The first thousand three hundred and eighty chapters The atmosphere is dull!

All the elders and disciples of the Maoshan Sect did not speak, and their mood seemed to be somewhat depressed.

Ge Hong’s supporters were secretly happy, but did not dare to be too obvious. The number of them is much smaller than that of Ge Hong’s opponents. When the opponents have compromised a large number of bigwigs, if they are too public, it is likely that the Maoshan Sect will fall into a split state immediately.

Although the leader’s current strength is very strong, they still have some doubts about the leader’s ability to control, worrying that if they split, he will not be able to effectively stop them.

The opponents, because so many elders have died, and there are still many talented elite disciples, their hearts are very sad. Most of these people died at the hands of the master.



They pressed this sadness in their hearts.

The so-called snake headless is not good. Many of their disciples have lost their masters or ancestors, that is, the elders, and Huigen did not give them any information, so naturally they dare not make mistakes.

Hui Gen also had his own considerations. The number of supporters was suddenly reduced by most. He already felt his powerlessness and the situation was completely out of his control.

The remaining supporters also seem to fall apart at any time.

There are only a few firm supporters at random, but he dare not bet that if these people are also killed, then he will never be able to overcome the storm again.

He didn’t believe in those disciples under the elders, whether their hearts could come together with him, he was not sure, and their strength was not as good as the elders.

Therefore, forbearance is the best way to deal with it now, wait to go back and discuss it slowly to see if there is any room for recovery.

Kunpeng took Ge Hong and Huang Rongmei Chaofeng, did not speak, nor reunited with the elders who supported them, and the four flew back to the main hall early.

They didn’t dare to be too public, let alone walk with their supporters with fanfare.

Now Kunpeng presides over the contest for the head candidates. If he is obviously fierce with his supporters, he will anger the opponents instead.

Low-key, in many cases, is the most effective way of doing things.

You are low-key, as long as you are really capable, no one will ignore you, no one dares to ignore you.

The four returned to the main hall. The guards wanted to close the door of the discussion hall, and Kun Peng waved his hands: “Let it open.”

When he came to the secret room, the door was not closed. However, when Kunpeng was not paying attention, he had already cloned himself, and kept his clone invisible, staying outside the hall to observe the movement.

The guard brought tea, but Kun Peng didn’t drink it either, and sat quietly.

Ge Hong looked at him, but did not speak. It stands to reason that he should be happy that he killed so many opponents today, but he didn’t feel excited, but had a vague worry in his heart, but he hadn’t figured it out yet whether he should tell Kun Peng or not.

Mei Chaofeng and Huang Rong were only performing Kunpeng’s will, and they were also shocked by their own combat power, and now they are still a little tranced, so they are also recalling their battles, determining whether they can really kill the elders or the gods in seconds. Nine-level spirit body.

Of course, they didn’t know that Kunpeng proposed to pick one more, just to force them to quickly solve the challenger with all their strength, and to let them quickly improve their combat experience. Only those who have a lot of face will not dare to be careless and will go all out.

None of the four spoke, and the atmosphere was dull.

Suddenly, Kunpeng whispered: “There is a situation.”



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