"Tsk, this is the so-called elder of the sect. I have learned a lot today."
"If you've lived for hundreds of years, you're only in the Profound Sky Realm. Our boss Qingluo has only cultivated for a few months, and he's already in the Profound Sky Realm. It's no wonder that this old man is jealous of us, Boss Qingluo."
"I have lived for hundreds of years by relying on myself, and bullying a junior who has just cultivated, this is the style of the so-called elders of the sect."
"..."
All kinds of mocking and sneering voices sounded from all around.
Representatives of the major forces shook their heads in disgust.
What a humiliation this is to the elders of the sect.
Facing Ye Qingluo's second wave of attacks, he froze.
I can't do anything anymore.
However, there was another wave of voices among the audience.
"The words of the elders of the sect are not unreasonable. Since Ye Qingluo is not a descendant of the Sanquan sect, he has no right to intervene in the affairs of the Sanquan sect."
"Who is the new suzerain of the Sanquan sect, it's not up to Miss Ye Qi...ah no, it should be called... Ye Qingluo, and it's not up to Ye Qingluo to decide."
"Who knows that Ye Qingluo has a close relationship with the eighth young master of the Ye family. If the eighth young master of the Ye family becomes the suzerain of the Sanquan sect, it will actually be the same as Ye Qingluo becoming the suzerain of the Sanquan sect."
"..."
The scene became extremely chaotic for a while.
Due to the gossip of the public.
The elders of the Zongmen could only swallow their anger full of anger.
It never occurred to him.
Representatives of various forces who have always only fought openly and secretly.
To actually work together for Ye Qingluo
Ye Qingluo didn't pay attention to those remarks from the outside world.
She reached out, grabbed Ye Fengyu's wrist, and pulled him to the altar.
"Xiao Yu, worship the heavens."
Ye Qingluo was too lazy to waste time with those people.
The most important thing right now is to let Ye Fengyu go back to Mu's house to recuperate after finishing the succession ceremony.
The injury on Ye Fengyu's body has not healed.
At least another half a month of recuperation is required.
This was the best result after the ghost doctor healed Ye Fengyu.
After a few days of the succession ceremony, I don't know how long Ye Fengyu's willpower can last.
"Presumptuous! Why do you preside over the process of offering sacrifices to the heavens!" the sect elder roared, gnashing his teeth.
On the side, Ye Fengru, who was not far away, roared angrily: "You bastard! Ye Qingluo, you are a bastard! You are exactly the same as that shameless mother of yours, a little bastard born of a bastard! Don't even think about it!" Let Ye Fengyu become the suzerain of Sanquanzong, I will never agree!"
He jumped up suddenly.
It turned into a black afterimage, setting off bursts of air waves, surging in the air.
In the air, Ye Qingluo vaguely smelled a strange smell.
Her expression changed, and two pills quickly popped out from her fingertips.
One slipped into Ye Fengyu's mouth.
One slipped into Xi Jue's mouth.
At the same time, the surrounding audience suddenly fell down one by one.
The air was gradually covered with a layer of black smoke.
"Poison... he poisoned!"
The surrounding audience reacted and immediately covered their mouths and noses.
But, let them not breathe.
That poisonous feeling of powerlessness will still erode their whole bodies.
But the effort of half a stick of incense.
Everyone in the audience fell to the ground or on their seats.
The only ones standing were Ye Qingluo, and Ye Fengyu who sat on Xi Jue's back at some point and crossed into the air.
"You bastard! Today, you can't even fly with your wings!"
Ye Fengru laughed wildly.
In his hand, he held a black bottle.
That cloud of smoke seeped out from the bottle.