriarch, as the only elder of Sanquan sect, I will naturally be present." Every word of the old ancestor, biting extremely hard.

A pair of sinister eyes, flashing sharp cold.

Ye Qingluo's smile became more and more brilliant. She looked at her eyes and lay on the ground motionless. She didn't know whether she was dead or alive. "Just now the second aunt also said that you would not take part in the inheritance ceremony, and said that I was not qualified to be the leader of Sanquan sect."

She walked towards the old patriarch, showing a look of grievance: "Laozu Zong, I am the younger patriarch appointed by my father. Am I really not qualified to be the patriarch?"

The five fingers of the ancestor holding the crutch suddenly tightened.

The withered back of her hand, also because of her tightening strength, emerged a root of green veins.

Her eyes, more sinister, like a sharp blade, seems to be able to pierce the heart at any time.

Night Qingluo also did not ask, just maintain a look of grievance, waiting for the answer of the ancestors.

From the look of our ancestors, we can see that the night is clear.

In weichi's words, it should be 80% true.

What she had guessed in her mind was almost the same.

After a long time, the old patriarch raised his chin slightly and jumped out of his teeth one word at a time: "you are the young patriarch of Sanquan sect, that is, the future master of Sanquan sect. If you are not qualified, who is qualified?"

"If there is an old ancestor, I can feel at ease." The night is clear, grinning and blooming.

A pair of eyes, smile curved, is really provocative.

The ancestors only felt that the brilliant smile was extremely dazzling.

She also clenched her crutch and restrained her inner agitation: "when you are old, you young people will play the role of inheriting the grand ceremony."

Said, patted the side of the woman: "Beiming family, old body tired."

Beiming's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She raised her head, plucked up her courage, looked at the old ancestor, and said in a low voice, "Laozu Zong, please allow me to have a word with Miss Qi."

The old ancestor twisted his eyebrows.

Beiming's back was straight and his hands were folded together. He was very nervous.

"Go." After a long silence, the ancestor still answered.

The ancestors also knew what Beiming wanted to do.

With the permission of the old ancestor, Beiming's eyes lit up, and immediately turned around and walked towards the direction of the clear night: "Miss seven, Miss seven, I want to talk to you."

Beiming took a few steps and trotted to the front of the night.

Beiming family is still low browed, gentle and clever appearance.

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