Chapter 33: The City Lord's Position

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After Ximen Yanyan's words fell, the venue was silent, no one responded, and everyone's eyes fell on the face of the first elder.

The Great Elder Yang Yan, the elder brother of the previous generation Yunxiao City Lord Yang Lie, is ninety-five years old this year. At this time, he closed his eyes and lowered his head as if he was asleep, without any intention to speak.

Suddenly, a middle-aged elder stood up and said, "I have a few words to say and a few questions to ask."

Ximen Yanyan said, "Uncle Tang Bozhao, please!"

This person has the same identity as Ximen Wuya. He is also the son-in-law of Yunxiao City. His wife is the daughter of another elder brother of Yang Lie, so Ximen Yanyan calls him his cousin. This person ranks fifth in the Presbyterian Church.

Tang Bozhao looked at Yang Dingtian and said, "Excuse me, how is your cultivation?"

"Just after the enlightenment period." Yang Dingtian said.

"What?" Tang Bozhao said in shock, with an expression of disbelief: "Just after the enlightenment period? A person who has just passed the enlightenment period wants to become the new Yunxiao City Lord?"

"Everyone, under the leadership of the city lord of Ximen, my Yunxiao City has conquered countless sect forces and knelt down under my Yunxiao City with iron and blood. The territory has expanded from less than a hundred miles to a thousand miles. In the past 20 years, my Yunxiao City has killed countless people and made thousands of enemies. When the city lord of Ximen was there, no one dared to stroke my tiger whiskers in Yunxiao City. However, now the city lord of Ximen is gone. , My Yunxiao City has entered the most dangerous time."

"In this thousand-mile land, how many forces have a deep hatred with my Yunxiao City? How many forces have surrendered on the surface and hatred in the heart? As long as we are a little weak, this group of people will rush up and kill Yunxiao City. At the time of planting, do you want to make a person who has just passed the enlightenment period to become the new Yunxiao City Lord?" Tang Bozhao said coldly: "Does this mean that our Yunxiao City didn't die fast enough?"

"Therefore, I firmly oppose Yang Dingtian becoming the heir to the Yunxiao City Lord." Tang Bozhao said decisively.

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

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Of the eight elders present, only two did not agree. Yanyan's mother is more grieved than her heart is dying. Although she is sitting here, she seems to have only a body, and her soul has gone with her husband.

Simon Lie sat there without saying a word. The elder still lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep. And Yanyan has no right to vote with a show of hands.

There is also a person who did not agree is Ximen Fear, he is the director of Yunxiao City, the second adopted son of Ximen Wuya, the adopted son with the most power, and the adopted son who is most valued and loved by Ximen Wuya.

When Yanyan saw that Ximen feared and did not raise his hand, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. At least, the adopted son, whom his father loves and values, is still loyal.

Ximen Yanyan stared at Tang Bozhao coldly and said, "Are you going to violate my father's orders?"

Tang Bozhao said slowly: "Excuse me, do you have any evidence to prove that the city lord appointed Yang Dingtian as the heir of Yunxiao city lord? Did any third person hear or see this scene?"

At this moment, Ximen Yan walked in slowly and saluted the elders: "I was just outside the door at the time, and I didn't hear or see it."

Tang Bozhao nodded and said, "Thank you for your testimony, you can go out now."

Ximen Yan Chaoyang sneered and walked out.

Ximen Yanyan's face suddenly turned pale, and he said with a sneer: "Could it be that my father betrothed me to Yang Dingtian? Isn't that enough? Can't my husband be the heir to the Yunxiao City Lord?"

Tang Bozhao said, "Who knows, Yanyan, if you had an affair with him before, so you won the title of City Lord Yunxiao for him?"

Ximen Yanyan's tender body trembled, and a mouthful of blood was about to pour out, but he desperately swallowed it back.

Tang Bozhao said: "Without the orders of your parents, private appointments are invalid for life. Therefore, your marriage with Yang Dingtian cannot be counted. As the daughter of the city lord, you should have a better place to belong, and you should treat Yunxiao City better. a greater contribution."

Yanyan's face changed, and he said, "What do you mean?"

Tang Bozhao said: "Not long ago, the Northwest Qin family sent an envoy to form an ally with my Yunxiao City, and to make Miss Yanyan the young lady of the Northwest Qin family. Before that, my Yunxiao City might have been dismissive. But now, we need a strong ally to ensure the safety of my Yunxiao City, after all, apart from the city lord, I have no grandmaster-level powerhouse in Yunxiao City."

It seems that the Qin family in the northwest already knew the truth about Ximen Wuya in advance.

Ximen Yanyan finally couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, overflowing from the corner of his mouth. She could never have imagined that this group of people would not only deprive Yang Dingtian of the city lord heir, but also give her to the Qin family in the northwest as a gift.

"Uncle." Yanyan's mother suddenly said, "My husband just..., is your Yang family so eager to rebel?"

The first elder Yang Yan opened his turbid eyes and said slowly: "Mrs. Ximen, don't forget, you are also a member of the Yang family."

Madam Ximen shook her head and said, "No, I am from the Ximen family, not the Yang family."

