Elders are worshipped in various factions on the Eastern continent.
Some are the ancestors behind their retreats.
Some are super masters hired for a large price.
They are almost equal to those of the major leaders and the palace masters.
It's even a point higher than their practice.
What shocked everyone was how the elders made such a hasty decision.
Zhang Xing seems not qualified enough!
Even though he was shocked (yan), he couldn't conquer everyone.
"Consecrate the elders?"
Zhang Xing blinked puzzledly: "Sorry, I'm not interested."
He didn't know what position it was to worship the elders.
Thinking about it, probably similar to the honorary elders.
It's the kind of laborer who doesn't care about anything at all and comes out when he comes to war.
He didn't have the leisure to help others fight.
In fact, he guessed a part of it, and this is the dedication to the elders.
However, the generous treatment made him ignore it.
This is no wonder, what others think is what rich resources this martial art will provide for him to cultivate.
And Zhang Xing didn't want anything other than Ling Shi.
Having a system at hand means having everything, but what use are those elixir?
"Zhang Xing, I'm afraid you don't understand what the offering is!"
"..."
The magic color clothing explained Zhang Xing a lot.
After listening, Zhang Xing blinked his eyes: "You mean that there is an ancestor like Shanmen?"
"Yes, if you serve as an elder, you will be equal with me and equal."
How could the magic color clothing guess what Zhang Xing thought.
As soon as Zhang Xing pondered, it seemed that this position was not bad.
"Well, I promise!"
The ecstatic smile on the face of the magic color clothing immediately appeared like a treasure.
Zhang Xingben's (body sh n) strength is not enough to worship the elders, but he is a potential stock.
Perhaps in another ten or twenty years, he will be able to reach His Holiness the Nine Stars.
Not to mention, he was amazing.
Not only can you promote the dragon with a finger, but you can also upgrade yourself.
If Mo Yushan encounters a battle, Zhang Xing's nine dragons are more powerful than their nine main palace masters.
If this is not enough, then no one can really serve this elder.
The voices of the other palace leaders just expressed their opposition.
In fact, it is in my heart and face that I can't accept it for a while.
A twelve-year-old boy was on an equal footing with these two hundred-year-olds.
How can you let these palace masters (qingqing)!
The magic color clothing did not pay attention to these transmissions.
The palace masters are also helpless, and the elders have always been strong.
Don't like others to sing against her.
So they all shut up and stopped persuading.
"It's great, Zhang Xing, no, Zhang obeisance, please first stay for a while (ri)."
"Wait for the ceremony before we get you started."
The magic color clothing arched his hand, bowed slightly with the gift of his peers.
At the same time, I can't help sighing.
A few days ago, this was a hairy teenager who she dismissed.
But today (ri) made himself whisper, and apologized to him in front of the whole mountain gate.
Also cheekily asked him to serve as an elder.
Hey! Life is too!
Who makes himself blind?
"Are there any celebrations?"
Zhang Xing asked with a frown.
"Of course, you are the youngest and most powerful (strong qiang) devotion elder in Moyushan, and you must publicize vigorously.
"In the southern regions, people with heads and faces will receive invitations."
"Let them see you together!"
"..."
The magic color is exaggerated, and praise is not bad.
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