There is a mountain in Jiangchun called Wushan, with green mountains and beautiful waters and misty rain.

Ninety years ago, the Baihe master founded the Wushan School here, recruited disciples, and passed down his martial arts.

After decades of development, the Wushan School has become one of the eight major sects in the world. The martial arts system has gradually been improved. It is good at swordsmanship and light skills. Its kung fu is known for its complexity and softness, and its movements are free and free.

Not including the servants, the Wushan School currently has hundreds of disciples, mainly entrenched in Jiangchun area, with many branches and courtyards, and industries in many prefectures.

Not long ago, the head of the sect, Chen Sanqiu, failed to attack Chen Feng and disappeared without a trace. The Wushan Sect caught him off guard and sent a large number of disciples to search for Chen Sanqiu's traces in the world. The backbone of the sect and the helmsman of various places hurried back to the sect to discuss matters.

At this moment, in the Wushan Sect Hall, middle and senior sects gathered together, and the atmosphere was calm and solemn.

"The disciples have inquired about it. The leader did not die at Chen Feng's hands and escaped by chance. But there was no news later. I still don't know what I encountered, and I cannot confirm the life and death of the leader."

One of the elders spoke in a solemn tone and told the situation.

Everyone had different expressions and nodded silently.

The core backbone of the Wushan Sect, there are roughly four types of people, one is the elders in the sect, the second is the uncles who are the masters and uncles who are the peers in the sect, the third is the helmsman in charge of affairs in various places, and the fourth is the many personal disciples of the sect.

"My master is very skilled in martial arts and will definitely be able to escape danger. He may not be able to suffer any difficulties. Perhaps he is just being held back by something."

One of the middle-aged men spoke in a deep voice. This person is Qi Zhiyu, the pioneer disciple of the sect.

As a senior brother in the sect, he has achieved true knowledge of martial arts and has long been famous in the world. His status in the sect is quite high and he is very popular among his disciples.

At this time, a master named Ding Shixiong suddenly sneered:

"Are you very good at martial arts? No matter how good you are, you will be defeated by Chen Feng?"

Qi Zhiyu turned his head to look at him, frowned and said, "What does Uncle Ding mean?"

"Hmph, the head of the sect did not discuss with us, so he went to deal with Chen Feng without authorization. Pingbai provoked such a powerful enemy for the sect. He was too arrogant and had such a difficult situation."

Ding Shixiong snorted coldly.

Qi Zhiyu said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Master is such a bad thing! Master was invited by the great figures of Ningtian Mansion, and you knew it, and did not jump out of opposition. When I say sarcastic words at this time, I don't know what the uncle is thinking."

Ding Shixiong looked annoyed: "It's big or small, what's your master teaching you?"

"Enough, is this a place for a fight?"

The elders in the sect couldn't stand it and stopped the two of them.

After the scene was quiet, the elder looked at the head of the sect and asked, "I wonder if Mrs. Chen has something to say?"

Chen Sanqiu's wife was originally a child of a wealthy businessman and was not skilled in martial arts. Since she learned that her husband was missing, she cried all day long and sobbed and spoke:

"I hope you will help me and find my husband..."

"Don't worry, my sister-in-law, we will definitely find the leader." Another uncle from the teacher said to comfort him.

Everyone was silent for a while, and an elder suddenly coughed and spoke:

"The leader is missing, and it is not a solution to drag on this. At present, there is no leader in the sect, and someone needs to take charge of the overall situation."

Upon hearing this, Ding Shixiong immediately echoed: "Yes, the head lady has always been in charge of the affairs of the sect. We need to find another person with outstanding abilities to take on the main role and temporarily serve as the head."

After the words came, everyone exchanged their eyes secretly, and their thoughts were different.

"Hmph, Uncle Ding is planning to recommend himself?" Qi Zhiyu snorted.

Ding Shixiong bent and proudly said: "What's wrong? I have handled all kinds of sects over the years, and I'm not familiar with any one? I'll be the leader of the sect for a while, so the sect can't cause trouble."

"That's right, uncle has been thinking of getting involved in the position of the head of the sect over the years, and our entire sect knows it." Qi Zhiyu sarcastically.

"Hmph, so what? Have I ever done something to harm the interests of the sect? But my senior brother provoked Chen Feng and other murderers to the sect and trapped us in the fire and fire!"

Ding Shixiong's tone was dissatisfied.

An elder nodded: "Indeed, there is a risk in the temporary sect. If Chen Feng comes to the door to start a crime, the sect will be the first to be affected..."

Ding Shixiong immediately responded: "Yes, I am dedicated to the sect and willing to take this risk, all of my efforts."

Everyone looked at each other.

"It sounds nice. It's not that Chen Feng has no intention of visiting the door, so he wants to compete for the position of the leader. The murderer has not been troubled by any of the famous celebrities who intercepted him in the world. How could there be any risks..."

