In such a big hall, it was quiet to drop the needle at this moment. Everyone looked at Zhao Sanjin silently. However, his eyes made Zhao Sanjin feel that he was clearly looking at demons.

In a month's time, starting from the basic foundation building environment, it soared all the way to the golden elixir period. It's not surprising that everyone has the same eyes. After all, as Zhao Dengxian said, there is no one except Zhao Sanjin.

If Zhao Sanjin has Xuanjin's strength and only makes them give way to compete for the position of the master of Qianshan mausoleum, the bright card of strength is the absolute condition that everyone is convinced.

The outer Wulin is different from the inner Wulin. Compared with the inner Wulin, where money and power can make others willing to work with you, strength is the thing that determines and weighs everything in the outer Wulin.

Obviously, after Zhao Dengxian's words, Zhao Sanjin is fully qualified to stand on the same line with these people. In other words, Zhao Dengxian chose Zhao Sanjin to be the master of the mausoleum. They really have nothing to say.

Xuanjin is something they don't have. They also don't have such abnormal strength.

"Within a month, Zhao Sanjin has achieved a qualitative change. Now it is imminent for the demon nightmare sect to attack the Wulin again. Even I may not be able to compete with their sect leader, so there is only fresh blood."

Zhao Dengxian looked at the people who had stopped talking. Naturally, he knew what they were thinking, so he took advantage of this time to add a fire to make Zhao Sanjin the new leader of Qianshan mausoleum.

"Everything depends on the arrangement of the mausoleum Lord!" Zhao Dengxian has said this for his own sake. If they thought they insisted on refusing Zhao Sanjin to become the new mausoleum Lord, it would seem that they had some ulterior motives. They don't carry such a big pot.

With the first person's voice, someone immediately began to agree: "everything is arranged by the Lord of the mausoleum."

In the hall, more than 20 people got up again, bowed respectfully and said to Zhao Dengxian. This scene finally outlined a comfortable arc at the corners of Zhao Dengxian's mouth.

His eyes fell on Zhao Sanjin and went straight to the theme: "how's it going? Smelly boy, are you ready to inherit my mantle?"

"Get ready for your sister?" Zhao Sanjin roared at the bottom of his heart. He collapsed very much and became the new mausoleum master. Zhao Sanjin actually has no problem. It's a big deal. Just like Huanyu Group, it's good to be a shopkeeper. After all, Zhao Dengxian came like this.

But what the hell is this? And even Zhao Dengxian himself spoke. He may not be able to compete. What if the other party was caught off guard? Is the strength of Zhao Sanjin's golden elixir period not good enough?

"Gong welcomes the new leader of the mausoleum to the throne!" after Zhao Dengxian's voice fell, the people in the hall bent their bodies and made a sound again.

Zhao Sanjin was deeply helpless because of his powerful words. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. Let's run away. He promised Zhao Dengxian when he was in the inner Wulin. At this moment, Zhao Dengxian will not say anything, but the latter will be disappointed, even Zhao Sanjin himself, This will also become a knot in his heart.

But if his mother nods and agrees, Zhao Sanjin thinks he wants to live a few more years

Zhao Sanjin, who smiled bitterly, finally had to stand up reluctantly. To tell the truth, this feeling of catching up with the duck on the shelf made Zhao Sanjin feel really unhappy, but due to face and Zhao Dengxian's requirements, Zhao Sanjin had to.

"Gong welcomes the new leader of the mausoleum to the throne." after seeing Zhao Sanjin get up, the man knelt down and shouted loudly.

Zhao Sanjin, who has a black face, really doesn't understand the customs of the Wulin. He always yells together. It's really not good. He can also kneel down. There are more fucking people than others? Believe it or not, I brought in all the people in the Wulin? Than you.

At the same time, at the moment of Zhao Sanjin's wishful thinking, Zhao Dengxian also slowly stood up from the first seat, took a meaningful look at Zhao Sanjin, and slowly said, "if you decide, just sit here. If you still need to consider, I won't force you."

Zhao Sanjin can only smile bitterly and shake his head. Fuck, if you don't force me, don't tell me? Now there's a hindsight. Zhao Sanjin wants to slap Zhao Dengxian to death. Who makes Zhao Dengxian shameless, okay?

"Do you think I have a choice?" Zhao Sankin sighed a long time, took his eyes back from Zhao Dengxian, took a look at the position of the first seat, and finally took a step slowly.

From Zhao Sanjin's position to Zhao Dengxian, it was only a short distance of 35 meters, but Zhao Sanjin's every step seemed particularly heavy, so that he finally stood in front of the first seat for more than a minute.

