"Sanjiang Gang has not been famous since its founding, and ranks tenth among the three 81 sects. It is already considered a big gang, but why did you become the leader of the gang?"

Yang Xian raised his arm high and grabbed Jiang Dongliu's neck and lifted him into the air. "You are brave and resourceful, cruel and easy to kill. You only act on your will and ignore others. You can't be the leader of the Sanjiang Gang!"

Jiang Dongliu's feet were off the ground, and he kept digging in the air, and said in his heart: "Am I going to die? Am I going to die?"

A huge sense of despair and helplessness arose from his heart, and there was also a great sense of regret, "Why do I want to provoke him again?"

Just as Jiang Dongliu's eyes turned pale and was about to fall into a coma, Yang Xian's arm that grabbed his neck suddenly shook. A series of "papapapapapapa" sounded from Jiang Dongliu's body, and then a stream of thin white air emerged from his skin, instantly forming a ball of white mist, covering him inside.

When the white breath came out, Yang Xian's arm shook again, and Jiang Dongliu's growing body suddenly flew out of his hand and rushed straight to the Sanjiang Gang who was a little stunned in front.

"Bang bang bang" sounded a few dull noises, and the gang members on the opposite side could not dodge. After being knocked away by Jiang Dongliu several times, Jiang Dongliu landed on the ground.

"you……"

Jiangdongliu rolled on the ground. After stopping, he felt that his body was empty and there was no trace of true energy left. His whole body was warm and comfortable, as if soaking in warm water.

After all, Jiang Dongliu has extraordinary inheritance. Feeling this situation in his body, he immediately thought of a possibility, and his face was ashamed in an instant.

He struggled to get up, stared at Yang Xian and said, "You have squandered my true energy?"

Yang Xian nodded and said, "Yes, people like you shouldn't practice martial arts. I have ruined your cultivation today. If you don't kill you, you'll be considered a net-opener."

Wow!

There was an uproar in the scene.

An old man stood up and looked at Yang Xian in shock and wondered, "Your Excellency is such a vicious method! People in martial arts regard martial arts as their respect. Now that you have nullified my gang leader's kung fu, how is it different from killing people?"

Yang Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "What? What do you mean is it better to kill him?"

The old man was shocked and looked alert, "What do you want to do? I don't mean that?"

He was afraid that Yang Xian would really kill Jiang Dongliu with disagreement. He hurriedly blocked Jiang Dongliu and said angrily: "My gang leader is blind and has no ability. He is defeated in your hands. He is also asking for his own fault. Do you dare to leave a name? It is also so that my Sanjiang gang knows who has lost to him."

Yang Xian whispered: "You really want to know?"

The old man said, "I don't know who will defeat you, but in the future,

Yang Xian nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell you, I'm Yang Xian!"

"Yang Xian? OK, I remember! Yang..."

The old man opposite froze on his face, "Yang Xian?"

His eyes suddenly widened, and he looked Yang Xian up and down, and suddenly shivered with a tremor. The anger on his face suddenly disappeared, and he became terrified and tentatively tentatively: "Master Yang?"

Yang Xian stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at everyone, "No, it's me!"

The old man staggered and almost fell to the ground, "Yang... Master Yang, this is a misunderstanding..."

Yang Xian shook his head and said, "Do you believe this sentence yourself?"

He looked at the old man opposite with a blank expression and said aloud: "The leader of the Sanjiang Gang, Jiang Dongfeng, is eccentric and arrogant, must abdicate and choose another one!"

The old man opposite kept bent down and nodding, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Let's choose another gang leader!"

Yang Xian glanced at the old man and saw that his face looked extremely frightened. It seemed that he had confirmed his identity.

All the philosophers and hundreds of schools of thought are the only ones in Confucianism.

Only the Confucian sect can command hundreds of sects in the world, and only the Confucian sect leader is qualified to abolish the heads of the eighty-one sects in the world.

As for the twenty-two sects of the Nine Sects and Thirteen Sects, if there is a huge problem with one of the sects, the Confucian Sect can lead the Confucian Sect, and the hundred schools of thought can finally be corrected and the other sect leader is selected. As for the abolition and establishment of the sect leaders of the 81 sects, the Confucian Sect leader can be determined by the one-word.

Although the traditional Confucian school is declining now, it is still recognized by martial artists all over the world.

The Confucian sect's rules that the 81 sect leaders have been passed down until now, and almost no one dared to violate it.

Now when the old man heard Yang Xian say that he wanted to abolish the identity of the leader of the Sanjiang Gang in Jiangdongliu, he hesitated and nodded.

He now understood that Jiang Dongliu had already been destroyed by Yang Xian's entire cultivation. Even if Yang Xian didn't say that he would change the leader, they would choose another person as the leader in a few days.

What's more, the leader of the Confucian sect spoke in person, how many people in the world dare not obey?

He nodded here, probably because he was frightened, but he was so angry that the group of gang members behind him were angry.

Seeing the old man bowing to Yang Xian, he was like a servant, and the Sanjiang Gangs were in an uproar.

A big man shouted loudly: "Old Dong, why do you have to be humble to him? My leader of the Sanjiang Gang is his own decision. No matter how powerful this person is, how can he care about my family affairs?"

The old man suddenly turned around and grabbed the big man who was talking into his hand and lifted it up in the air.

He sneered at the man in his hand, "House down? The leader of the Confucian sect is in front of him. In terms of seniority, he is my senior. In terms of status, he is the leader of a hundred sects, and at least a martial arts master. Do you think I should treat you with courtesy?"

He threw out the man in his hand and bowed to Yang Xian and said, "Sect Master Yang, I am a member of my inner child. I am used to being wild and savage. I don't know the etiquette. When the younger ones go back, I will definitely be well trained."

Yang Xian glanced at the old man and said coldly: "I will give you Sanjiang Gang three chances. This is the first time. If the second leader you choose is no longer a good match, then I will ruin it again. If the leader of the gang is like this, you Sanjiang Gang will also disband as soon as possible!"

The old man's body was trembling, sweating heavily, and nodded hurriedly, "I will definitely not have a second time! I will definitely not have a second time!"

Yang Xian waved his palm lightly, "You go!"

The old man bowed and slowly retreated. After a distance, he turned around and ordered the gang members to lift Jiang Dongliu and leave slowly.

After they walked a few feet away, Yang Xian picked up the five-color beads in Xiao Qingyu's hand and threw them at the Sanjiang Gangmen, "Take these five beads back!"

"Hey! Don't give it back to them!"

Bai Zian, who had not spoken next to him, saw Yang Xian throwing the five-colored beads back to the Sanjiang Gang, couldn't help but feel anxious, "Sect Master Yang, I have great use of this bead!"

Yang Xian glanced at Bai Zi'an and said coldly: "How can you make such a useless thing in calligraphy and painting? It's a favor for someone to lend you, and it's a duty not to lend it. Even I feel embarrassed to do this steal!"

Bai Zi'an's face turned red and he said embarrassedly: "You have known my identity for a long time, right? But no matter what, I didn't expect to meet you, the leader of the Confucian sect, the leader of you!"

He defended himself: "I have a friend who has recently fought with someone and was infected with an unknown poison. I am eager to save people and do this..."

Yang Xian smiled and said, "If you can steal things from others to save people, then in the next time, can you kill innocent people's lives just to save your friends?"

Bai Zian has been standing there since Yang Xian slapped his shoulder a few times, and after hearing Yang Xian say this, he argued: "Stealing things and killing people are two different things. Why should Master Yang confuse it?"
Chapter completed!