Because it is not uncommon to find a blessed land left by a certain senior and establish a sect that reaches heaven in one go. He knows of several sects.
The situation of Tianqing Sect is obviously surprisingly similar to those of those sects.
However, although those sects were famous for a while, their foundation was insufficient. After exhausting the cultivation resources left by their predecessors, they soon began to decline.
Nowadays, some are lost to the public, and some have long since disintegrated and been forgotten.
Nangong Zhiyuan felt relieved after finally understanding the details of Tianqing Sect.
Although the Tianqing Sect is at its peak now, in the final analysis, it still relies on the cultivation resources left by its predecessors to forcibly improve its cultivation.
Even if they also obtained the immortal sword skills left by the powerful senior, how could they learn the essence without the inheritance of insights from dozens of generations?
This kind of so-called strong man who has no corresponding immortal sword skills is just a showman. It's okay to bully the monks whose cultivation is far inferior to them. Facing the monks with similar cultivation is just looking for abuse.
"Mo Tianchen, draw your sword!" Nangong Zhiyuan said bluntly after giving Mo Tianchen a contemptuous look.
"Although our Wuji Immortal Palace doesn't care about worldly affairs, we can't let others bully our descendants. Senior Brother Nangong, teach him a lesson." The young man behind him also said indignantly.
"Mo Tianchen, draw your sword!"
"Mo Tianchen, draw your sword!" The other Wuji Immortal Palace disciples also shared the same hatred and shouted loudly.
"Uncle, I can't do it, I can't do it." Pang Henian had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Nangong Zhiyuan's hesitation, but he didn't expect that he still refused to give up in the end. He was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold him. .
Thinking about it in Nangong Zhiyuan, even if Mo Tianchen really reached the level of transcending tribulation, he would be just a showman and not vulnerable at all. However, he had suffered at Mo Tianchen's hands and knew that things were by no means that simple.
Yesterday, in front of all the major sects and aristocratic families, Mo Tianchen slapped him to the point of rolling around. He was tricked by his precious brother, but he didn't want his uncle to fall into the trap as well.
"He Nian, you don't have to persuade me. When we ask about cultivation, what we cultivate is true temperament. If our descendants are bullied by others and they have to pretend to be deaf and mute and ignore it, what else are we asking about and what truth are we cultivating?" Nangong Zhiyuan said. Unmoved, he shook off Pang Henian's hand.
"But the Wuji Immortal Palace invites all the major sects and families to come and participate in the trial. As a disciple of the Immortal Palace, uncle, you do something to the invited fellow cultivators. It is unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally." Seeing that he had made up his mind, Pang Henian knew that he could not persuade him, so he could only move out of Wuji Immortal Palace.
Nangong Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard this: This is a problem. As a close disciple of the Great Elder of Wuji Immortal Palace, it is indeed inappropriate for him to take action against fellow cultivators who were invited to participate in the trial.
Those who don’t know better think that he is bullying others and spreading the word will only ruin the reputation of the Immortal Palace.
Subconsciously, he glanced at the fellow disciples behind him.
Even though they are all filled with righteous indignation and share the same hatred, they may not have any good intentions. It's possible that you're just adding fuel to the fire and waiting to see you make a mistake.
There is no way, wherever there are people, there will be disputes. As a closed disciple of the Great Elder of Wuji Immortal Palace, he was envious and jealous behind his back, and there were many people who wanted to catch him by his pigtails.
Is this the only way to let Mo Tianchen go?
But looking at the two nephews he had not seen for many years, and thinking about the sister who had taken care of him since he was a child, he was called sister, but in fact he was just like his mother. How could he swallow this bad breath?
His mind was spinning rapidly, and Nangong Zhiyuan's heart suddenly lit up.
"Mo Tianchen, what happened today has nothing to do with Wuji Immortal Palace. I saw that you have extraordinary cultivation, so I admire you and want to compete with you. Do you dare to challenge?" Nangong Zhiyuan said loudly.
Although Wuji Immortal Palace prohibits its disciples from bullying others, it does not prevent them from competing with outsiders.
Over the years, disciples who went out to inquire for information often concealed their identities and attacked others. As long as Pang Henian's personal grudges are not involved, it does not violate the sect's rules for him to challenge Mo Tianchen.
"Why don't you dare?" Mo Tianchen said proudly.
"Okay, let's limit it to three swords. As long as you can accept my three swords, I will lose this duel." Seeing that Mo Tianchen agreed so easily, Nangong Zhiyuan was overjoyed.
Since he was determined to avenge Pang Henian, of course he would not show mercy to Mo Tianchen. There was actually no difference between three swords, thirty swords, and three hundred swords.
The limit of three swords was mainly to give an explanation to Wuji Immortal Palace and the cultivation world of Tiancang Continent, to prove that he was indeed only competing with Mo Tianchen because of his cultivation level, and had no other intentions, so as not to attract criticism, especially to avoid This attracted criticism from the elders of the Immortal Palace who bullied him.
"Three swords?" Mo Tianchen looked at him with a strange look.
Noticing the strange color in his eyes, Nangong Zhiyuan regretted a little: Could it be that he spoke too much and scared him?
That's right, if others don't know his details, he himself doesn't even have the most basic self-awareness. If he regrets it now, it will not be easy.
If he had known it, he would have said Ten Swords, and he would not have been frightened like this.
"Why, don't you have the guts to connect with my three swords?" The words had been spoken, and it was too late to change his words now. Nangong Zhiyuan could only use the provocation method, pulled out the long sword, pointed at Mo Tianchen and said contemptuously.
"No, you misunderstood." Mo Tianchen shook his head and said, "Just one sword is enough, and you only have one chance to take action."
What! His words were like a thunder exploding out of thin air, stunning everyone.
Although Nangong Zhiyuan has not taken action yet, he can easily see Pang Henian's injuries and guess that his cultivation level must be above that of overcoming tribulations.
They were both overcoming the tribulation, even if Nangong Zhiyuan was from an ordinary cultivating family or a demonic cultivating family, he wouldn't be unable to take even one of Mo Tianchen's moves, right?
What's more, he is still a disciple of Wuji Immortal Palace. He really thinks that the ancient sword skills and ancient immortal arts that Wuji Immortal Palace gives out like cabbage in every trial are just a joke.
Even outsiders can obtain such precious ancient sword skills and ancient immortal arts. How exquisite should Nangong Zhiyuan, a disciple of the great elder of the Immortal Palace, be?
I don't know where Mo Tianchen got the courage to say such big words?
"Hahahaha, it's just that I was lucky enough to find the blessed land left by my seniors and forcibly improve my cultivation level. How can I be so arrogant?
Okay, today I will let you see what it means to have someone outside the world and a sky beyond the sky! "Nangong Zhiyuan was originally worried that Mo Tianchen would go back on his word and be unwilling to accept his challenge. He did not expect that he would make such "wild talk" and was so angry that he laughed out loud.
Hearing his words, Gu Qingxi almost laughed out loud.
Obviously, Nangong Zhiyuan thought that his master relied on the cave heaven and paradise left by his predecessors to forcibly improve his cultivation level, but he did not have the immortal sword skills to match his cultivation level, so he did not take his master seriously at all.
Speaking of it, his guess was somewhat reasonable. The fact that the master could be promoted to the realm of transcending tribulation so quickly had a lot to do with the training place she left behind. However, he thought that the master could not produce decent immortal sword skills. That could not be more wrong.
Seeing the wild smile on Nangong Zhiyuan's face, Gu Qingxi shook her head and mourned for him in advance.
