Yuchi clutched his chest, opened his mouth, and glared fiercely at his ancestor.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".
Ye Qingluo raised her thin eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "So it's the ancestor, Qingluo was still amazed just now, who released such a powerful force. It is indeed the ancestor, Only the ancestors can release such a powerful, vast and majestic power."
The continuous flattery, the slapping is that the face is not red and the heart is not beating.
The old ancestor's face became more and more gloomy.
She glanced at Ye Qingluo coldly, Ye Qingluo could see the storm in her eyes very clearly.
Ye Qingluo continued to laugh and said, "I'm just going to talk to my ancestors about the suzerain succession ceremony."
"I already know about this matter." The ancestor replied hoarsely, with a cold tone.
Ye Qingluo nodded with a smile: "So, the ancestor's succession ceremony tomorrow will be at the scene."
"Yes, for such a big matter as inheriting the suzerain, as the only elder of the Sanquan sect, I will naturally be there." The old ancestor bit every word with extreme force.
A pair of dark and prey eyes flashed with a sharp cold light.
Ye Qingluo's smile became brighter, and he looked at Yuchi who was lying motionless on the ground, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive: "Just now the second aunt said, old ancestor, you will definitely not participate in the succession ceremony, and said I am not qualified to be the Suzerain of the Three Springs Sect."
She walked towards the old ancestor, showing an aggrieved expression: "Ancestor, I am the young suzerain appointed by my father, am I really not qualified to be the suzerain?"
The ancestor's five fingers holding the cane suddenly tightened.
The back of the dry and thin hand also showed blue veins due to her tightening strength.
Her eyes became more and more sinister, like a sharp knife, which seemed to be able to pierce a person's heart at any time.
Ye Qingluo didn't ask any further questions, but kept an aggrieved expression, waiting for his ancestor's answer.
From the expression of the ancestor, Ye Qingluo could also tell.
Eighty percent of Yuchi's words should be true.
The ones she guessed in her heart were almost the same.
After a long while, the old ancestor raised his chin slightly, and uttered words from between his teeth: "You are the young suzerain of Sanquan sect, that is, the future suzerain of Sanquan sect. If you are not qualified, who is qualified?"
"With the words of the old ancestor, I feel more at ease!" Ye Qingluo grinned, smiling.
A pair of winking eyes, crooked smile, truly seductive.
The old ancestor only felt that bright smile was extremely dazzling.
She clenched her cane tightly again, restraining the restlessness in her heart: "When you are old and old, it is up to you young people to carry out the matter of inheriting the grand ceremony."
As he spoke, he patted the woman beside him: "Master Beiming, I am old and tired."
Beiming's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She raised her head, summoned up her courage, looked at her ancestor, and said in a low voice: "Old ancestor, please allow me to have a word with Miss Seven."
The old ancestor frowned.
Beiming's back was straight, his hands were folded together, and he was extremely nervous.
"Go." After a long silence, the ancestor still agreed.
The ancestors also knew what the Beiming family wanted to do.
With the permission of the ancestor, Beiming's eyes lit up, she immediately turned around, and walked quickly in the direction of Ye Qingluo: "Miss Seven, Miss Seven, I have something to say to you."
Beiming took a few steps and trotted to Ye Qingluo.
The Beiming clan still had a gentle and well-behaved appearance with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.