Ye Qingluo could clearly feel it.
This elder of the sect is extremely disdainful to her.
Thinking of the attitude of the ancestors and the elders of the sect, Ye Qingluo was not surprised.
It doesn't matter if they like her or not, or what their attitude is towards her.
"Young Sect Master, please step forward and raise smoke to worship the sky!"
To raise smoke is to light incense and perform prostration.
Ye Qingluo stood in front of the altar without moving.
The elders of the sect had already stuffed three sticks of incense into Ye Qingluo's fingers.
Immediately, he reached out and pressed Ye Qingluo's shoulder, trying to force her to bow down.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, and narrowed her eyes in displeasure when the elders of the sect started to do it.
He was about to grab the wrist of the sect elder with his backhand.
Suddenly, there was a huge "bang" sound.
Descending from the sky, a majestic profound force came straight in the direction of Ye Qingluo.
The sect elders reacted quickly.
On the occasion of realizing the profound strength.
Immediately let go of Ye Qingluo's shoulder, and quickly backed away to avoid the attack of Xuanqi.
"Damn old man!"
Ye Qingluo cursed secretly in her heart, and twitched the corner of her mouth with a sneer.
With a movement of her five fingers, the Flame Devouring Fan unfolded at her fingertips.
A raging hurricane burst out from the Flame Devouring Fan.
Collided with the offensive of that mysterious energy.
With a loud "bang", Ye Qingluo directly crushed the attacking profound energy back with overwhelming force.
"ah-"
There was a scream.
A figure fell from the sky.
By the power of Ye Qingluo's hurricane, as well as his own strength.
The man was still alive, when he hit the ground, he suddenly turned over, stabilized his figure, and half-kneeled on the ground.
A mouthful of blood sprayed out of his mouth.
"Second young master!"
The woman's unbelievable exclamation came from the high platform, and immediately saw Beiming staggered forward, kneeling beside the person who attacked Ye Qingluo.
That person is none other than someone else.
It is Ye Fengru who should be imprisoned in the palace dungeon at this time!
Beiming held Ye Fengru's hand, and cried out in fright: "Second young master, why...why did you do this? Today is Miss Seven's succession ceremony, how can you... how can you..."
Beiming's palm warmed Ye Fengru's cold hand.
He stared at Ye Qingluo with hatred in his eyes, and slowly moved to Bei Mingshi.
He recognized Beiming.
The expression on his face softened a bit.
The hostility in his eyes also faded a bit.
"Mother..." Ye Fengru whispered a word in a hoarse voice.
Beiming immediately burst into tears.
In a big family.
As a concubine, she is not qualified to call the young master by his name, even if the young master is her own son who came out of her belly.
And her son can't call her mother in front of others.
Now, hearing the sound of "Mother", Beiming's heart throbbed fiercely.
She held Ye Fengru's hand tightly, and said with a choked voice: "Son, listen to your mother's persuasion, don't...don't think about avenging Miss Zi anymore."
Mention the word "Purple Girl".
Ye Fengru's whole body froze, and suddenly his clear eyes were once again stained with madness.
He slammed the Beiming family away, stood up, and stared ferociously at Ye Qingluo: "Ye Qingluo, you are not qualified to inherit the position of suzerain, come down from the altar!"
"Son! You..." Beiming still wanted to rush forward.
Ye Qingluo's footsteps immediately moved, moved to Beimingshi's side, and grabbed her arm: "Ye Fengru's condition is not right, don't go over, it may hurt you."
Beiming was stunned, tears rolling down: "Miss Seven, please save him... Please save him..."