Outside the hall was filled with disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect, from the top masters of each vein to the newly entered disciples of each vein, they stood clearly into twelve rows, which was clearly visible at a glance.

Leng Feiqiong stood on the steps of the hall, with a cold look and a faint expression, like a fairy statue standing.

The disciples looked over curiously, and were both surprised and happy about Leng Feiqiong's appearance, then a little angry and familiar with each other.

Leng Feiqiong had always stood so coldly and arrogantly. They were all familiar with her behavior and words and deeds, familiar with every look of her eyes, and even the tone of her speaking.

When Zhao Qianjun was the head of the sect, they learned to stand on the steps by imitating her, and they all felt awkward.

Now that they saw Leng Feiqiong standing there again, they felt relieved.

This position should indeed be Leng Feiqiong's position, and no one else likes it.

Xu Qingluo and the other two stood not far away.

He opened his mind and looked at the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect outside the hall, estimating their cultivation.

This is just a disciple in Haitian Cliff. Not counting the disciples walking outside. There are only one or two disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect, but there are already thousands of people.

Leng Feiqiong spoke slowly, her voice clear, and she said lightly: "I'm back again, I'm chosen by everyone."

Everyone suddenly started to talk and were surprised.

Leng Feiqiong said: "A year ago, I thought the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect was too tired and annoying. I was trapped in Haitian Cliff for the rest of my life. Trapped in the head's seat was tantamount to going to jail."

Everyone's discussion calmed down and they looked at her.

Leng Feiqiong said: "A life is very short. I don't want to waste it so much, so I chose to get married and went to the palace to become a concubine."

Everyone's faces became gloomy.

Leng Feiqiong shook her head and said, "But after becoming the imperial concubine, I realized that the palace was even more boring and boring, not as good as Haitian Cliff, so I'm back."

Everyone was filled with anger.

Leng Feiqiong said: "But I didn't expect that you would be the head of me first. You know my temperament. You will never be humble and polite."

Everyone started talking again.

They originally thought that this time the election was just a choice within the sect, so they filled in Leng Feiqiong to mock the fact that there is no leader in the sect and there is no real prestige.

This makes the Tianhai Sword Sect too incompetent.

But I never expected that Leng Feiqiong was really back.

This time, the result of their recommendation became true. Leng Feiqiong really became the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect again. It was a huge joke, absurd and ridiculous.

Leng Feiqiong snorted: "What's more, the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect is really not something that ordinary people can do. Zhao Qianjun is already smart, but the result is a mess and a mess!"

Everyone's faces suddenly looked ugly.

This cannot be denied.

Zhao Qianjun's head is really not doing well. The most important thing is that he cannot achieve true fairness and fairness. He always feels guilty and short of breath and cannot get tough, which leads to the loss of balance between the twelve meridians and internal strife.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Since I have become the head sect, I will perform my duties as the head sect. Starting today, I will restore the rules I had previously been the head sect, and all the rules set by Zhao Qianjun will be invalidated."

Her clear eyes turned to the leader of a row: "Elder Huang, did you hear it?"

The middle-aged man in front of him looked handsome, with a jade face and a jade-like figure like a jade tree in the wind. He was tall and slender, smiling and holding his fists: "What does the leader mean?"

Leng Feiqiong said lightly: "I heard that Zhao Qianjun has plucked ten Qingyang swords for you Baiquan Peak."

The middle-aged man Huang Wenfeng nodded and said, "I did get ten Qingyang swords to us."

"Why do you need to pluck ten Qingyang swords to you?" Leng Feiqiong asked.

Huang Wenfeng said: "Reward our Baiquan Peak for his bravery in combat."

Leng Feiqiong shook her head gently and said, "This merit is not recorded in the merit book, it is not counted."

Huang Wenfeng's face turned solemn: "Don't count?"

Leng Feiqiong said: "The merits that are not recognized by the delegation will not be rewarded. This is the rule. You won't know, right?"

Huang Wenfeng's face was even more gloomy and said coldly: "Is this inappropriate for the leader? We did kill the disciples of the Demon Sect, and the disciples were also injured."

Leng Feiqiong shook her head and said, "It is not considered a merit without recording it in the book of meritorious deeds."

Huang Wenfeng turned his head and looked at the elders of the other eleven lines.

Their faces were solemn and their eyes were flashing.

They knew that Leng Feiqiong was strong and tough, but they didn't expect that Leng Feiqiong would come up with a knife. She was not the new leader but she had to set three fires.

They seemed to see their twelve meridians being suppressed again and could only obey orders, and they really didn't want to recover to such a situation.

Although Zhao Qianjun was unable to be fair and just when he was the head of the sect, he was at least more lenient and delegated more power to the twelve sects, and the power of the sect was greatly reduced.

This made them taste the beauty of power, so they naturally didn't want to let go.

So the most important thing is to force Leng Feiqiong to be honest and inherit Zhao Qianjun's method of acting and not to take back power.

But Leng Feiqiong came up and directly took power, showing her tough character.

Xu Qingluo and the other two breathed lightly.

When they saw everyone in the field tense up, they looked at Leng Feiqiong and Huang Wenfeng. It was obvious that this was a crucial confrontation and was of great importance, not just the matter of ten Qingyang swords.

Fakong stood on the lotus pond in the Sutra Pavilion, his eyes also turned to this side and looked at him with a smile.

Leng Feiqiong glanced at Huang Wenfeng, smiled faintly, swept to the other disciples, and said slowly: "All merits have been verified by the Punishment Hall and recorded in the merit book are official merits. This is the foundation of our Tianhai Sword Sect, do you all know?"

Everyone nodded silently.

Leng Feiqiong said: "If this foundation is destroyed, everyone's merits will be at risk of being stolen and deprived. Today you can steal other people's merits, and tomorrow others can steal your merits. Do you want this?"

Huang Wenfeng said in a deep voice: "What does the leader mean? We did not steal other people's merits!"

Leng Feiqiong shook her head gently: "What's going on with your merits? Then I have to ask the imperial hall. I only know that if it is not recorded in the merit book, it is not considered a formal merit and cannot be rewarded."

Huang Wenfeng gritted his teeth: "Does the head really want this?"

Leng Feiqiong said: "Why, Elder Huang, do you want to destroy this foundation?"

She chuckled and shook her head, "Let me ask all the disciples if you are willing, and ask you Baiquan Peak disciples who are willing to do it quietly!"

Huang Wenfeng fell silent, his eyes as bright as flames.

He knew that the ten Qingyang swords were indeed very important, but for Baiquan Peak disciples, the merit system was destroyed more important, and they should not lose the big ones because of smallness.

These ten Qingyang swords were allocated by Zhao Qianjun to bribe him. Unfortunately, he was one step slower and could not wait to get them over and welcome Leng Feiqiong to return to the mountain.

Leng Feiqiong's eyes fell on the leader of another row and said lightly: "Elder Zheng..."

The burly and sturdy middle-aged man clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "What are the commanders?"

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