There was a disciple in the crowd whispering, not obeying it.

"Who is gossiping?!"

Ding Shixiong stared at the disciples.

Although he did think so, he did not allow others to question him like this... The possibility of Chen Fengxing's investigation is a good reason to scare away other competitors, and it can also reflect his loyalty as a sect.

At this time, a young woman behind the head lady stepped forward a few steps and said anxiously:

"Uncles and uncles, I don't know what my father is now. Isn't this time to talk about this? I'd better find someone first."

She is Shen Yue, the daughter of Shen Sanqiu. She knows some martial arts skills, but she is more trained as a lady from a wealthy family and is not a real person in the martial arts world.

Ding Shixiong frowned: "Little girl's family, don't speak randomly if you are ignorant."

"But my dad..."

An elder shook his head and said, "Well, Yue'er, you are still young and you are the one who has been married again. Don't interrupt when it comes to sect affairs."

Ding Shixiong nodded and agreed: "It is important to find the leader, but if you can't find him in one day, will the sect not do anything else in one day? This big thing cannot be stopped just like this."

Most sects in the martial arts world do not pay attention to the hereditary blood, so everyone does not attach so much importance to the daughter of the head.

The sect is the connection between the interests of everyone, and is rarely a family-born private property. In the eyes of many backbones, the survival and development of the Wushan sect is far more important than the life and death of a leader.

Shen Yue was so angry that she was helpless, but she had no choice but to everyone.

Although her father is the head of the sect, the sect is not a one-man rule. Besides, Shen Sanqiu's whereabouts are unknown at this time. Her family, a girl with superb martial arts, cannot command these elders and uncles.

"In this way, we will be the next sect leader. Do you have any objections?"

Ding Shixiong didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, so he patted the chair and spoke directly.

"I think this matter is feasible. Shixiong devotes his efforts to the sect and can take on a great responsibility."

Several elders discussed and nodded together.

Seeing this, the disciples led by Qi Zhiyu were not good at opposing it anymore, so they could only accept it with a depressed acceptance.

"Okay! Then I will temporarily take over the head of the Wushan Sect. This is an urgent matter. If I can find my senior brother back, I will hand over the position to him."

Ding Shixiong suppressed his joy and expressed his aloud.

He looked around everyone, cleared his throat, and said seriously:

"There are three things that are urgently needed to be resolved. One is to find the whereabouts of the leader, and to see people alive and to see corpses. The other is to watch Chen Feng's attitude. Although the leader is defeated in this hand, this is the result of his will. I really have no need to provoke this person anymore, but I also need to be more careful. Since I am the leader of the leader, I will set an example. If this person raises an army and asks for punishment, I will negotiate..."

He said that, but in fact, this is just a statement for the disciples to show.

It has been so long since the interception and killing of celebrities in the martial arts world, and Chen Feng has not expressed any words, so Ding Shixiong does not think that this murderer will really come to the door.

"The last thing...is to find the secret book of Liuyun Xiyu Gong."

As soon as the words came, everyone's faces changed slightly.

Ding Shixiong paused and continued with a thick face:

"This thing is the unique skill of my Wushan School. The ancestral teaching stipulates that it can only be practiced by the heads of all generations. It has always been kept by my senior brother. Now he is missing. This secret book needs to be found so as not to be lost... In my opinion, even if my senior brother carries the secret book with him, he will definitely make a copy and hide it somewhere in the sect..."

He has been coveting this unique skill for a long time. As soon as he became the leader of the generation, he couldn't wait to exercise his reasonable rights and wanted to practice this skill.

In this way, even if Chen Sanqiu is not dead and wants to take over the sect again when he comes back, he cannot change the fact that he has practiced the unique skills of the leader, and he will have the capital to compete for.

Just as Ding Shixiong was making up his wishful thinking, a disciple suddenly stumbled into the hall, his face full of horror.

"Not good! Then Chen Feng, the man who urged Yan Luo, to live on the mountain!"

"What? This guy is really here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall was shocked.

"How could it be!" Ding Shixiong suddenly stood up and his face changed drastically.

Did you really come to provoke an army and ask for guilt?

Grandma, I don’t come early or late, but I came when I first became the head of the sect!

This guy is deliberately trying to get along with me!

".........All disciples, follow me out to meet the enemy."

Ding Shixiong gritted his teeth. Although he was panicked, he tried to calm down and strode out of the hall.

When a strong enemy came to the door, the others didn't care about talking about anything else and went with them.

...

Everyone walked quickly and soon arrived at the mountain gate archway.

Two groups of people confronted each other here, surrounded hundreds of Wushan Sect disciples, blocked the door, each holding long swords and pointed directly at a group of big men across the street, but no one dared to take action first.

Ding Shixiong looked at it and saw at a glance that Chen Feng, who was leading the group, was really burly and muscled, too eye-catching.

He calmed down and asked intently:

"You are Chen Feng?"
To be continued...