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Chapter 83 Breathing blood(2/2)

Otherwise, it would be another huge trouble to wait for the absent Presbyterians to return from injury.

Actually, now it's...it's also very troublesome.

Originally, there were nine elders in the Presbyterian Church, plus Qian Luoying, but now Feng Bubing is on the throne, with eight left.

Four of them are recovering from injuries.

So today, there are only Qian Luoying and the other three members of the Presbyterian Church who came to the Council Hall.

Under normal circumstances, the other three elders should be on the side of Feng Bubian.

Especially when the election of the head of the sect, these three elders chose to help Feng Bubian.

But the facts are not that simple.

They chose to support Feng Bubian before, not because they admired him more, but because they didn’t want Lian Ziqing’s group to continue to control the sect!

If Qian Luoying runs for election, they will definitely not choose the unchanging wind.

When they themselves do not have the ability to get ahead, they can only settle for the second best.

So, this is a loose temporary alliance.

It would be fine if nothing happened. Once something happened, then they were no fundamentally different from the four elders Lian Ziqing who were recovering from injuries.

Sure enough, when Feng Bubian talked about the loss of the sect's treasure house, Qian Luoying was the first to stand up and angrily scolded him for talking nonsense!

"Master, aren't you slandering?"

Qian Luoying was originally a little immersed in Ling Yi's reluctance to leave, but now he saw that the leader was so impatient to slander her brother, and he immediately became popular.

"Before Ling Yi enters the treasure house, should he go to your place to take a shower and change his clothes?"

Feng Bubian nodded helplessly: "Yes, but..."

"Did you not even have a pocket for the clothes you prepared for him?"

“Yes, but…”

"Did he enter the treasure house empty-handed with your disciple?"

"yes……"

Qian Luoying glared at Feng Bubian: "Then why do you say he took away a large number of top treasures in the treasure house? Also, why do you say that so many spirit stones were consumed by him? How did he consume them? Did they eat them raw?"

The following words are actually a bit lying with your eyes.

Others don’t know, can she not know?

The consumption of the spirit stone that Feng Bubian just mentioned is very amazing, and it is even more incredible than what Qian Luoying knew before.

A mouthful of old blood was held in my throat. This feeling of being wronged was so angry that the wind did not change and smoke came from the seven orifices.

"After meeting!"

He said coldly, watching a group of sect elders emerge in a row of silent cicadas.

Finally, there were only a few people from him left in the conference hall.

Feng Bubian breathed and murmured, "I finally understand why the first thing that the founding king in the secular world to do to kill the heroes is to kill the heroes."

As he said that, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

The crowd of his confidants in the conference hall were so scared that their faces were pale.

"What's wrong with you, Master?"

"Are you okay?"

"Get the medicine now...get the medicine quickly!"
Chapter completed!
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