"Silver Sword Sect is worthy of the name of lechery!" A casual cultivator sarcastically said.
"It's good to know. As long as you meet them once, you will deeply understand the character of the Silver Sword Sect." A monk shook his head and said.
In the crowd, Wang Chen was speechless as he listened to their mockery of the Silver Sword Sect.
He had met the disciples and elders of the Silver Sword Sect in the Moyun Mountains before, and they were also so shameless and despicable. They guessed that he had something good in him, so they told him the killing move without saying a word.
I originally thought that these people were an extremely unreasonable minority in the Silver Sword Sect, but now that I think about it, how much better can the Silver Sword Sect be if they can cultivate such disciples?
The day passed quickly, and during this period, many monks still came.
Among them, there were various sects and major forces. Seeing that the tomb had not been opened, they all stationed themselves in the basin.
Once there are more people, conflicts will naturally be inevitable.
It's just that the forces closest to the crack are relatively strong and will not cause a real big conflict. No one wants to lose their troops before entering the tomb.
As for the casual cultivators, due to the continuous arrival of big forces, their positions have been forced further and further away from the cracks.
They were extremely angry, and even if they chose to unite as one, they would form a whole before entering the cracks to compete with the big forces.
Fortunately, the effect was pretty good, and their position was not forced too far.
At night, many casual cultivators were whispering. They were looking for people to form a team so that they could have someone to help each other after entering the tomb.
Wang Chen looked at the casual cultivators who were constantly forming teams and had no intention of stepping forward to join them.
Compared to the power of others, he still prefers to believe in himself.
Although forming a team will make the overall strength stronger than one person, the disadvantages are also obvious.
No one wants to have a time bomb when they are fighting.
In the face of interests, all cooperation is empty, and this is the case with human nature.
At night, everyone did not rest, but remained alert at all times.
No one knew that while he was resting, a knife would come out from there and kill him.
As the night progresses, the basin becomes quieter.
But a sudden muffled sound attracted everyone's attention.
Between the casual cultivators and several major sect forces, two groups of people were confronting each other.
"What's going on with your Mad Sword Gang? Are you trying to seize the position of our Great Sword Sect?" A burly middle-aged man shouted angrily, looking at the group of people in front of him with cold eyes.
Opposite him, there was also a middle-aged man standing, his face full of anger, "It's obviously you guys from Dadaomen who provoked us first, and you bite back, Xiao Guang, you are really shameless."
The man named Xiao Guang snorted coldly, "Let's bite back and let everyone judge. Our people have been beaten like this, but we are the ones who started the trouble?"
As he stretched out his hand, everyone saw a young man lying on the ground. His face was full of pain and he was vomiting blood.
"You Crazy Sword Gang are really bullying people. After all, our Dadao Sect is the same as you, coming out of Kihara City at the same time. Is this necessary?"
"That is, if you don't give us an explanation today, this matter will never end!"
Behind Xiao Guang, the disciples of the Great Sword Sect shouted one after another.
As for the disciples on the Kuangdao Sect side, all of them had angry faces and started to curse back.
For a moment, no one could tell who was right and who was wrong, and no one knew who made the first move.
"How can you tell the difference between right and wrong? I think we can just fight. The winner will stay where he is, and the loser will go somewhere else, so as not to make a big noise and affect everyone."
At this time, someone in the crowd shouted.
"This is a good idea. The yelling this night is really noisy."
"Then start quickly, otherwise you can get out of here and stop making noise here."
Suddenly a burst of echoes sounded.
As soon as these words came out, everyone became excited. They didn't dare to rest at night. They were already bored, but now there was a lively show to watch, which was just a good way to relieve their stress.
Not far away, Wang Chen, who was secretly running the sword shadow in his body, couldn't help but shake his head when he heard these noisy noises.
These people really don't mind watching the excitement.
The voices urging a fight got louder and louder, so Wang Chen simply stood up and looked forward.
The next moment, his eyes narrowed slightly. The middle-aged man standing in front of the Crazy Sword Gang gave him a familiar feeling.
After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that he had seen this person before.
When he entered the Moyun Mountains to look for his grandfather's body, he encountered the Shadow Moon Demon Wolf, which he could not deal with. During his escape, he met Zhao Yuan. It was he who suggested that he hide in the swamp to avoid the Shadow Moon Demon Wolf.
It can be said that if it weren't for Zhao Yuan's suggestion, he might have become the food of the Shadow Moon Demon Wolf that time.
At this time, the memory emerged. At that time, Zhao Yuan invited him to be a guest of the Mad Sword Gang in Kihara City, but he was too busy and forgot about it later.
"No wonder when I heard those words just now, I felt like I had heard them somewhere before." Wang Chen muttered to himself and took a few steps forward.
Amid everyone's shouts, Zhao Yuan's face quickly darkened.
He finally figured out that the Dadao Sect was deliberately causing trouble for them.
When they were in Kihara City, the two sects had some conflicts, and now they happened to bump into each other here.
Dadaomen is trying to crowd them out so that they can delay entering the tomb.
When the time comes, the Dadaomen will be the first to go in, and they will definitely get more good things than them. When they return to Kihara City, they will be able to overwhelm the Mad Sword Gang so much that they can't even lift their heads.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan's face became even more ugly.
On the other hand, Xiao Guang's eyes were full of provocation and disdain, as if he was saying: "I just want to cause trouble for you, what can you do? Either you fight me, or you just go aside."
At this time, Xiao Guang spoke: "In this case, let's be fair and send one disciple each to let them fight. The loser will leave here to avoid the noise affecting everyone."
While he was speaking, a disciple came out from behind him and looked at the Mad Sword Gang with a sneer on his face.
"Gang leader, I heard that that kid has broken through to the third level of the Naling Realm. What should we do?" A man from the Mad Sword Gang asked anxiously in Zhao Yuan's ear.
The disciple with the highest cultivation level in their Mad Sword Gang has just broken through the first level of Naling Realm, and is two full levels behind the disciple from the Great Sword Sect.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuan's heart suddenly sank.
He sighed and said helplessly: "What else can I do, I can only fight."
They had no room for maneuver. If they didn't fight, they would have no choice but to leave this place due to the pressure from the people around them, which would greatly delay the time to enter the tomb.
If it were a fight, there might be a slight chance of winning.
Even if the chance of winning is almost zero, give it a try.
