Chapter 12
the next day.Qianji Hall.

Ming Wuqian stood on the altar, the four guardians were in front of His Highness, followed by Chu Han and Mo Yang, and at the bottom were all the disciples.

Everyone is guessing what happened today when the leader suddenly summoned him.

"Today, I have something important to announce. My seat is approaching the end of its term. The teacher cannot be left alone for a day..."

"The leader is always strong and strong, the church still needs the leadership of the leader, please think twice..." Everyone quickly knelt down.

"My seat has been decided, as for the position of the next leader..." Ming Wuqian glanced down sharply.

Before the words were finished, His Highness was already talking about it. The young master suffers from tuberculosis, which is a disease that cannot be cured, but he is the son of the leader; and the four guardians are even more powerful in martial arts, especially the guardians of the dark night. Who will become the leader? The next leader?
"Mo Yang will take over the position of leader." Ming Wuqian looked at Mo Yang with a smile on his eyes, boy, look at how kind I am to you, I will give you the entire Qianshang Sect, and let you do whatever you want.

It was like a bomb exploded unexpectedly!

People haven't reacted yet.

Even Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, didn't this leave a mess for her to clean up?Mo Yang looked at Ming Wuqian with cold and angry eyes.

Although Ming Wuqian only saw Mo Yang's cold silver mask and couldn't see his expression, he could feel Mo Yang's cold gaze. He did this out of selfish motives. He had seen Mo Yang's martial arts before, and at a young age It can almost rival him, and although Mo Yang knows nothing about this place, he believes that Mo Yang can solve all troubles.Old devil, you died so timely that you sent a good disciple here.

"Father, please think again!" Chu Han was the first to object, because he really regarded Mo Yang as a friend.

"Master, this might be inappropriate..." the four guardians said.

"Master, please think twice..." All the disciples said, how could a boy with yellow hair be the leader.

"I've made up my mind, Chu'er and Mo Yang will stay, and the rest will all retreat!" Ming Wuqian waved his hand.

"Master..."

"Back off!" Ming Wuqian snapped.

During the whole process, Mo Yang didn't say a word, because he knew there was more to come.After everyone left, they said coldly: "Master, this joke is too big!"

As soon as the words fell, Ming Wuqian spat out a mouthful of blood and subconsciously supported the chair.

Chu Han rushed up and supported Ming Wuqian, "Father,..."

At this time, Ming Wuqian's face was pale and his lips were purple: "Xiao Yang, when Chu'er's illness is completely cured, you can withdraw from the position of leader."

(End of this chapter)

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