Yiran glanced at the strong man and didn't say anything more, but a cold breath rushed towards the strong man.
"Is this enough?"
The five cold words hit the strong man's face with a deep chill, making the strong man's big and thick body unable to help but tremble slightly.
The word "strong" instantly appeared in the strong man's head, but he couldn't figure out how such a young guy could be such a terrifying strong man.
On the other side of the strong man, a delicate and beautiful woman's body was also trembling. She covered her bright red lips with her mutton-fat jade hand and chuckled: "I didn't expect that. Heroes are all young, and we old-timers have not yet been around." He was about to be photographed to death on the beach."
"There was a fellow Taoist named Mao Feng who was a Nine-Star Magister at a young age. This fellow Taoist is even younger and is no weaker than us."
Yiran looked at the woman's pretentiousness and said too much. She just turned her head and silently walked aside, finding a seat casually.
Two young people came one after another, which gave the discussion hall a special atmosphere, but it did not affect the progress of the discussion at all.
"The pursuit of martial arts is nothing more than speed and power."
"The speed is extremely fast. If you advance, your opponent will have no time to react. If you retreat, you can avoid all attacks."
"Strength is related to the body. The strength of the body is no different from that of a monster."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone else immediately spoke:
"Speed and strength are true pursuits of martial arts cultivators, but the role of internal strength cannot be ignored."
"The inner energy refined by different mental methods has different purity and recovery speed. The purer the inner energy, the more powerful the martial arts will be, and the longer it can continue to fight."
"So the so-called pursuit of speed and power is all based on having a powerful enough mental method."
"Brother, what you said is wrong. The mental method is indeed one of the factors that improves combat power. But whether it is strong or not depends on the compatibility between the mental method and the person."
"As far as you are concerned, your body is not strong and your limbs are short."
"If I give you a mental method that focuses on strength, even if you can also exert considerable power, it will be far inferior to a mental method that focuses on dexterity."
"..."
Various principles of martial arts and magic are constantly being demonstrated in the conversations among the people.
Some people agree and feel that they have benefited a lot, while others do not agree and feel that it is a pity to throw away the food because it is tasteless.
While everyone was discussing the Tao, Mao Feng sat beside Yi Ran at some point.
"Young hero, do you know Gao's surname? Do you have something important to do during this trip to Yunan City?"
"I'm Mao Feng of the Yunan City Mao family. Although I can't be on the stage, I can still help with some small things."
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face, let alone Mao Feng, who naturally has no ill feelings towards him.
Yiran smiled, cupped his fists at Mao Feng and said:
"Brother, you're welcome, little brother Yiran. This trip is to Donghuang City, but there is no kite that can go directly to Donghuang City, so we can only go to Yunan City first."
Mao Feng's eyes lit up, and many possibilities immediately appeared in his mind.
A talented person chooses to ride a kite in Sun Moon City. Mao Feng can judge many clues from these two points alone.
Mao Feng followed Yiran's words and said, "Brother Xian is from Luotian Sect? I guess the faction he belongs to must be very strong."
When Yiran heard Mao Feng's words, he was stunned for a moment, but then he came back to his senses immediately.
He can guess that he is from Luotian Sect just by his own words. Mao Feng's judgment is not bad.
As for the latter sentence, maybe everyone will make this judgment when they see Yiran's talent.
But on this point, everyone's judgment is actually natural, but it is wrong.
"The faction that I belong to is not strong, and there are only a hundred disciples. However, the name of the Mao family, but I am like a thunderbolt."
Mao Feng waved his hand and didn't take Yi Ran's polite words to heart at all.
Coming from Luotian Sect and heading to Donghuang City, which is thousands of miles away, it is completely impossible to say that he has never seen anything about the world.
If his surname was not Mao, but Song or Cai, he would be able to accept it calmly if the other party said it was thunderous.
Sadly neither.
When monks are outside, it would be the most ridiculous joke if they took it seriously.
"Brother Xian, there is no need for us to say polite words. I myself know the strength of the Mao family."
"When I, Mao Fengxu, was a few years old, I asked Da to call me my brother. As far as I know, Yuan City should still have to wait for half a decade before he can go to Donghuang City."
"If I don't have a place to stay when I go to Yunan City this time, I might as well stay at my Mao's house for a few days and let my brother fulfill his duty as a landlord."
Whether it is the martial arts world or the spiritual world, it has always been an extremely realistic place.
Yiran didn't think that such a guy with no friendship at all would have any good intentions.
Even if there is no malicious intent, he is either interested in his talent and cultivation, or he is interested in the Luo Tianzong behind him.
Yiran didn't really like this guy who had a strong businessman vibe about him.
Because businessmen value profits, they can befriend themselves for profits today, but they can sell themselves out for profits tomorrow.
The biggest reason why Yi Ran exchanged a few words with him was that Mao Feng was a little different from ordinary businessmen.
After all, it would be unfair to judge a genius who has attained the level of Nine-Star Magister at such a young age by just using the word "merchant".
"When I was traveling abroad in the past two years, I met a few friends from Yunan City, and we can be considered life-long friendships."
"If they really want to be on the Half Ten Years list, maybe they have to pay back the wine they owed me."
"If I can still get those few glasses of wine by then, I will definitely hand over a greeting card and invite Brother Mao to come with me."
Mao Feng was not angry at all about Yiran's rejection.
He is an exquisite person, and Yi Ran is superior to him in both background and talent.
Before there is any conflict of interest with such a unique person, he will definitely make friends with his heart and strive to make the other person his friend.
In the world of spiritual practice, where people can live and die if they disagree, and can eat people without spitting out their bones, sometimes multiple friends will not only lead to multiple paths, but also bring unexpected gains to oneself.
"Then I'll just wait for my dear brother's greetings."
After some pleasantries, the two of them became silent and listened carefully to the discussion.
The sixth-level monk's discussion was of absolute benefit to Mao Feng, and it could also be used to offset weaknesses for Yi Ran.
What's more, Yiran spent a thousand gold coins on the ticket!
Three days passed by in a flash. Yiran and Mao Feng didn't even go back to their rooms, but stayed in the Taoist Hall.
It's not that they are reluctant to part with the thousand gold coins, and this discussion is of great benefit to practice.
During the discussion, I laughed at the experiences of my predecessors and tried to integrate them into my own practice. The three days were just a blink of an eye.
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As the kite trembled slightly, the monks in the discussion hall all stood up, clasped their fists in salute to each other, and then walked outside at the same time.
Three days is not a long time, but for many monks, it is a big gain.
And being able to sit and talk together is a special kind of fate.
Mao Feng looked at Yiran without restraint and smiled slightly: "My dear brother, please don't forget me. My brother has been waiting at home for the past few days to greet me."
Yi Ran looked at Mao Feng, whose smile never faded, clasped his fists and said, "When I find those brothers, I will definitely invite Brother Mao to drink with me."
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