Hostess Jiayi's face improved a lot, and he said cheerfully, "So you are Wang Qianqiu. Not only are you talented in literature and art, but you also have such talent. You are truly a genius. After Fahua Gathering, I want to discuss Daoism with you in detail. I wonder if Brother Wang can give me a favor."
Third Holy Son's face darkened, and he said quickly, "I have heard the name Brother Wang for a long time, and it is like thunder in my ears. I will see you today, and I will have a detailed discussion with Brother Wang later."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Third Holy Son's heart was filled with thunder and lightning.
Xu Yi cupped his hands at Hostess Jiayi and Third Holy Son, looked at Elder Bie coldly and said, "Brother, you are so angry. It seems that you are really ignorant. I really don't know how the immortal sect sent you, a dim-witted old man, to lead the team."
Just as Elder Bai said, he is now registered under the name of Master Donghua Immortal Sect.
Outside the sect, the signboard of the Donghua Immortal Sect is used openly and openly.
Within the sect, Xu Yi has as much support as the sky, and there is no need for him to kowtow to anyone.
In the martial arts field, he still needs Immortal Lord He's care. What he is afraid of is not Elder Bie, but the strict hierarchy within the Donghua Immortal Sect.
But now, he Xu has become a high-level executive within the Donghua Immortal Sect, and with Elder Bie's reputation, he really doesn't intend to sell it.
It was originally the backdrop for Wang Qianqiu's glorious Eight Great Immortal Sects, but Elder Bie already felt mad hatred in his heart.
Every time people think of Wang Qianqiu and Divine Manifestation, they inevitably think of him as a loser.
Being nailed to the pillar of shame in history like this, Elder Bie has gone crazy with hatred.
However, Xu Yi was so unyielding that even though he bumped into Fahua Gathering, he still wanted to make him unhappy.
Elder Bie was so angry that his head throbbed with pain. He stared at Xu Yi and said word by word, "If you can't tell me what happened today, I will report your insult to me to the sect and let the elders vote!"
Originally, if he took it out for a fight, he could return it most happily. But after the battle that day, Elder Bie really didn't have the courage to fight again.
Of course, it was not that Elder Bie thought that he would be defeated. To this day, he still believes that the reason why he lost so quickly in that day's battle was because he underestimated the enemy.
But he is still not sure of victory. If he loses again today, he may not be able to stay at the Donghua Immortal Sect anymore.
Even if he gets angry, he can only talk.
Xu Yi said coldly, "Brother, you are so embarrassed to let me say Ziwu Maoyou, let me ask you, look at the seats today, why should I, Donghua Immortal Sect, be at the bottom of the table? Is it possible? Are you saying that my Donghua Immortal Sect is worse than the other seven schools? As the leader of the team, you did not complain to the organizer, but you still acted openly and sat in peace. Wang Mou is really blushing for you. I don't know how you can sit still."
As soon as these words came out, Elder Bie felt depressed and was speechless.
The leaders of the other major immortal sects all frowned and stared at Xu Yi.
He was trying to figure out whether these words were Wang Qianqiu's own arrogant words, or Donghua Immortal Sect's attempt to rise up after years of silence.
Hostess Jiayi's face felt cold and he didn't know how to respond.
Although she took the lead in this situation.
But she is a little Yin Zun, how can she hold her back?
And the topic raised by Wang Qianqiu is extremely sensitive.
Eight Great Immortal Sects, after all, is an existence comparable to Northern Sacred Court.
Eight Great Immortal Sects, if there is a dispute, it will be a big mess.
"Brother Wang misunderstood, really misunderstood. This seating arrangement was just random. If Brother Wang wants to dig deeper, how about changing seats with Kong?"
Third Holy Son said with a smile.
Every seating arrangement is not random, it is a reflection of Eight Great Immortal Sects's respective strengths.
No one has ever talked about seats, but when Xu Yi provoked it, he suddenly became extremely sensitive.
Xu Yi said, "Third Holy Son is sitting on the main seat. I, Donghua Immortal Sect, can advance and retreat on my own. Of course I will not sit where I shouldn't."
