Chapter 552 Internal Troubles in the School, the Battle for the Head

"Oh? Why am I in such trouble, I'll kill you once and for all." Yang Qingxuan sneered, the point of the sword reached Zuoqiu Ling's throat, cut a little skin, and bled.

Zuo Qiuling trembled unceasingly, usually when killing people, he would kill decisively, but now he understands that death is such a terrible thing.

"No, don't kill me. Now the entire sect is looking for you, but they are divided into two factions. One is headed by the head of the sect, hoping to bring you back and inherit the position of the head, while the other is led by the elder brother Luo Ye is the leader and wants to kill you secretly. Now the entire Sword Sect has become tense because of your existence, and both factions have sent a large number of disciples down the mountain to look for you."

Zuoqiu Ling was frightened, and told about the whole Wuya Sword Sect, "As long as you don't kill me, I can take you back to the sect directly and make you the head of the sect."

Yang Qingxuan asked in surprise: "Then Luo Ye wants to kill me? As the head of the sect, Luo Haohao doesn't know?"

Zuoqiu Ling felt a little strange when he heard him call "Luo Haohao" directly, but at this moment he didn't care too much, and hurriedly said: "The sect master practiced qigong three years ago and became obsessed, and he is half useless. This is why he is eager to find you The reason for going up the mountain and inheriting the position of head. It is also because of this that senior brother dares to stand on his own and compete against the head."

Yang Qingxuan looked at him coldly, and said: "So, you belong to Luo Ye's gang, and you want to kill me."

Zuoqiu Ling shook his head quickly, and said: "No, I just want to snatch the three thousand Karma Fire secret skills. If I can get this secret skill, I also have the hope of competing for the position of the leader. The leader of the Wuya Sword Sect must There are three things in his body, the master token, the three thousand karma fire sword skills, and the sky-pointing sword."

There was a strange look in his eyes, and he said: "The head token is still in the hand of the head, the Zhitian sword is in the hands of the elder brother, and the three thousand karma... It is rumored to be in your hands... I don't know if it is true or not."

"Oh, your investigation is still very detailed." Yang Qingxuan looked at him coldly and did not respond to his words.

"Hey." Zuoqiu Ling smiled embarrassingly. Seeing that Yang Qingxuan's face seemed to have softened a little, he covered his stomach with his hands, stuffed the leaking intestines in, and then worked hard to stop the bleeding, saying: "We left The Qiu family is still very powerful in the Wuya Sword Sect, if you let me go, I can persuade the entire family to fall to you and help you reach the top position."

Yang Qingxuan's heart was touched. Now for the entire thirty-three days, he is alone, without strength and experience. If he is supported by the Wuya Sword Sect, it will be extremely beneficial to find his grandfather and dig out his own life experience.

But he is not Luo Fei, once he gets involved in the battle for the head of the Wuya Sword Sect, it may backfire. After all, the Wuya Sword Sect is also a well-known existence in the Tianxing Continent. There must be some powerful people in the sect who handle themselves like ants. Even if they become the master, they are probably puppets.

Zuoqiu Ling saw his excited face, and hit the iron while it was hot: "Now those who support the senior brother are some young disciples in the sect, and the truly powerful elders are all on the sidelines. If my family supports you, Coupled with the master's token in the master's hand and the master's remaining prestige, it is almost a sure thing to suppress the senior brother and promote you to the top."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, now that his own strength is low, and he is not Luo Fei, this Wuya Sword Sect is absolutely unacceptable, so he immediately shouted: "I'm not interested in this head, just don't bother me I'm in a good mood now, I'll let you go this time, take out all the valuables on your body and get out."

Zuoqiu Ling was stunned for a moment, then said in a daze, "Are you... short of money?"

Yang Qingxuan's face darkened, and he shouted, "Whether I'm short of money or not, it's none of your business?"

Zuo Qiuling was startled, waved his hand hastily, and then took out all the supplies on his body, carefully putting them aside.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed the storage bag casually, then turned around and left, leaving Zuoqiu Ling with a stunned expression.

Zuo Qiuling didn't understand why Yang Qingxuan rejected his conditions, after all, the head of the Wuya Sword Sect was the person who directly stood at the top of the Tianxing Continent.

And since he refused, why did he spare his life? Zuo Qiuling fell into deep thought, unable to figure out what Yang Qingxuan meant.

Yang Qingxuan quickly returned to the teleportation place. The number plate had just turned to twenty-three, and it seemed that he would have to wait five or six days. He frowned, and then shouted loudly, "Twenty-four, it's twenty-four .”

"Ah, it's my turn."

A little fat man in a blue padded jacket yelled in the distance, and ran over happily.

Yang Qingxuan took a look. This little fat man only had the strength of the late stage of Zhenwu. He smiled, walked over and grabbed the little fat man, and said, "You are No. 24? Come here, brother has something to tell you."

The little fat man's face turned pale, knowing that he had met a bad guy, he said in surprise: "You...what are you going to do?" Just as he was about to shout, Yang Qingxuan sealed the dumb acupoints and meridians, and carried him away with a smile .

Many people saw this scene and frowned, but no one dared to step forward to take care of it.

Right and wrong are just for talking more, troubles are all because of being strong.

Soon, Yang Qingxuan and the little fat man came back again, but Yang Qingxuan still had a smile on his face, while the little fat man's face was ashen, ashen.

"Twenty-four, number twenty-four." There was a call of trumpets in the air.

"Here we come." Yang Qingxuan responded, and walked over with a smile on his face.

Half a day later, he appeared in Kuishui City. This is one of the most prosperous cities in the entire Tianxing Continent. Although its scale is not as large as Xutian City, it is far above it in terms of prosperity.

Yang Qingxuan didn't have time to hang out, but just bought a lot of jade slips, classics, and notes to increase his knowledge and understanding of the world, and then went to pay the spirit stones for cross-plane transmission.

The cross-plane teleportation array is four or five acres wide, and can teleport three hundred people at a time, but the consumption of spirit stones is also terrible.

Yang Qingxuan's number plate was on the ninth day. He wanted to follow the same method as before, but found that the warriors guarding this place were unfathomable. If they disrupted order, they might be taken down on the spot.

Suddenly, a man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes sneaked up and whispered: "Do you want to transfer the quota for today's cross-plane?"

Yang Qingxuan looked at this guy, but he was only at the early stage of Zhenwu, and immediately frowned and said, "Why, can you get it for me?"

The man chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and said, "We specialize in this, five hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones, how about giving you a quota?"

Yang Qingxuan suddenly understood that this person was a scalper who specialized in reselling quotas. He glanced around and found that those martial artists turned a blind eye to this scalper, and they must have interests in it, so they started bargaining immediately, "500,000 is too expensive, Ten thousand."