Chapter 855

Won?

All the Ming wangzong, from the grandfather to the attendants, did not expect such an outcome.

The seven elders won. Without much effort, they broke the Sirius and cut it. Then they didn't know what means they used to let the four elders take the initiative to walk down the mingwangtai.

It's too simple.

Not to mention the disciples below couldn't believe it. Even the superior grandfather stared and couldn't speak for a long time.

The fifth man opened his mouth, turned into a remnant and swept onto the Ming King's platform. He grabbed the seventh man's arm, raised it high, and shouted, "the seven elders won this duel!"

The audience reacted and roared like thunder.

"Seven elders!"

"Seven elders!"

"Seven elders!"

The cry went on for a long time.

The disciples' idea is very simple. The four elders won, and it was an unexpected way for them to win, which is worth cheering.

As for the top, I don't think so.

As soon as the sixth man picked up the fourth, he was pushed away by the fourth: "I'm fine. I'll see my grandfather!"

He's really fine. Lao Qi just broke his move and made him fall into illusion. As for his physical injury, it's not even as serious as Lao Qi.

"Grandpa."

The fourth found the old man, lowered his head, and was ashamed to look up.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was obvious, unconvinced, and wanted to seek justice from his grandfather, or to compete again.

The grandfather said lightly, "it has been the case since ancient times that you become a king and defeat an enemy. How do you want me to be selfish when Lao Qi defeats you in front of the whole clan? Even if I promise, will others promise?"

"But..."

"You lost!" Grandpa's eyes were cold for a moment.

The fourth man shrunk his neck and didn't dare to say anything.

Grandpa Leng hum: "go down!"

Old four took a deep breath and left with old six indignation.

The departure of old four and old six is not only as simple as leaving, but also represents that their faction has lost its qualification in this power struggle.

"The seventh won. What do you think of the third?" asked the grandfather.

The old three's eyes never left the figure on the Ming King's stage. Somehow, the more he looked at the old seven, the more he felt like a person, a guy who drank tea and slept in mulberry ghost town.

"Old three?"

Seeing that he didn't reply, Grandpa asked again.

The third returned to God and said, "the fourth lost. According to the agreement, he is qualified to sit in that position!"

"The fourth won, but you haven't lost yet." Grandpa opened his mouth and said something.

The third man looked at his grandfather.

At this moment, he finally understood that his grandfather didn't like Lao Qi, and even planned to take back his decision to ban his feet and let him challenge Lao Qi.

But

The third thought of the man in the ghost town and the scene that the other party had worked hard to promote. If he was destroyed by himself, what consequences would he call?

I didn't even count that his trump card was Lao Qi. Who can guarantee to deal with such a person except the prime minister?

For a position you don't want to get at all, is it really wise to make friends with a time bomb that knows your roots?

Countless thoughts flickered in the old three's heart.

"Half of the responsibility for my brother's death lies with me. Even if my grandfather gives me a chance, I don't have the face to compete. What's more..." the third laughed at himself. "Now I'm not necessarily the opponent of the seventh."

The grandfather was silent for a moment and said, "where's the fifth? Does he have any thoughts?"

The third couldn't help saying, "Grandpa, the seventh master's mind is the best to use. His strength is one of the best among the brothers. He is the best person to sit in this position. Why bother him?"

Grandpa shook his head slightly.

In his heart, he always believed that the second child was the best candidate, which was also in line with the orthodoxy of sequential inheritance. The current selection of suzerain was nothing more than a temporary transition.

The seventh is too good to be controlled by the fourth. Once you sit in the position of the patriarch for a long time and return to your heart, even the grandfather has no reason to ask for a change.

He couldn't say these words clearly, but the third man was a smart man and vaguely guessed what grandpa thought.

At this moment, the third couldn't help feeling that it was the old man who always looked at the rules more important than anything.

But he is also willing to do so. Zheng Feiyue doesn't want to be too proud of his grandfather's trip to Lao Qi.

Dong!

The fifth man jumped down from the challenge arena and excitedly came to the old man. He said excitedly, "Grandpa, since the victory or defeat has been divided, please announce the result quickly."

"Old five, I'm more happy to see you busy than to be the patriarch." the old man smiled.

The fifth man smiled: "the seventh saved my life. I admire the eight brothers most, except the eldest brother and the third brother. He has a good brain. It's good to sit in this position."

"What about the dick?" the old man asked.

"The second brother is both wise and brave, but he is too careful. The brothers are willing to follow him wholeheartedly. We don't accept him!"

Old five is also a straight hearted man. He can say whatever he has.

The third stared: "what are you talking about in front of your grandfather?"

"Tell the truth." the fifth brother was stared at by the third brother. He was a little wronged. He turned to his grandfather and smiled, "the seventh is still standing on the stage..."

The old man shook his head and got up and walked to the Ming King's platform.

The crowd separated automatically. The disciples didn't know much about the old man. They only knew that he was the ancestor and guarded the emperor of the Ming Dynasty for thousands of years.

The old man jumped onto the stage and looked at old seven.

It's not polite for Lao Qi to look straight at his grandfather without dodging.

"I know you have resentment in your heart. You should have been angry before the boss broke you into the tomb." the old man said faintly.

"So I'm standing here today to take back all I've lost!" old seven said flatly.

There was a noise under the stage.

Seven the counterattack as like as two peas in the novels of Xian online.

Cool!

The old man nodded slightly and asked, "the boss is dead. You are blessed with misfortune. You understand the real mystery of the star power. Let the past pass. Agree?"

Old seven: "agree."

"I can give you the important task of the sect leader, which you strive for for yourself, but how can you prove that I have no trust? How can you live up to their trust, tens of thousands of disciples of the Ming Wang sect?"

The old man asked, with a serious look and a low voice, but it rang through everyone's ears.

The scene quieted down.

Countless eyes fell on Wang Po, hoping that he could give a satisfactory answer to everyone.

Lao Qi didn't disappoint everyone. He roared, "tell my grandfather that I will personally catch Wang Po back to my sect to comfort my brother's spirit in heaven!"

There was a flash in the old man's eyes: "how long do you intend to fulfill your promise?"

"Three years at most!" Lao Qi's voice was resolute. "If I fail to arrest Wang Po and return to the mountain within the three-year period, I will automatically give up the position of the patriarch!"

Three years, for a monk, is just a few times of seclusion. It's really a long time.

The old man nodded slowly and turned to the people under the stage: "I declare that the seven elders are the new leader of the Ming king! If you can't get the king back within three years, you will leave office automatically!"

Tens of thousands of people knelt down under the stage, and the sound shook the sky.

"See the patriarch!"

"See the patriarch!"

"See the patriarch!"