"Then whose seat you Donghua Immortal Sect want to occupy, please make it clear!"
"I have never even asked for a dime, yet I have such great courage."
"I really think of myself as a legend like Xiong Bei Ming, Wang Yao, etc. I really think that you, Wang Qianqiu, can turn Donghua Immortal Sect's family around on your own!"
"The person named Wang can change his position and be better than me. I really want to see the legend of the Donghua Immortal Sect. Is it true or is it a deliberate trick?"
"..."
Undoubtedly, the competition for seats started by Xu Yi involved all Eight Great Immortal Sects.
No one could avoid it, not even Elder Bie dared to say more.
Although he hated Wang Qianqiu half to death in his heart, he also knew that since the trend was stirred up by Wang Qianqiu, he could only follow Wang Qianqiu.
No matter how bold he was, he would not dare to engage in internal friction with Wang Qianqiu at this time.
Obviously, no matter what the outcome of this matter is, it will definitely have a far-reaching impact and will definitely attract the attention of the highest level of the Immortal Sect and even several gods.
Xu Yi smiled sarcastically and said, "It seems that everyone thinks that seating is a reflection of strength. If Donghua Immortal Sect wants to change seats, he must rely on his true ability. In this case, then please ask Imperial Martial Hall to change with the Donghua Immortal Sect."
Wow!!
There was a storm all over the place.
Everyone thought that Wang Qianqiu would set off a storm instead of the Donghua Immortal Sect, and that the target would be the weaker one among Eight Great Immortal Sects. They never expected that Wang Qianqiu would target Imperial Martial Hall as soon as he came up.
Taiqing Upper Sect, Imperial Martial Hall, are vaguely going to become the leaders of Eight Great Immortal Sects.
It happens that both sects have peerless disciples, Taiqing Upper Sect Xiong Bei Ming, Imperial Martial Hall Wang Yao.
The two are in the limelight and are at the peak of their relationship.
Wang Qianqiu It would not be too surprising to choose which faction to challenge, but it is particularly surprising to choose one of these two factions.
"I don't know whether I should say that Brother Wang is brave, or should I say that Brother Wang is blind?"
Imperial Martial Hall Team leader Song Zhao stared at Xu Yi with a gloomy face and said coldly.
Xu Yi said, "Brother Daoist, don't get me wrong. I'm not interested in fighting with you. I'd better call the guy on the roof."
Xu Yi After saying this, everyone looked towards the watchtower on the top of the northwest corner.
There is no one in the vast wind and moon.
Song Zhao was about to get angry, Xu Yi said loudly, "Brother Bei Ming, Brother Wang, you two are hanging high in the sky, the moon is high and the wind is cold, aren't you lonely, why don't we come down and talk."
After saying this, a gentle whistle shook the mountains and echoed across the sea.
"Yes, Brother Wang, the Brother Wang you mentioned is really good. Just because he can see you and me through the barrier, it is worth my appearance."
A clear voice settled, and two figures appeared out of thin air.
The Wang Yao on the left is graceful and sharp as a sword.
The middle-aged man with a short beard on the right, with an upright temperament and no aura, looks like a piece of rock that has lost its edges and corners after enduring too much wind and rain. He is Taiqing Upper Sect, the famous Xiong Bei Ming.
As soon as the two talents showed up, the climax was immediately set off.
The greetings and greetings never cease.
"It turns out that the two immortal brothers have arrived a long time ago. Why don't you want to see them? Is it possible that I don't even deserve to see the two immortal brothers?"
Hostess Jiayi's eyes glowed with splendor and he said angrily.
Wang Yao was tall and tall, smiled slightly and did not answer.
Xiong Bei Ming slightly leaned forward, "Brother Wang and I arrived late. It's really rude. We saw that Fahua Gathering was already turned on, but we couldn't interrupt rashly. So we thought we'd wait until it was over and then go to the two highnesses to apologize. Unexpectedly, this Brother Wang drank Xingzang to pieces first."