Everyone in the Zhenbei Hall, under the leadership of the two elders Feng and Yao, welcomed the new leader of the Zhenbei Hall.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe falling from the sky and slowly coming to the front of everyone.
"From today on, you are all my subordinates." As soon as the middle-aged man in purple robe appeared, he put his hands behind his back and said to everyone in a dignified manner.
However, when everyone present heard his words, they all felt a little disgusted in their hearts. Not to mention the identity of this middle-aged man in purple robe, even if you are the new leader of Zhenbei Palace, what does it mean to show off your power now? Do you want to give us, the old people of Zhenbeidian, a slap in the face
"Meet the Palace Master." Feng and Yao saluted first, and then all the alchemists from the Zhenbei Palace saluted the middle-aged man in purple robes in unison, but their voices seemed not very neat, and even more feeble. Feel.
The middle-aged man in purple robe glanced at everyone and snorted coldly: "Now that I am here, everything about the previous palace master must completely disappear, otherwise my coming here will have no meaning."
Hearing this, some people knew clearly that they were trying to establish their authority. After all, they had just come to take over as the palace master. If they didn't establish their authority, it would be difficult to take root here.
"I, Wu Zhong, was once the master of the Zhenshui Palace, and also served at the top of the Dan League. Some of you may have heard of me, and many may not know me, but after today, you will know that I am What kind of person." Wu Zhong said coldly.
"Palace Master Wu, you have come all the way, and we have prepared a reception banquet for you." Elder Feng stepped forward and said, with a somewhat respectful look on his face, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of insidiousness that was difficult to detect.
Wu Zhong glanced at Elder Feng and said, "There is no need to rush to receive the wind banquet, but I heard that there is a person in Zhenbei Hall named Fang Lin, who is the direct disciple of the previous hall master. Is there such a person?"
After hearing this, many people looked at Fang Lin in the crowd, while Fang Lin himself looked calm but sneered in his heart.
Just as Fang Lin expected, the new palace master was not just here to take over the Zhenbei Palace, but he was probably here to target himself.
At that moment, Fang Lin came out of the crowd, came closer, and saluted Wu Zhong with cupped fists: "Junior Fang Lin, I have met Palace Master Wu."
Wu Zhong looked down at Fang Lin indifferently: "Are you Fang Lin?"
Fang Lin nodded: "That's right, junior."
There was a hint of contempt at the corner of Wu Zhong's mouth: "Very good, but since you are the direct disciple of the previous Zhenbei Palace Master, then when you come to me, you are no longer a direct disciple. Do you have any objection to me stripping you of your identity?" "
As soon as these words came out, many people present looked surprised. Obviously they did not expect that Wu Zhong would be so direct and deprive Fang Lin of his status as the heir of the palace master. This was already a very obvious intention.
Many people showed anger. Fang Lin was Ye Mengxian's disciple, and Ye Mengxian had just left not long ago. Wu Zhong deprived Fang Lin of his identity as soon as he took office, which was simply a deliberate attempt to suppress Fang Lin.
Fang Lin looked as normal, showing no signs of anger or unwillingness at all because of his identity being deprived, and seemed quite calm.
"Junior has no objections," Fang Lin said.
When Wu Zhong heard this, he looked at Fang Lin's calm expression and was surprised. He originally thought that Fang Lin would at least show dissatisfaction, but he didn't expect that this boy would be so calm.
But Wu Zhong didn't care if Fang Lin was really calm. He came here to suppress Fang Lin step by step and drive Fang Lin out of Zhenbei Palace.
At that moment, Wu Zhong took back Fang Lin's palace master's heir token.
Later, a group of people went to the reception banquet. Wu Zhong was in high spirits and seemed to be in a good mood. There was no condescension in his conversation as before.
Feng and Yao kept talking to him, seemingly cordial.
At the reception banquet, Wu Zhong sat in the main seat and drank with several elders from the Zhenbei Hall. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
"Master Wu, I would like to propose a toast to you." Fang Lin stood up, held the wine glass, and came to Wu Zhong to toast him.
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhong turned a blind eye and continued talking to Elder Yao, as if he didn't hear Fang Lin's voice at all.
This scene made many people dissatisfied.
"Master Wu, Fang Lin is toasting to you." Elder Feng reminded.
Wu Zhong frowned and looked at Fang Lin with some dissatisfaction, but still managed a faint smile.
"This junior respects Palace Master Wu." Fang Lin said, showing respect and seeming to keep his posture very low.
Wu Zhong hummed slightly, his attitude was very cold, but he also picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass.
When Wu Zhong drank the glass of wine, a coldness flashed across Fang Lin's eyes, and the original respectful look disappeared completely in an instant.
Throwing the wine glass in his hand to the ground, Fang Lin looked at Wu Zhong indifferently.
The sound of the wine glass falling to the ground was clear and harsh, and the entire Jie Feng Banquet suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
Wu Zhong was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Fang Lin would suddenly change his face. He was so angry that he shouted: "Fang Lin! It's your first day here. How dare you be so presumptuous?"
Fang Lin smiled softly and ignored Wu Zhong. He turned around and walked step by step to the throne of the palace master.
Everyone looked at Fang Lin, most of them with strange expressions. They seemed to have known that such a scene would happen for a long time. Some people were shocked, obviously not knowing that such a thing would happen at the Jie Feng Banquet.
Feng and Yao also stood up, without looking at Wu Zhong, and stood indifferently on both sides of the palace master's throne, as if they were two door gods.
Fang Lin, as for Shi Shiran, sat on the throne of the palace master.
"Bold!" Wu Zhong was furious. That was his throne, and now Fang Lin was actually sitting on it. How could he bear this
Fang Lin sat on the throne of the palace master very naturally, holding his head with one hand, his posture seemed a bit lazy and a bit casual.
"Wu Zhong, who do you think is bold?" Fang Lin said with a half-smile.
Wu Zhong's face was extremely gloomy. Even if he reacted slowly, he still noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
"Do you know what you are doing?" Wu Zhong said in a solemn tone, and the aura of a spiritual bone expert could not help but permeate the air.
Everyone present retreated one after another. Those who were still looking confused were immediately pulled away by the people around them.
But all the elders and deacons of Zhenbei Hall stood here with Fang Lin, looking at Wu Zhong with hostile expressions.
Wu Zhong found that there was no one around him and he was completely isolated.
To be precise, Wu Zhong was alone from beginning to end. There was no way he could fit into this huge Zhenbei Hall.
"Dianzhu Wu, there is something I have to tell you, but don't be angry after hearing this." Fang Lin said with a smile. (.)