Chapter 874

Under the leadership of Feng and Yao, the owners of Zhenbei hall welcomed the new Zhenbei hall leader.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe fell from the sky and slowly came to the front of the crowd.

"From today on, you are all under our command." As soon as the purple robed middle-aged man appeared, he carried his hands and said to the crowd with dignity.

However, when everyone heard what he said, they all felt a little disgusted in their hearts, not to mention the identity of the purple robed middle-aged man. Even if you are the new Zhenbei hall Lord, what does it mean to give us, the old people of Zhenbei hall, a blow

"See the Lord." Feng and Yao saluted first, and then all the alchemists in the Zhenbei hall saluted the purple robed middle-aged man in unison, but their voices were not very neat, and they felt a little weak.

The purple robed middle-aged man glanced at the crowd and snorted coldly, "since this seat has come, everything of the previous Temple Lord must completely disappear, otherwise this seat will have no meaning here."

Hearing this, some people knew in their hearts that this was about to establish prestige. After all, they had just come to take over the temple Lord. If they did not establish prestige, it would be difficult to take root here.

"This Wu Zhong, who used to be the Lord of Zhenshui hall, also served in the senior level of Dan League. Some of you may have heard of me, or many of you may not know me, but after today, you will know what kind of person I am." Wu Zhong said coldly.

"Lord Wu, you have come all the way. We have prepared a reception banquet for you." Feng Changlao came forward and said, with a respectful look on his face, but there was a trace of imperceptible insidiousness in the depths of his eyes.

Wu Zhong glanced at Feng Changlao and said, "there's no need to rush to the reception banquet for a while, but I heard that there was a person in the Zhenbei hall, named Fang Lin, who was a disciple of the previous hall Lord. Is there such a person?"

Hearing this, many people looked at Fang Lin in the crowd, while Fang Lin himself looked calm, but his heart was sneering.

Just as Fang Lin expected, the new hall Lord not only came to take over Zhenbei hall, but also came for himself.

At that moment, Fang Lin came out more and more. He came close and saluted Wu Zhong with his fists: "younger Fang Lin, I have seen the Lord of Wu Temple."

Wu Zhong looked down at Fang Lin indifferently, "you are Fang Lin"

Fang Lin nodded, "younger generation is."

Wu Zhong's mouth flashed a trace of contempt: "very good, but since you are the personal disciple of the previous Zhenbei hall Lord, you are not a personal disciple here. I will deprive you of your identity, can you have any objection?"

As soon as this statement came out, many people present were surprised. Obviously, I didn't expect that Wu Zhong would be so direct and deprive Fang Lin of his identity as the heir of the temple Lord. This is already a very obvious intention.

Many people showed anger. Fang Lin was a disciple of Ye Mengxian. Ye Mengxian had just left. Wu Zhong deprived Fang Lin of his identity as soon as he took office, which was simply deliberately suppressing Fang Lin.

Fang Lin looked as usual, without any anger and unwillingness because of being deprived of his identity, and appeared quite calm.

"The younger generation has no objection." Fang Lin said.

Wu Zhong heard the speech and looked at Fang Lin's calm expression. He was surprised. He originally thought that Fang Lin should at least show dissatisfaction, but he didn't expect this son to be so calm.

However, Wu Zhong would not care if Fang Lin was really calm. He came here to suppress Fang Lin step by step and drive Fang Lin out of the Zhenbei hall.

At that moment, Wu Zhong took back the token of Fang Lin's heir to the temple Lord.

Later, the party went to the reception banquet. Wu Zhong was in high spirits. He seemed to be in a good mood, and there was no feeling of superiority between his words.

Feng and Yao kept talking with him, which seemed to be warm.

At the reception banquet, Wu Zhong sat on the main seat, drinking with several elders in the Zhenbei hall, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Lord Wu, I'd like to propose a toast to you, younger generation." Fang Lin stood up, took the wine cup and came to Wu Zhong to toast him.

But Wu Zhong turned a blind eye and continued to talk with Yao Changlao, as if he hadn't heard Fang Lin's voice at all.

This scene made many people dissatisfied.

"Lord Wu, Fang Lin is toasting you." Elder Feng reminded.

Wu Zhong frowned, looking at Fang Lin with some dissatisfaction, but still reluctantly with a faint smile.

"I respect the Lord Wu." Fang Lin said, showing deference, as if he had lowered his posture.

Wu Zhong gently hum, his attitude is very cold, but also picked up the glass and drank the wine in it.

When Wu Zhong drank this glass of wine, Fang Lin's eyes flashed a chill, and his originally respectful expression instantly disappeared.

He threw the wine cup in his hand to the ground, and Fang Lin looked at Wu Zhong indifferently.

The sound of the glass falling to the ground was crisp and harsh, and immediately the whole reception banquet was quiet, and the needle fell.

Wu Zhong was stunned. He didn't expect Fang Lin to suddenly change his face. At that moment, his anger surged up and he shouted, "Fang Lin, how dare you be so presumptuous on your first day here?"

Fang Lin smiled gently, ignoring Wu Zhong, turned around and walked step by step to the throne of the main hall.

Everyone looked at Fang Lin, most of whom looked strange. It seemed that they had long known that there would be such a scene, and some people were stunned. Obviously, they didn't know that such a thing would happen at the reception banquet.

Feng and Yao also stood up without looking at Wu Zhong. They stood indifferently on both sides of the main throne of the hall, as if they were two door gods.

Fang Lin sat on the throne of the Lord of the temple.

"Bold" Wu Zhong was furious. It was his throne. At the moment, Fang Lin actually sat down. How can he bear it

Fang Lin sat on the throne of the main hall very naturally, with one hand supporting his head. His posture seemed a little lazy and a little more casual.

"Wu Zhong, who do you say is bold?" Fang Lin said with a smile.

Wu Zhong's face was extremely gloomy. No matter how slow he reacted, he also noticed that the atmosphere was very wrong.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Wu Zhong said in a sombre tone, and the breath of the strong spirit and bone filled out involuntarily.

Everyone at the scene retreated one after another, and those who were still dazed were immediately pulled away by the people beside them.

All the elders and deacons of the Zhenbei hall stood here in Fang Lin, looking at Wu Zhong with a hostile expression.

Wu Zhong found that there was no one around him and he was completely isolated.

To be exact, Wu Zhong was a person from beginning to end. This huge Zhenbei hall was simply not something he could integrate into.

"Lord Wu, there's something I have to tell you, but don't be angry after listening." Fang Lin said with a smile.