"Senior brother, the leader." "Master." "I have met the true master, the leader."
"You're here." From a distance, True Lord Xuanyang saw the people in the Formation Hall crossing the sea of people and walking to the front desk, and nodded slightly towards True Lord Yuanheng.
Ning Xia found that the depression around the other party had dissipated a little, and his expression was slightly relaxed, and he seemed not to be so depressed anymore.
Looking at him from afar, he saw that the other person's eyebrows were high, the corners of his mouth were slightly drooped, the muscles on his face were visibly tense, and there was a frightening aura lingering all over his body. Honestly, it's really scary.
Now it seems that although the heavy aura around him has not diminished, the symptoms on his face have eased a lot, and he is no longer as silent and afraid to speak as he was just now.
"Senior Nephew Lin..."
Ningxia did not expect that the first person to ask questions would be True Lord Yuan Heng. He generously asked True Lord Xuanyang about Lin Pingzhen's situation, seemingly not caring about the gazes coming from not far away.
"...the two of them, one of whom belongs to metal and the other to water, are naturally related to each other. I never expected that the fluctuations of their spiritual powers would be so consistent. Two coincidences in a row immediately attracted the sword demon cloud to connect, triggering a linkage of spiritual powers, and then It's out of control..." True Lord Xuanyang sighed while stroking his palms.
Just now in the main hall, he immediately guessed that Jian Moyun might have lost control, but he still couldn't make it out clearly just by looking at the mirror image. When we arrived at the scene, we found that, as expected, there was a riot out of control.
The two of them had been practicing this skill for many years and had never encountered such a situation, but Lin Pingzhen and Wang Xiangwen did. It's good luck for both of them...
However, at this time, it is no longer useful to discuss who is responsible or how. It is better to find a way to resolve the matter quickly.
To deal with the situation at hand can actually be very simple, just force intervention and separate. This is fast, and it really works when it comes to critical moments. But this approach does a lot of damage.
When the two people's spiritual powers are intertwined, their spiritual powers resonate again, and the sword demon cloud is naturally entangled. If they are separated from the outside world by force, the spiritual power systems of the two people running will be damaged to a certain extent. Bad luck may even pose a causative obstacle. This is also the reason why they have not taken action directly.
Secondly, they have not forgotten what situation they are currently in. Lin Pingzhen and Wang Xiangwen were in the middle of a campaign. If they jumped in hastily, both of them might lose their qualifications to compete.
...You really can only rely on yourself.
I have to say that Xuanyang and Xuanling are indeed brothers who came from the same school. They are really confident in some aspects.
Since you don't get involved, you can really just let nature take its course.
Under such circumstances, whoever can get rid of the shackles of Jian Moyun will be the winner.
Different from others, this group of people are almost all old monsters who have been cultivating for many years. How could they not be able to see clearly the heavily shrouded scene.
Lin Pingzhen and Wang Xiangwen could clearly see what was going on inside.
Both of them were squeezed hard by the out-of-control Jian Moyun. The power of Jian Moyun was overwhelming, and they both fainted and lost consciousness for a time.
No matter who had the advantage before, it is no longer necessary to talk about it in this situation. Whoever can stay awake now may win this battle.
True Lord Xuanyang and True Lord Xuanling naturally feel that they are the best, and are convinced that they will be the victors.
Of course, only one person can win. They never expected that Lin Ping would react so quickly and wake up quickly, while the other one did not move at all and was still unconscious.
"Zhen, Zhenjun." The disciples who saw their master quickly surrounding him were frightened by Xuanling Zhenjun's expression, and shouted in a timid tone.
"What's the matter? If you have anything to say, please tell me." Zhenjun Xuanling was in a bad mood, and his tone was naturally harsh, but he still remembered to control his voice. But I still couldn't control the impatience on my face.
"Senior Brother Pingyang, he...he..."
"They are useless. They can't even speak a word well. They can't do anything well. It's really..."
The disciple was so stunned that he didn't dare to speak out for a moment, so he had no choice but to retreat back with his head lowered.
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Facing the confused looks of several cousins in the upper clan, and the clear expressions on the faces of a certain junior brother who was invited to come with him in the future, Shi Shaoyi sighed, why are these guys in his family a bit stupid? As a child of an aristocratic family, I have grown so old that I can't even understand the undercurrents surging within.
He was naturally sorry that True Lord Xuanyang found out too quickly and came too early. If he had come later, they might have lost one more, no... they were two strong opponents.
Pingyang hated Qinghui so much that Qinghui also compressed Pingyang's space step by step, gradually attracting more attention and support.
The two are in the same boat, and the Wuhua Sect disciples all see it, but they each have their own support. The two of them really copied the path of their respective masters perfectly, each taking a different path. Although it seems to be a beautiful and prosperous road at the moment, in the end there will be a stop to see who is more skilled.
However, even if you survive such competition, it does not mean that you will definitely be able to take the leadership position. They are not the only ones who want to seize power.
The outstanding disciples who wanted this position could not fill a large hall. Although everyone pretends to be harmonious, in fact many people wish that the other party would suffer in an accident to make room for themselves.
Lin Pingzhen and Wang Xiangwen can be regarded as the most outstanding young disciples in these years, each with their own power. Especially Lin Pingzhen, the youngest disciple of the sect leader, is the most valued by True Lord Xuanyang, and has excellent qualifications. Whenever the sect has any good resources, it will stick to him first.
Where is Wang Xiangwen? His master, Zhenjun Xuanling, is a veteran in the sect. Although his position was indeed awkward due to authority issues, it could not change the fact that he was a highly respected Nascent Soul monk. He still had a group of deceased contacts under him, and naturally he also had resources, which eventually flowed into Wang Xiangwen's hands in large quantities.
These two people intercepted a large number of upper-level forces, which made the people below them jealous. It's okay to say that they are from the same family, after all, they are all in the same group, and it makes sense that their virtues match their positions. Even if they are fighting, it will only be internal fighting and will not be brought to the surface. Naturally, those with different factions hated them to death, and wanted to snipe down the annoying ones above day and night.
It's a pity that most of these people have the power to protect themselves, and they can't be found for many times on weekdays.
This time it was indeed an accident and accident, something they never expected.
Jian Moyun is indeed a partial sect, but there are always exceptions in such a large sect, and there are also people who are well-informed. Soon someone combined various fragmentary clues and guessed something. Although it was not accurate, it was still close to ten.
It's just that...it's one thing to know, but it's another thing to take action. Everyone's heart is clear. Especially some of the children from aristocratic families, who looked calm but were secretly happy in their hearts.
