Looking at the elders of the sect, they were still trying to argue.
Ye Qingluo always had a calm expression on his face, pursing his lips in a half-smile.
That calm look.
It was in stark contrast to the distraught elders of the sect.
Ye Qingluo tilted her head and smiled lightly: "Don't the elders of the sect feel that the excuse of 'being jealous' is too far-fetched? All the guests present can see clearly that I, Ye Qingluo, never thought To inherit the Sanquan sect, from the beginning to the end, today's succession ceremony was created by me for Xiaoyu."
"You were clearly exposed on the spot. You are not a descendant of the Ye family, so the eighth young master came to replace you!" The sect elder roared.
Ye Qingluo snorted coldly: "If I want to be the suzerain of the Sanquan sect, why don't I wear the clothes that my ancestors made for me? Why does Xiaoyu appear here in the costume of the suzerain of the Sanquan sect? ?”
After a pause, she asked back: "Or does the elder of the sect think that I have the ability to predict the future?"
"you… "
The elders of the Zongmen were speechless to refute, and stared at Ye Qingluo with a livid face.
Ye Qingluo put one hand on Ye Fengyu's shoulder.
Her slender body only reached Ye Fengyu's shoulders.
But her aura is extremely powerful.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and the cold smile on the corner of her mouth seemed extremely treacherous.
"Why? Is it possible that the elders of the sect really want to insist that I will know the future?"
When Ye Qingluo said these words, everyone present couldn't stop laughing out loud.
Yes, Ye Qingluo's words made sense.
She didn't wear the suzerain's clothes that the ancestors specially rushed to make.
Obviously, he had no intention of inheriting the suzerain position.
She has been planning for Ye Fengyu from the beginning to the end.
In comparison, it is obvious that the elders of the sect want to control the power of the Sanquan sect.
Obviously the elder of the sect, full of ambitions.
"You...you siblings colluded on purpose! Who doesn't know that the eighth young master only listens to you? What's the difference between him being the suzerain and you being the suzerain?"
The elders of the sect insisted on biting Ye Qingluo to death.
"He's only fifteen, he hasn't reached the age for the coronation ceremony, and he is not qualified to inherit the position of suzerain!"
The elders of the sect racked their brains, and finally grasped the most important point in the regulations on succession to the suzerain.
A proud smile appeared on his face immediately: "If you are a descendant of the Ye family, relying on your position as the young suzerain, it is reasonable to inherit the suzerain's position in the event of the suzerain's accidental death. However, when the former suzerain was alive , I have no intention of cultivating the eighth young master. If he is allowed to inherit the throne at this age, the future of the Sanquan sect may be... "
He stopped talking.
But everyone understood what he meant by the words he didn't finish.
The ancestor's expression also became dignified.
The elder of the sect stroked his white beard, and looked at Ye Qingluo proudly: "According to the suzerain's succession regulations, Ye Fengyu is not eligible to succeed the suzerain until he is less than twenty years old!"
He thought that after killing all hope of Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo will definitely panic.
But, watching the night clear for a long time.
The corner of Ye Qing's mouth fell, but a strange sneer appeared on the contrary.
The heart of the sect elder trembled.
Could it be that Ye Qingluo has anything left behind
Ye Qingluo put his hands on Ye Fengyu's shoulders, and pushed his body towards the crowd.
"Since you want qualifications, then... I'll show you what real qualifications are."