Sun Ruoyu turned around, her eyes filled with anger and scolded: "elder Du, what do you mean? Brother Ma is my friend and the candidate designated by my grandfather. He is the future patriarch. You are presumptuous!"


    Old Du looked up and down at Zhuo Wen in surprise and said with a sneer: "it''s the waste of the Heavenly Master? Miss Ruoyu, it''s not that I don''t believe in the art of heavenly calculation. I think the old master should have miscalculated. If this waste serves as the master of our Juling sect, it will only bring our Juling sect to the fire pit."


    "Elder Chen Yuanshui is the most suitable candidate. He is not far from the second step of preaching. He can break through at any time. As long as there is a strong God in our Juling sect, he will not decline and will continue to prosper."


    At this point, elder Du''s tone became very impolite and continued: "miss Ruoyu, you are too persistent in the art of celestial arithmetic. Like the old patriarch, that thing is all vain in my opinion. It is because you have been persistent in the art of celestial arithmetic that the Juling sect has changed into what it is now."


    Sun Ruoyu was very angry and looked at elder Du incredulously. She didn''t expect that elder Du had this idea.


    "Elder Du, please pay attention to your words. The art of heavenly calculation is the foundation of our Juling sect and a powerful Taoist method handed down from generation to generation. You..."


    Before sun Ruoyu finished, he was immediately interrupted by elder Du: "miss Ruoyu, if you weren''t the granddaughter of the old patriarch, I would teach you a lesson now."


    "Let me ask you, since the art of heavenly calculation is so magical, why did our Juling sect decline to its present appearance? We always hoped that the old patriarch could make our Juling sect rise."


    "But what we are looking forward to is disappointment again and again. We have had enough. What bullshit celestial arithmetic, what bullshit heirs of destiny, everything is shit! I Du Yu only believe in the things in front of me, not the illusory destiny."


    Elder Du said more and more excitedly and shouted at sun Ruoyu.


    Sun Ruoyu''s face was white. She couldn''t help but step back and murmured, "do you think so?"


    "It''s not just me. All the brothers in the sect think so. We''ve had enough of the old patriarch. Now that he''s dead, it''s best to choose the patriarch. We won''t bother the old patriarch''s so-called divine arithmetic. We''ll decide the real successor by ourselves."


    "Elder Chen Yuanshui is the best candidate for the next patriarch. Miss Ruoyu, you don''t have to intervene in this matter. You''re too young to understand anything. If you let your temperament choose your successor, it will only bring Juling sect into the abyss."


    Elder Du said, and the dozen monks echoed in unison, looking coldly at sun Ruoyu.


    Sun Ruoyu was out of her mind. She didn''t expect that the disciples and elders in the sect had such deep resentment against her grandfather.


    With a sigh, sun Ruoyu seemed to have lost her vitality. She looked at Zhuo Wen stopped by elder Du and said with a bitter smile: "brother Ma, I''m really sorry. I didn''t expect that my grandfather and I had been criticized and opposed by so many people in the sect. This time has affected you!"


    Then sun Ruoyu looked at elder Du and said in a quiet way, "you can do whatever the patriarch inherits, but this is my friend. Let him go!"


    Seeing that sun Ruoyu was soft, elder Du looked at Zhuo Wen disdainfully and said angrily, "leave? Miss Ruoyu, didn''t the old patriarch say that the young man with two scars on his face is the real heir?"


    "Since he is the heir calculated by the old patriarch, there must be something extraordinary! In order to prove that the old patriarch is wrong, I will destroy the heir calculated by the old patriarch today."


    When elder Du saw Zhuo Wen, he guessed that the latter should be the monk mentioned before the old patriarch died.


    "Chen Yu, you go to meet the heir of this destiny!" elder Du hugged his chest with both hands, stepped back and sneered.


    "Yes!"


    A young man in blue walked out of the dozen monks at the gate of the hall. With a clang, he pulled out a sharp divine sword from behind. He took a killing opportunity with his eyes and stepped out step by step, such as the flying immortal outside the sky, who was killing Zhuo Wen.


    The young man in blue is a move to kill Zhuo Wen. Obviously, he wants to kill Zhuo Wen.


    Sun Ruoyu stamped his feet angrily and wanted to stop it, but he was intercepted in advance by two friars around him.


    Zhuo Wen has been watching quietly. Now he sees that old Du wants to take him as a target, and a sneer appears at the corners of his mouth.


    Seeing that Zhuo Wen could laugh at this time, the young man in blue couldn''t help but sneer and say, "death is coming. It''s really thanks to you that you can laugh."


    "Dying?"


    Zhuo Wen asked, his right hand slowly poked out, the void suddenly pressed, and then a magical scene appeared.


    I saw a young man in blue with a magic sword in his hand and shining all over his body. Before he flew to Zhuo Wen, he fell to the ground from mid air for no reason.


    On the ground where the young man in blue is located, there are palm prints larger than the young man in blue.


    The young man in blue struggled to get up, but it was useless. It seemed that he was severely suppressed by some powerful force, and the blood in his mouth spat out.


    This unexpected scene made everyone dull.


    The young man in blue, who was just charming, fell from the air inexplicably and vomited blood on the ground like a dead dog.


    Zhuo Wen walked slowly to the young man in blue. His toes lifted the young man in blue''s chin and said faintly, "you just said I was dying, as if you said the opposite!"


    The young man in blue was extremely frightened. He didn''t know why a strange and terrible force suddenly appeared on him to suppress him, but he soon understood that the strange force must be the ghost of the young man in front of him.


    "I... I..."


    The young man in blue shivered all over and couldn''t say a word clearly.


    "You dare!"


    Elder Du was the first to react. When he kicked his right foot, a terrible ripple burst out from the soles of his feet and spread in all directions. Elder Du disappeared in situ and appeared in front of Zhuo Wen.


    "Die!"


    Elder Du roared, and his right palm burst out a blazing white light, which suddenly smashed into Zhuo Wen''s heart.


    Elder Du is the top strongman of the Taoist yuan Lord. If this palm is hit, even the strongman in the early days of the mixed yuan Lord will be seriously injured.


    Boom!


    Elder Du''s palm finally burst into Zhuo Wen''s heart, and the terrible white mans broke out, like a blazing day rising. More than a dozen people in the hall narrowed their eyes and couldn''t see what was going on in the white light.


    "This son is so arrogant that he attracts Mr. Du. This time it''s over!"


    "I saw with my own eyes that old Du clapped out the guy''s heart. I''m afraid the guy will take off his skin if he doesn''t die."


    “……”


    Stimulated by the strong white light, many monks could not see how the war was going, but they were full of confidence in Du Changlao. After all, Du Changlao did blast all the offensive into Zhuo Wen''s chest.