Chapter 280: Choosing the Son

At night, in a grand hall of Hengyue Sect, hundreds of figures were sitting there, all of them being of the same generation as Master Tongxuan, and all of them being the supreme elders of Hengyue Sect.

This is the Hengyue Sect's Presbyterian Church. On weekdays, major matters within the sect are decided only after their deliberation.

On weekdays, every time Hengyuezong's elders meet, the atmosphere will be suppressed in advance, the strong smell of gunpowder will permeate the audience, and almost every time they will blush and thicken their necks.

But today, the atmosphere in the hall of the Presbyterian Church was unusually relaxed, with smiles on almost everyone's faces, as if the important matters they discussed today were not necessary to discuss from the very beginning.

So, the elders of the Supreme Being gathered together today, and the matter discussed is: choose the holy son.

Generally speaking, like the three sects, the disciple with the highest cultivation level in the sect will be named holy son, and the status is higher than the status of the nine great true inheritances in the sect, or even the status of ordinary elders.

Naturally, since it is the Holy Son, it is a matter of course that he will be the next headmaster of the sect, which is a bit like the prince in the mortal kingdom.

"Let Yin Zhiping be my holy son of Hengyue, no one should object!" Above, Master Tongxuan looked around with a smile, and the tone between the lines was full of irresistible majesty.

"That's natural." As soon as Master Tongxuan finished speaking, a white-haired old man stroked his beard with a smile.

"The host who is 90% compatible, let him be the host, he deserves it." A white-haired old woman nodded.

"There's no need to discuss this at all!" Another Taishang elder spread his hands, "It's a sure thing!"

"Master, uncles and uncles, Dingtian has something to say." Just as the elders nodded, Yang Dingtian, who was sitting at the bottom, spoke up, interrupting everyone's voices.

"Oh?" Master Tongxuan gently stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You are Hengyue's headmaster, just say something."

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, "I don't agree with Yin Zhiping being a holy son."

As soon as these words came out, Master Tongxuan, who was still smiling just a moment ago, his face sank involuntarily. Not only him, but more than 90% of the Supreme Elders in the hall could not help but frown slightly.

"You don't agree with Yin Zhiping being the Holy Son?" Master Tongxuan looked down at Yang Dingtian with his eyes slightly narrowed. He was the ancestor of Hengyue. His face was naturally ugly.

"Yes." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath again.

"That's the host of 90% compatibility." Master Tongxuan snorted coldly, "His potential is so huge, it is the future of my Hengyue, and with him, I can keep my Hengyue intact for nine hundred years. If he is not qualified to be a holy son, then you can tell me who else in Hengyue can be a holy son."

"Master, being a holy son requires not only strength, but also vision, mind and courage." Yang Dingtian opened his mouth, looking up and looking directly at Master Tongxuan under strong pressure, "And these three points, that Yin Zhiping Compared to him, Tu'er thinks Ye Chen from Jade Girl Peak is more suitable."

"Ye Chen, can he be compared with a host who is 90% compatible?" Master Tongxuan sneered, with an angry look on his face, "I'm a little suspicious of your vision now, no matter how amazing a disciple is, he can compare Have you got the host?"

"How powerful is the complete Taixu ancient dragon soul, wasn't it still cut into three by the ancestor Xuanchen in the past?" Yang Dingtian still looked directly at Master Tongxuan, "The Taixu ancient dragon soul is powerful, but it is not impossible to compete. It can't be the decisive factor in conferring the throne of the Son."

"Yang Dingtian.

" Master Tongxuan shouted abruptly, and got up from his seat, "How dare you compare Ye Chen with the ancestor. "

"I don't dare." Yang Dingtian said hurriedly, "I'm just stating the fact that Ye Chen can break the legend of Xuanling's invincibility, and his potential and talent are no weaker than a 90% compatible host."

"What do you know?" Being contradicted one after another, Master Tongxuan snorted coldly, "The balance of the three sects is entirely maintained by the ancient dragon soul of Taixu. If Ye Chen is the holy son, can he guard the future Hengyue? He Did you protect Hengyue? Do you still need me to teach you such a simple truth?"

"What Senior Brother Tongxuan said is very true." A Supreme Elder stroked his beard, "The host with a 90% degree of fit is infinitely close to a perfect fit. It is an existence that defies the sky. Dingtian, you are really short-sighted this time."

"I also agree with Senior Brother Tongxuan's point of view." One of the senior elders said, "No matter how amazing Ye Chen is, he will never reach the height of Xuanchen's ancestor, a host who is 90% compatible, he is incomparable. ." 噺⒏⑴The full text of the text is the fastest んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/

"I agree too." Another Taishang elder pondered, "Let Ye Chen be the holy son, and put the host where, I am afraid that if this matter spreads, the outside world will laugh out loud!"

"This statement is reasonable. The host should be the holy son, as it should be."

"Dingtian, you have to plan for the long-term, and you have to understand the existence of a 90% compatible host."

Since Master Tongxuan said it, the voices in the hall rose one after another, and finally formed a tide. Nearly more than 90% of the Supreme Elders supported Yin Zhiping's rise to the throne, not Ye Chen.

Such an overwhelming situation made the figure of Yang Dingtian below look a little thin. Although he is Hengyue's head teacher, although he has the right to speak, he is only one person after all. Facing this situation, there is nothing he can do.

Why!

Yang Dingtian sighed in his heart, he never felt as helpless as this time. starter

I don't know when, the voice in the hall disappeared.

Above, Master Tongxuan looked down at Yang Dingtian below with a gloomy expression, "Almost everyone supports the host, what else do you have to say."

"Since Shizun and all the uncles and uncles support Yin Zhiping, then Dingtian naturally has nothing to say." Yang Dingtian's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked directly at Master Tongxuan, "But Shizun, I still don't think Yin Zhiping is a The best candidate, time will tell, who is the one who will protect Hengyue in the future."

"You don't need to teach me." Master Tongxuan snorted coldly, "I will train the host myself when he leaves the customs. As for you, go back and reflect on yourself! I am very disappointed with you as a teacher."

"So, Dingtian retire." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath, bowed his hands, then turned around and strode out of the hall.

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Hengyue Zongdi Palace.

Yin Zhiping, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes slightly, his eyes flashed with tyrannical and bloodthirsty light, the corners of his mouth were soaked in a playful and playful smile, and his face was a bit hideous.

"Do you know why I chose you?" A faint voice seemed to sound in his mind.

"Why."

"Because, you have the heart of a devil."