At this time, in front of the main hall of the suzerain, countless disciples were busy, setting up a very beautiful grand ceremony in front of the main hall of the suzerain.
And in the very center of the Sovereign Hall, Sovereign He Xuanji was wearing a crown and sitting upright.
Although he was sitting on the first seat, if he looked closely at He Xuanji's position, he would find that He Xuanji was still a little shorter.
On top of him, sat Xu Xiangtian impressively.
"Holy Son, suzerain, the guests who came to the meeting have been waiting outside for a long time." A disciple ran over and whispered.
Xu Xiangtian snorted coldly, and waved his hands: "Let them wait outside, these bastards should kill their vigor."
At this time, Xu Xiangtian was wearing a golden brocade robe, very mighty.
The disciple immediately ran out to deliver the letter.
He Xuanji frowned and said, "Tian'er, why don't you go out and meet them? Although these people are only affiliated forces of my Tai Dao Sect, they should be friends no matter what."
Xu Xiangtian raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "It's just a group of ants, why should I make friends with them."
In the past, when Xu Xiangtian was still a Daoist, he would still make gestures and often communicate with these small and medium sects.
But now, he doesn't need to put on a pose.
He is the Holy Son.
? Superior to all the masters in the ice field, one person under ten thousand.
Why is he wasting his energy on hypocritical performances for the support of those people?
At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the door.
"What's going on outside?" He Xuanji scolded.
A disciple ran in from the outside and said in a panic, "It's Senior Brother Han Zhuo. He insists on seeing the Holy Son, and we dare not stop him."
He Xuanji frowned suddenly: "Let him in."
Han Zhuo soon arrived in the main hall, and saw Xu Xiangtian aloof at a glance.
"Xu Xiangtian, did you send someone to arrest the people from Zangxiu Peak and Qiankun Peak!" Han Zhuo asked sharply.
Because of supporting Lu Yu, he was disqualified from the holy land trial by He Xuanji.
However, Han Zhuo did not get depressed because of this, but frantically took on tasks and went out to hone himself.
He had just finished his mission and came back from the outside, and immediately heard that Xu Xiangtian ordered people from Tianxing Peak to arrest the inner disciples who had crossed paths with Lu Yu.
He Xuanji slapped the table: "Why are you talking to your senior brother? You still don't admit your mistake!"
Han Zhuo gritted his teeth and said, "Father, do you know what Xu Xiangtian did! There are so many disciples, what mistakes did they make, and they will be arrested and imprisoned in the prison!"
He Xuanji scolded angrily: "You have no place to speak here, so get out of here."
"Master, wait a minute."
Xu Xiangtian raised his head and looked at Han Zhuo with contemptuous eyes: "Yes, I did these things, what can you do to me?"
"I am the Holy Son, and what are you, worthy of coming here to question me?"
Han Zhuo smiled instead of anger: "Since the Holy Son has already made a move, why not arrest me too. You drove Fang Yun away because you wanted to cover the sky with one hand in the Tai Dao Sect. Now is your best chance to make a move. "
"enough!"
He Xuanji stood up slowly, walked in front of Han Zhuo, and slapped him hard.
Han Zhuo didn't expect that it would be his adoptive father who did it, and he was caught off guard and was shot flying to the ground, spitting blood.
"I owed your biological father back then. I have paid it back after so many years. I am no longer your father. You can go." He Xuanji was full of disappointment.
Why doesn't this kid just understand the situation?
Is it the opportunistic and precarious Young Master Piao Xuezong who is trustworthy, or his personal disciple, the Holy Son of the Ice Region, Xu Xiangtian, who is trustworthy?
Obviously, the balance in He Xuanji's heart is more inclined to the latter.
As for Lu Yu, He Xuanji always kept his disdain in his heart.
This kid has always been protected by countless strong men, but it's just luck. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com