"Now you have made amazing achievements in the inner Wulin. Your first task is to take you back to the outer Wulin this time. Being the leader of Qianshan mausoleum is just my helpless move. After all, only you can lead the people and successfully defeat the evil nightmare gate."

Zhao Dengxian looked at Zhao Sanjin with a serious face and continued: "taking this position means that from today on, you will be the new master of Qianshan mausoleum. Your mission is great. All the safety of waiwulin is in your hands. Maybe one day, you will die before them, but similarly, maybe one day, you will be very carefree."

He nodded. Zhao Sankin didn't say anything more. Finally, he slowly sat down in the first seat. Zhao Dengxian quietly stood on the side and looked at the people kneeling in front of him. Without any hesitation, he stepped back two steps, then half bowed his body and slowly said, "Gong welcomes the new leader of the mausoleum to the throne."

At this moment, Zhao Sankin was in a trance. Then he took a deep breath and said slowly, "get up!"

Since he has become a king, he already has the momentum of a king, which is basically what a superior person should have. At least, Zhao Sanjin's momentum must make these people feel intimidating, that is, to convince the public.

Everyone got up and stood next to the wooden chair. Zhao Sankin swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Let alone, this momentum was really a little scary, so that Zhao Sankin didn't know what to say for a moment.

It seems that he is aware of Zhao Sanjin's loss, so Zhao Dengxian will take charge of the overall situation: "I think you all know that Zhao Sanjin has been sent to the inner Wulin since he was a child. It has been 25 years. Today is the first time to come back and take over the Qianshan mausoleum. He will gradually get familiar with it."

People had expected this question for a long time, so they didn't say anything more. They nodded and someone said, "now that the demon nightmare gate is born, what should we do?"

"Unite with all decent people and send people from all sects to inform us that the outer Wulin is a whole. If you can, don't let people fall behind!" anyway, Zhao Dengxian is a guardian of the outer Wulin. When a great disaster comes, he naturally needs to consider all aspects clearly.

Everyone nodded. Zhao Dengxian hurriedly divided the tasks and assigned them to everyone. Then he added, "I will take the new leader of the mausoleum to the Dongfang family in these two days. Therefore, I will speak to the four families in person."

"Qianshan mausoleum, please go out!" Zhao Dengxian ordered one by one, and everyone quickly implemented it.

Soon, there were only Zhao Sanjin and Zhao Dengxian left in the huge hall. After a while, Zhao Dengxian looked at Zhao Sanjin. The latter immediately scolded: "your uncle."

"Smelly boy, I gave you a chance to rule the world. You even scolded me. Are you looking for a fight?" in private, regardless of Zhao Sanjin's identity as the master of the mausoleum, they are still masters and grandchildren. Zhao Dengxian will not give Zhao Sanjin face.

"Ruling your uncle, do I need to rule the world?" Zhao Sanjin directly greeted Zhao Dengxian's relatives who had been buried in peace.

"Cough..." Zhao Dengxian kneaded his throat and said, "now that you have chosen this road, whether it's right or wrong, you can only walk one way to the dark."

"I fucking believe your evil!" Zhao Sanjin cut Zhao Dengxian angrily, silently added a mother sell batch in his heart, and then asked, "where are Xia Lingmo and them? How are you going to arrange them?"

"Let's go, I'll take you there!" Zhao Dengxian took the lead in walking to the front, followed by Zhao Sanjin. Zhao Dengxian continued to say, "Xia Lingmo, they have all been transformed by you through Xuanjin. I think let them study hard. Maybe they can make a contribution in the face of the demon nightmare gate."

"Get out!" Zhao Sanjin scolded angrily: "I tell you, you can make my idea, but don't mix Xia Lingmo with them. The outer Wulin is not the inner Wulin, but treat them. I hope you can treat them as if they are still the inner Wulin."

"It's hard!" Zhao Dengxian didn't care about Zhao Sanjin's anger and impoliteness. He spread his hands and responded directly.

"Then let them leave!" Zhao Sankin said bluntly, "how many people do I bring in? When I leave, I will take so many people."

"It depends on whether you have that ability." Zhao Dengxian didn't continue to talk to Zhao Sanjin. After all, their ideas are not on the same channel. It's estimated that if you go on at last, it's really possible to have a big fight.

"Protect their lives, this is my bottom line!" after Zhao Sankin was silent for a long time, he finally stepped back, left a sentence for Zhao Dengxian, and walked into the other courtyard in front of him.

"Smelly boy." Zhao Dengxian patted Zhao Sanjin's head and didn't have a good way: "repair it. I'll see your father early tomorrow morning!"