Starting as a clan leader: My rules are a bit wild

Chapter 18 is all gone in seconds, what is there to say?
Just one punch, effortlessly knocking off an opponent.

The elders of the three sects seemed to have calm expressions, but in fact they were even more fearful.

They originally thought that Xiao Ling'er's foundation would be unstable at such an age, but they never thought that Xiao Ling'er not only did not appear to have an unstable foundation, but actually seemed to have the ability to fight beyond the ranks.

How is this played?
But the matter has come to this, and it is impossible not to fight.

I can only bite the bullet and continue.

"Ganwu, come on!"

Elder Zhou of the Peach Blossom Sect spoke.

"what?!"

Ganwu's face turned green.

He is a descendant of the Qian family, which is an affiliated force of the Peach Blossom Sect and is considered the smallest cultivating force. He started practicing as a child and did not join the Shangzong until he became an adult, preparing to continue his studies.

But even so, he is only at the eighth level of Kaixuan, and has not yet reached the ninth level of cultivation.

How to fight this?
"Ah what?"

Elder Wu spoke, and after five seconds he trembled: "Yes, Elder."

He came on stage and took a deep breath: "Peach Blossom Sect Qianwu, please enlighten me."

"what!"

Under the huge pressure, he was quite courageous. He shouted angrily and took action first. Even under this high pressure, he actually broke through on the spot and opened the ninth mystical gate!

"what?!"

The disciples of the three sects were all shocked.

Elder Wu also showed a slight smile: "This fifth talent is good, he is a reliable talent."

Elder Zhou also smiled and said: "Under high pressure, his potential has been stimulated. After he returns, he can be cultivated well and become the backbone of our Peach Blossom Sect."

Ganwu himself was even more excited.

The ninth level of Kaixuan!

It’s such a breakthrough! What a great news!

However, before he could hang on to his excitement for a second, he followed in the footsteps of the Golden Eagle Sect disciple.

He was instantly killed with just one punch.

The faces of the elders of the three sects twitched.

"How can we consume her true energy like this?"

The elder of the Bajian Sect had no choice but to say: "Do your best and obey fate. My sect's disciples have a unique skill, so it's not without a chance of winning."

"Oh?!"

The elders of Peach Blossom Sect and Golden Eagle Sect couldn't help but be jealous when they heard this.

A person at the first level of the Condensation Realm actually has a certain chance of winning against a fifth level person? ? ?
Let Bajianmen pick up the treasure again.

Ma De, you are so lucky!

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The next six games were also without any surprises.

A new disciple has only started for a month, so his limitations are too great, and the gap in cultivation cannot be bridged.

Lin Fan was overjoyed when he saw it.

"Sure enough, the protagonist's template is unusual."

"I took the right path!"

"As long as you keep up the good work, you will have a bright future!!!"

As for not killing the killer, that was naturally his intention.

Xiao Ling'er can easily kill them, but again, if you don't have the ability to completely eradicate them, don't escalate your hatred rashly.

otherwise···
Even if any one of their three sects wants to destroy Lan Yue Sect, it will have to pay a huge price, but what if they join forces?
Just defeat and drive them away.

It's not a life-and-death feud. Even if they want to take revenge, they usually won't be too quick and will prepare slowly.

What Lin Fan and Lan Yue Sect need most right now is time.

As long as there is enough time, Xiao Ling'er will grow rapidly, and he will be able to take off at the same time. Even if he can recruit a few more disciples who meet the enrollment requirements...

Why are you afraid of these three mere sects?
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"Eight Swordsmen, Wenjian."

The last member of the Eight Swords Sect appears. He carries a long sword on his back and has a cold face. "Eh?" In Xiao Ling'er's mind, the voice of 'teacher' sounded: "There is a familiar aura about this person."

"Please."

Xiao Linger was still calm.

First level of Condensation Realm?
He is already strong among the 'newcomers', but he is no match for him.

"I only have one sword. If you take it, I will admit defeat."

Wen Jian spoke, holding the hilt of the sword: "I originally planned to cultivate this sword for more than a hundred years, but you are very strong and worthy of my sword."

"I see."

'Teacher' sighed: "It's about cultivating sword skills, no wonder I feel familiar."

"Developing sword skills?" Xiao Ling'er was puzzled.

"That's right, the sword is always cultivated without leaving the body, and uses a special secret method to use one's own energy, spirit and true energy to nourish the sword. The longer the period of cultivation is, the more amazing the sword will be when it is unsheathed."

"Especially the first sword. If a great monk has been cultivating it for thousands of years, this sword may be able to kill an immortal!"

"So powerful?"

Xiao Ling'er narrowed her eyes slightly: "Can't I take it?"

"It feels very weak. He has not cultivated swords for a long time, his cultivation is not deep, and his sword weapons are ordinary. You can naturally take it, but it will expose some of his trump cards."

"So, the disciple understands."

Xiao Ling'er smiled: "You'd better take my punch."

She moved.

Tossing and turning, with strange steps, he came to Wen Jian's side in just a blink of an eye. He was shocked and was about to draw the sword, but Xiao Ling'er took the lead and held down the hilt of the sword, making it impossible for him to pull it out. At the same time, a The fist hit his chest.

boom!
A muffled sound.

Wen Jian's chest was sunken, his eyes suddenly bulged outwards, his face instantly turned red, and he fell softly.

Xiao Ling'er also let go at this moment.

Wen Jian was unable to pull out the sword until he was knocked unconscious by a punch.

Elders of the three sects: "..."

The elder of the Bajian Sect was furious: "We agreed to take his sword, why didn't you keep your word?!"

"Elder, are you old and deaf?"

Xiao Ling'er, however, looked puzzled: "When will it be agreed upon?"

"He said he only had one sword, so I wanted to take his sword? What's the point? In a fair fight, I'm still fighting one against nine, so why can't I take the initiative to attack?"

"Could it be that if I told you to remove all your defenses, wash your neck, and let me cut you with a knife, you would do it?"

"If that's the case, then I have to apologize."

Elder of the Eight Swordsmen: "(へ╬)!!!"

"A sharp-tongued wild girl!"

choke!
He drew his sword in an instant, and the terrifying sword energy was everywhere, and Xiao Ling'er's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, he moved to kill.

Not only was Xiao Linger's cultivation extraordinary, she was also so cautious and flexible. If she were allowed to grow up, she would be in big trouble again.

But almost at the same time, the five people from Su Xinghai broke out and suppressed the terrifying sword energy in just an instant.

"Old man, are you going to bully the small with your big one?!"

The elder of the Bajian Sect looked uncertain, but in the end, he could only snort coldly and return the sword to its sheath: "Let's go!"

He led the people away in despair.

Naturally, the Golden Eagle Sect and Peach Blossom Sect couldn't stay any longer and hurriedly took their people to evacuate. However, they all had wry smiles and helplessness on their faces.

They also want to take action, and everyone can see that given time, Xiao Ling'er will become a serious problem, but the time is not ripe, and taking action now is the same as seeking death...
The elders looked gloomy.

Many new disciples have their Taoist hearts on the verge of collapse.

We agreed to come here to cause trouble and show off our sect’s power?
Why was he suppressed everywhere after arriving at the place, and in the end, he was easily beaten by others, and he could only leave in despair?

It was promised that the Lan Yue Sect would not take over and the orthodoxy would be destroyed?
An orthodox tradition that is about to be destroyed can beat us like this?

So what are we?
(End of this chapter)