"Hmph, women are so ruthless and unscrupulous." Another old man got up in anger and said, "Even if you Yang Peipei belonged to Ximen's family, all the dynasties in Yunxiao City belonged to my Yang family. It's just that in this generation, we will be handed over temporarily. It's just for Ximen Wuya. Ximen Wuya is gone, and Yunxiao City will naturally belong to my Yang family."

Mrs. Ximen Yang Peipei's beautiful eyes froze, and she said slowly, "Unfortunately, there is no one in the Yang family except for a few old people."

"Isn't that because your man killed my Yang family?" the old man said angrily.

Madam Ximen said sternly: "Second uncle, don't forget. It is your Yang family who is not angry that my husband has won the position of the city lord of Yunxiao, seduced foreign enemies, killed my father, and also killed our family and took away the position of the city lord of Yunxiao. In this way, my husband just killed the first villain, still spared most of their lives, and just drove them out."

"Also, Second Uncle, you married your daughter to the Qin family in the northwest and tried to attract strong support. Now you want to send my daughter to the Qin family in the northwest as a cargo? Then I will wait until I die." Ximen Madam said coldly: "My husband married Yanyan to Yang Dingtian, and Yang Dingtian is the new Yunxiao City Lord."

Then, Yang Peipei suddenly drew out the long sword and said coldly, "If anyone objects, ask the long sword in my hand first."

Mrs. Simon is indeed such a hot temperament.

"Hmph, then I'll teach you this junior." The second elder snorted coldly, jumped up suddenly, and was about to rush towards Yang Peipei.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Dingtian said more.

The second elder said coldly and disdainfully, "How can you speak here?"

Yang Dingtian said: "I know that it is completely ridiculous and generous to be the heir of Yunxiao City with my current cultivation base. Not to mention that the elders will not agree, nor will the vast number of disciples of Yunxiao City."

When Ximen Yanyan saw Yang Dingtian say this, he couldn't help but glared at him and said, "Yang Dingtian, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Dingtian continued: "I remember that City Lord Yang Lie appointed his son-in-law Ximen Wuya as the new heir of City Lord Yunxiao, which also caused dissatisfaction of the entire Presbyterian Church, especially the Yang clan. So much so that one year after the death of City Lord Yang Lie There are many, there is no new city lord in Yunxiao City. In order to quell the public anger, Uncle Ximen Wuya proposed to hold a big battle of the city lord, and use force to decide who becomes the new Yunxiao city lord. Any disciple of the 19th generation of Yunxiao City can do it. Participate in Dajue Wu to compete for the throne of the city master."

That's right, even though Ximen Wuya was designated as the heir by Yang Lie back then. But in the end, he still defeated everyone in Yunxiao City through a grand finale and truly ascended to the throne of the city lord.

Yang Dingtian continued: "So, I propose that the new city lord of Yunxiao City will also be generated by the big battle. Whoever wins the final victory in the big competition will be the new Yunxiao city lord, how?"

After Yang Dingtian finished speaking, the venue was silent.

A few minutes later, the elder Yang Yan said: "So, when do you think the grand finale will be held?"

"Yes." Tang Bozhao sneered: "It can't be held in five years, but in ten years. During that time, Yunxiao City will have no owner."

"Two years later." Yang Dingtian said: "I once promised Ximen Yan that I would fight against him in two years. If I lose, I will give up the position of the heir of Yunxiao City Lord and be expelled from Yunxiao City. Put it together with the grand finale."

"Two years is too long." The elder Yang Yan said: "The position of the Yunxiao City Lord can't be vacant for that long, and the final battle will be held next winter at the latest."

"No." Yang Peipei said: "A year and a half is too short, absolutely not."

At this time, the longer the time of the grand finale was pushed back, the better it would be for Yang Dingtian.

Yang Yan said indifferently: "You object? That's fine, then raise your hands to vote. Those who agree to hold the battle of the city lord on December 29 next winter, raise your hands."

Suddenly, several elders raised their hands.

It was still six to two. In short, Yang Dingtian was definitely at a disadvantage in the vote of the Council of Elders.

"Voted." Yang Yan said lightly: "Yang Peipei, Ximenlie, can you submit to the vote of the Presbyterian Council? If you don't agree, then expel the Presbyterian Council!"

Yang Peipei and Ximenlie looked at each other, were silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "We agree that the grand finale will be held on December 29 next year."

"Okay, then it's settled, the meeting is over." Yang Yan said, then got up and walked outside with a cane.

After walking a few steps, the elder Yang Yan said to the sky in Chaoyang: "Thank you for your proposal to solve the big problem of Yunxiao City, but you can't participate in the big battle, because you are not a disciple of Yunxiao City."

"What?" Yang Dingtian exclaimed.

The expressions of Ximen Yanyan and Ximen Lie also changed suddenly.

Elder Yang Yan smiled and said: "Because, you are not a disciple of Yunxiao City."

Yang Dingtian felt a chill in his heart. This Yang Yan was taciturn. He thought he was somewhat respected, but he didn't expect it to be so shameless.

Holding back his anger, Yang Yan sneered: "I am the husband of Ximen Yanyan, and the son-in-law of the city lord of Ximen. Why am I not a disciple of Yunxiao City? Why didn't I participate in next year's grand showdown as the heir of Yunxiao City lord?"

Elder Yang Yan did not speak, but Tang Bozhao sneered with contempt: "Because, you are too weak to be a disciple of Yunxiao City."