At night, hundreds of figures sat in a magnificent hall of Hengyue Sect, all of whom were of the same generation as Tongxuan Zhenren, and they were all the supreme elders of Hengyue Sect.

This is the Presbyterian Church of Hengyue Sect. On weekdays, major events in the sect need to be decided after they discuss.

On weekdays, every time the Hengyue Sect meets, the atmosphere will be suppressed in advance before the meeting is held. The strong smell of gunpowder will spread throughout the audience, and almost every time it will make your face turn red and your neck thick.

However, today, the atmosphere in the Presbyterian Hall was extremely relaxed, with almost everyone having a smile on their faces, as if the major events they discussed today seemed to have no need to discuss them from the beginning.

So, today the Supreme Elder gathered together, and the matter discussed was: Selecting the Holy Son.

Generally speaking, like the three sects, the disciple with the highest cultivation talent in the sect will be named the saint son, with a higher status than the nine true teachings of the sect and even ordinary elders.

Of course, since he is a saint son, it is natural that he is the next sect leader, which is a bit like the prince in the mortal kingdom.

"No one would object to let Yin Zhiping be my sage son of Hengyue!" Above, Zhenren Tongxuan looked around with a smile, and the tone between the lines was full of majesty that could not be disobeyed.

"That's natural." As soon as Tongxuan Zhenren finished speaking, a white-haired old man stroked his beard with a smile.

"The host with a 90% degree of compatibility is worthy of his reputation." A white-haired old woman nodded.

"There is no need to discuss this!" Another Supreme Elder spread his hands, "It's a foregone conclusion!"

"Master, uncles and uncles, Dingtian has something to say." Just as the Supreme Elders nodded, Yang Dingtian, who was sitting at the bottom, spoke, interrupting everyone's voice.

"Oh?" Zhenren Tongxuan gently stroked his beard and smiled, "You are the head of Hengyue, and you can say something if you have something to do."

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, "I don't agree with Yin Zhiping being the Holy Son."

As soon as these words were said, the face of Zhenren Tongxuan, who had a smile on his face at the last moment, couldn't help but sank. Not only him, but more than 90% of the Supreme Elders in the palace could not help but frown slightly.

"Do you don't agree with Yin Zhiping being the Holy Son?" Tongxuan Zhenren narrowed his eyes and looked down at Yang Dingtian below. He was the ancestor of Hengyue. He always said that he was the only one and used to being dictatorial. Now that someone disobeyed his wishes, his face naturally looked ugly.

"Yes." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath again.

"That's the host that matches 90% of the degree." Zhenren Tongxuan snorted coldly, "He has such a huge potential. It is the future of my Hengyue. With him here, I can guarantee that my Hengyue will last for nine hundred years. If he is not qualified to be a holy son, then tell me who else can be a holy son in Hengyue?"

"Master, being a saint requires not only strength, but also vision, mind and courage." Yang Dingtian spoke, looking up at the top with strong pressure and looking directly at Tongxuan Zhenren, "And Yin Zhiping did not take any of these three points. Compared to him, his disciple thought Ye Chen from Jade Girl Peak was more suitable."

"Ye Chen, can he compare with the host who is 90% compatible?" Zhenren Tongxuan sneered, with anger on his face, "I doubt your vision now. No matter how amazing a disciple is, can he compare to the host?"

"How powerful is the complete Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul? Wasn't it still cut into three paths by Xuan Chen's ancestor in the past?" Yang Dingtian still looked directly at Tongxuan Zhenren. "Although the Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul is powerful, it is not impossible to compete with it, and it cannot become the decisive factor for the throne of the saint."

"Yang Dingtian." Zhenren Tongxuan shouted loudly and stood up from his seat with a sudden sigh, "How dare you compare Ye Chen with the ancestor."

"The disciple dares not." Yang Dingtian said hurriedly, "I am just explaining a fact that Ye Chen can break the legend of Xuanling's invincible. His potential and talent are not weak at all. The host of 90% matching degree."

"What do you know?" After being confronted one after another, Zhenren Tongxuan shouted coldly, "The balance of the three sects is maintained by the ancient dragon soul of Taixu. If Ye Chen is the sage son, can he protect the future Hengyue? Did he protect Hengyue? Such a simple truth, do I still need to teach you?"

"What Brother Tongxuan said is very much." A Supreme Elder stroked his beard, "The host of ninety percent fit is infinitely close to perfect fit, and is an existence that goes against the sky. Ding Tian, ​​you are really short-sighted this time."

"I also agree with Senior Brother Tongxuan." A Supreme Elder spoke, "No matter how amazing Ye Chen is, he will never reach the height of Xuanchen's ancestor. He is 90% of the host that matches the degree of "he is not as good as that of the host."

"I agree, too." Another Supreme Elder pondered, "If Ye Chen is the saint son, where will he place the host? I'm afraid that if this matter is spread, the outside world will laugh out loud!"

"This statement is reasonable, and it is natural for the host to be the Holy Son."

"Dingtian, you have to plan for the long term and understand what a 90% compatible host exists."

Since Zhenren Tongxuan said this, the sounds in the hall have come one after another, and finally a tide has formed. Nearly 90% of the Supreme Elders support Yin Zhiping ascend to the throne, not Ye Chen.

Such an overwhelming situation made Yang Dingtian's figure below look a little thin. Although he is the head of Hengyue and has the right to speak, he is just a person after all. Facing this scene, he can't do anything even if he can do anything.

Why!

Yang Dingtian sighed in his heart. He had never felt when he was as helpless as this time.

It was unknown when the sound in the hall disappeared.

Above, Zhenren Tongxuan looked down at Yang Dingtian below with a gloomy face, "Almost everyone supports the host, what else do you have to say?"

"Since Master and all the uncles and uncles support Yin Zhiping, Ding Tian naturally has nothing to say." Yang Dingtian's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked directly at Tongxuan Zhenren, "But Master, I still don't think Yin Zhiping is the best candidate. Time will prove who is the one who protects the future Hengyue."

"You don't have to preach to me." Zhenren Tongxuan snorted coldly, "When the host comes out of seclusion, I will train him myself. As for you, go back and reflect! My teacher is very disappointed with you."

"So, Dingtian will leave." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath, bowed his hand, then turned around and walked out of the hall.

............

Hengyue Sect Underground Palace.

Yin Zhiping, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes slightly, with tyrannical and bloodthirsty lights flashing, and a playful smile soaked in the corner of his mouth, his face a bit hideous and terrifying.

"Do you know why I chose you?" In the dark, a misty voice seemed to ring in his mind.

“Why.”

"Because, you have a demonic heart."
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