"Who hasn't been young? Everyone has troubles. I didn't have anyone to take care of me at that time. The world is difficult and dangerous, and there is no distinction between age and seniority in the sword field. Junior brother, it is too narrow-minded to talk about age. Alright."
It's coming, it's coming... They know that this person's bad temper may be late, but he will never be absent. The leader really knows this deeply and knows best how to arouse the dissatisfaction of his senior brother.
Some of the younger Nascent Soul monks lowered their heads unconsciously, pretending to think, and continued to observe the desk, while those drinking tea kept silent, not wanting to get involved in this matter. They don't want to be stabbed halfway by a crooked knife.
Don't think it's better if they are brothers and sisters, but it's not good if they are nosy.
"Of course that's not what I meant. It's just that I don't understand a little bit. Since my junior brother has personally said that everyone has come all the way from the past, naturally he should also understand the scenery that people face when they are at a low place. Why should senior brother be an elder? Want to be aggressive with juniors? So demanding."
Xuan Ling suddenly became silent and regretted why he had just added such a word, but Xuan Yang grabbed his sore leg and said.
He has never been good at words, and every time Zhenjun Xuanyang would talk around him, it seemed that he ignored him.
Immediately, the two of them seemed to return to normal, neither of them paying attention to the other, and continued to stare at the water mirror in the middle.
"These two people are acting like enemies. I don't think this will end well. I'm afraid of careless control... How can these two teach such terrible things to children?"
"What to teach?" A younger generation asked confusedly, not knowing much about anything.
"Do you know what the spiritual mist that fills the field is?"
They shook their heads honestly. Sword Moyun is still too far-fetched, and many younger generation of monks have never heard of it. Of course, they didn’t know that Xuanyang Xuanling possessed this secret skill.
This method has been in the hands of their master for a long time, and they were often used when they were young, but that has become a very long time ago. Most of the people who still know about it are dead, and those who are still alive have been with him for a lifetime, each worrying about his own path. Naturally, no one shows off the existence of this secret skill.
Later, their master no longer used this secret skill, and only passed on this relatively interesting secret skill to his disciples, namely Xuanyang and Xuanling. Now those who have inherited this skill have become their respective disciples... It's funny to say that this is the first time in many years that this secret skill has been reappeared in front of the public.
It has been so long...so long that people have forgotten the existence of this secret skill.
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He prepared for this grand ceremony earlier than everyone imagined. Even before the joint competition was announced, he had already started preparing for this battle.
The disciple of True Lord Xuanyang is Lin Pingzhen. How could he not know?
His talents and understanding are all bad, and his cultivation has improved rapidly and steadily. He was promoted to Jindan in less than ten years after starting. Let alone the Wuhua sect, it is rare to be placed in the southeastern border.
Of course, such qualifications are not something that people should be afraid of. After all, this kind of qualification is not uncommon in the world of cultivation. There are a large number of them every year, and they really can't compare with others.
But the problem is that such a person still has the most orthodox identity and resources.
As the disciple of the real master, he already has a natural advantage. Whether it's resources or connections, the other disciples in the sect can't find them. What's more, True Lord Xuanyang values him very much, and his words and deeds over the years have vaguely suggested that he will be the next successor to the head of the family.
This is what he can't bear the most.
This is probably a sad continuation of fate. True Lord Xuanling has been defeated by True Lord Xuanyang all his life. He can only huddle aside and linger in depression, making himself uncomfortable all the time.
His resentment and ideas seemed to be passed on to his disciples along with this period of unsatisfactory life, and became a major nutrient for the growth of Pingyang Zhenren.
Think about it, what kind of mental outlook will a monk who is trapped in resentment and ambition, dissatisfaction and unwillingness have... You don't have to think about it to know. In this case, if it doesn't grow crookedly, it will be a good seedling.
As he wished, Pingyang was as ambitious as his name.
Pingyang Zhenren is a real careerist. He wants the top resources, he wants power, and he wants the supreme status. Even if what he has is not bad, it cannot hinder his further ambitions.
Those who have what he wants naturally become stumbling blocks in his way.
Lin Pingzhen was the most conspicuous obstacle in his eyes.
The existence of this man was a major roadblock to his path to the highest position. As long as the other party exists, he will never be the center of attention, and he will never be able to get in front of those old men who have never changed.
What a fate they have... The masters who were enemies in the past were all young disciples under their respective masters' names, and they had the experience of taking charge of the power of their disciples after they had achieved some success. The two have very similar life trajectories.
The other party is the heir that the leader is optimistic about. Unfortunately, he also wants to be the leader.
Isn’t it true that we are enemies on a narrow road?
After learning that the other party was successfully promoted to Jindan, this idea became more and more firm in his mind.
He must knock down the other party's arrogance and not let the other party become arrogant. Before the other party can form a powerful force and gain the support of more people, he will be the sniper.
Lin Pingzhen's reputation within the sect was so high that everyone paid attention to him, and every move he made was extremely magnified.
What kind of temperament does the other person have, what is he good at, down to his little moves and habits, not to be missed. He had deduced Lin Pingzhen's reaction and response in various situations countless times, reviewed and tried again and again, just for this moment.
He may not know about the joint competition, but his desire to beat Lin Pingzhen has clearly not changed.
Therefore, it can be said that it is inevitable that others will have an absolute advantage in the current competition.
However, Lin Pingzhen is a living person. He can move and think, how could he really be indifferent to the current situation.
Master Pingyang could feel that Lin Pingzhen was trying his best to rely on his checks and balances. It happened that every time he made a slight movement at that turning point. He sneered, how could it be possible for you to get what you want? It took a lot of effort to construct this situation.
Applying pressure again, Pingyang Zhenren's full spiritual pressure was thrown at Lin Pingzhen bit by bit, making him unable to spare any effort to break free.
"That...what is it?" Jin Lin frowned, seeming a little confused.
Between the two people, between the shadows of swords, the air lingering between them was shimmering. The halo around Pingyang Zhenren is slightly blue, and as his offensive is filled with the trajectory of his actions, it has a kind of freehand interest. The dazzling aperture makes Master Pingyang's solemn face look particularly majestic.
Lin Pingzhen's side was a different story. The clear, yellow-toned aura left a trail of substantial spiritual power bands in the air as he made defensive movements.
