In fact, Yuan Zishan didn't see it clearly at the time.

When he heard the screams of the fourth elder, he and his brother immediately started running.

"White flame."

Ye Sheng leaned on his seat and thought for a while.

"Here comes someone."

Ye Sheng waved.

Two stewards ran in from outside.

"Have the disciples gathered together?"

"Already assembled."

One of the two stewards replied.

"good!"

Ye Sheng stood up.

"Elders, follow me!"

After Ye Sheng finished speaking, he took a step forward and arrived outside the main hall.

At this time, there were three thousand inner disciples of the Qingyuan Sect standing in the square.

Of course, these disciples are only the three thousand strongest among all the disciples of Qingyuan Sect.

Come to the square.

Ye Sheng raised his body suddenly.

Ye Sheng was the only person rushing to fly to the main peak of the Qingyuan Sect.

Everyone saw the sect leader appear.

Three thousand disciples knelt down and saluted together.

"I've seen it, Sect Master!"

Three thousand people shouted together, and the sound was like a tsunami.

Ye Sheng turned around slowly.

"Okay! Very good! You are worthy of being the son of my Qingyuan Sect!"

Ye Sheng praised.

Then his tone changed.

"It's just, disciples of the Qingyuan Sect! Today, our fourth elder died! He was just trying to prevent the conflict between the Biyan Sect and the Red Wind Sect over some small resources, but he was assassinated.

Now my body is dead and my soul is gone."

At the end of the sentence, Ye Sheng sounded sad.

"My sons! In the past three hundred years, our Qingyuan Sect has never had any disputes with anyone.

Now the fourth elder of our sect has died with his eyes closed.

As the future of Qingyuan Sect, what should you do?"

"kill!"

"kill!"
Chapter completed!