Chapter 802 I Have a Sword, Please Teach Me!

Xu Yeqing, who was on the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the leader was pointing the finger at Meng Fan, he thought that the leader was forcing Meng Fan to express his position and recognize himself as the master of the sword pavilion.

No matter how bold and lawless this kid is, he dares to contradict himself, but he will definitely not dare to contradict the leader.

Meng Fan raised his head and glanced at the leader, his eyes full of determination.

"My thoughts and attitude are very simple and clear. Jiange belongs to Mr. Lin."

Jiange belongs to Mr. Lin, Xu Yeqing wants to get involved, but he can't! !

Lin Jinghong sighed slightly. He actually knew Meng Fan's attitude. This question was obviously unnecessary, but he had to ask it.

Because he is the leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, many things must be considered from the perspective of the Shushan Sword Sect.

And if there is no personal relationship involved and the consideration is purely based on the Shushan Sword Sect, then Xu Yeqing is indeed the most suitable candidate to succeed Lin Bianyun as the master of the sword pavilion.

"Sword Pavilion is the important place of Shushan Sword Sect. After all, it cannot remain without an owner." Lin Jinghong's tone was full of helplessness, and he continued to ask Meng Fan: "Do you understand?"

After saying these words, Xu Yeqing couldn't help but feel happy. Because what the leader said was obviously on his side, revealing his intention to become the master of the sword pavilion.

Stable!

Meng Fan naturally understood what Lin Jinghong meant, or understood Lin Jinghong's dilemma.

Many people envy people in high positions and their weight, but many people also ignore the pressure and helplessness of those in high positions.

Therefore, Meng Fan did not blame the leader because it was the right thing to do from the leader's point of view.

But I am not the leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, so I don't need to have any worries or helplessness.

If you don’t want to hand over Jiange, then you don’t want to hand it over.

"Master, I understand what you said." Meng Fan nodded and replied.

Lin Jinghong sighed. He thought that Meng Fan was acquiescing to his wishes, which meant that he was giving in and letting Xu Yeqing take over Jiange.

To be honest, he was quite surprised.

Because based on his understanding of Meng Fan, he felt that Meng Fan should not be someone who "gives in" so easily.

It can only be said that this boy Meng Fan has also grown up.

Growth is something that many people have to experience and must do. Even if you don’t actively want to do it, you will do it passively.

"but……"

But the two words that followed Meng Fan's mouth made Lin Jinghong's brows slightly raised again.

These two words represent a turning point.

Sure enough, I knew that this boy would not "give in" so easily.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinghong couldn't help but reveal a smile.

This smile is very mysterious.

From his perspective, we hope that Meng Fan will recognize the reality clearly, because at this moment Jiange is indeed more suitable to be handed over to Xu Yeqing.

The worst thing is, just wait until Lin Bianyun comes back and then return the sword pavilion to Lin Bianyun.

No matter what Xu Yeqing did, he was not qualified to speak loudly with Lin Bianyun, let alone compete for the sword pavilion.

This is just a transition.

Of course, these are all from the objective perspective of the head of Shushan, but from Lin Jinghong's personal perspective, he hopes that Meng Fan will be able to compete head-on.

Although he didn't think Meng Fan was qualified to compete with Xu Yeqing, but what if?

Human beings will always have some unrealistic fantasies when they are born, and Lin Jinghong is the same.

"But what?" Lin Jinghong asked Meng Fan.

"However, I don't want to!" Meng Fan said firmly: "The Jiange belongs to Mr. Lin, and Xu Yeqing is not worthy of it. Even if Mr. Lin is gone now, the Jiange will not be handed over to others!"

"Others, if Lin Bianyun is not there, who do you think is not the other person? The Jiange cannot be left without an owner. Even if it is not handed over to Xu Yeqing's hands, it will eventually be handed over to others." Lin Jinghong continued to ask.

As soon as he said this, Xu Yeqing, who was standing aside, felt a little panicked.

The cooked duck flew?

From what the leader said, it seemed that he wanted to refer to this boy's opinion and wanted to see whose hands this boy would hand over the sword pavilion?

In the entire Shushan Sword Sect, no one is more suitable than himself to become the new master of the sword pavilion.

The leader is confused! ! !

How can we refer to this boy's opinion?

"Master..." Xu Yeqing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lin Jinghong.

"Shut up, I'm not talking to you right now."

Lin Jinghong, the leader of Shushan, was still very dignified. As soon as he said these words, Xu Yeqing actually shut his mouth obediently.

Xu Yeqing forced himself to calm down. No matter who Meng Fan said was suitable for the master of the sword pavilion, he would inevitably compete with himself.

He is still very confident!

As a result, Meng Fan's words shocked him.

"Master, if the sword pavilion must have a master." Meng Fan looked at Lin Jinghong, paused for a moment, and then continued: "Then the disciple is not talented. The disciple wants to guard the sword pavilion for Mr. Lin and temporarily become the master of the sword pavilion. !”

Who is not a bystander?

You are the only one who is not someone else!

Meng Fan's words immediately shocked everyone present, including Xu Yeqing and even Lin Jinghong, who had completely expected Meng Fan to say such a thing.

Not only that, Senior Brother Luo and Senior Brother Jin, who were hiding behind the gate of Jiange and eavesdropping, were also shocked.

The two people stared at each other.

They all feel that Meng Fan is crazy.

【Meng Fan】

【Lord of Sword Pavilion】

These two words are completely unrelated.

"Ridiculous, he simply doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!" Xu Yeqing couldn't help but interrupt again.

At the same time, he was laughing in his heart. This kid is crazy.

If this kid really recommends an elder to be the master of the Sword Pavilion, it seems that the attitude of the headmaster really supports it.

But this kid wants to be the master of the Sword Pavilion himself, which is simply a fantasy. It can only be described as ridiculous.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Lin Jinghong looked at Meng Fan, his eyes full of seriousness, or severity.

Even though he thought he knew Meng Fan a little, he didn't expect Meng Fan to say that.

This is too ridiculous.

There is no self-awareness at all.

Ridiculous!

"Disciple knows very well what he is talking about. Since the Sword Pavilion needs a Sword Pavilion Master, then the disciple will become the Sword Pavilion Master." Meng Fan said with a firm face and neither humble nor arrogant.

"Do you know who the competitors for the Sword Pavilion Master are? What right do you have to compete with them?" Lin Jinghong said with a straight face.

"I don't know who the competitors for the master of the Sword Pavilion are, but I know that the biggest competitor is Elder Xu in front of me." Meng Fan looked at Xu Yeqing and said calmly.

As long as he can compete with Elder Xu, the position of the master of the Sword Pavilion will be stable.

Lin Jinghong rolled his eyes.

He thought that Xu Yeqing was a cultivator who had entered the Hedao realm, which was three major realms higher than you.

He was really confused!

At this moment, Meng Fan no longer paid attention to the headmaster's thoughts. He stared at Xu Yeqing with burning eyes and said:

"Elder Xu, I have a sword, please teach me!"

As he said this, the door of the Sword Pavilion opened instantly.

In the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, countless swords poured out, turning into streams of light, hovering above Meng Fan's head.

Then, the swords on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion also swarmed out and merged into the swords in the sky.

I have a sword.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect!