After all, although the four sects of Shennong Pavilion, Jianhu Palace, Eight Immortals Temple and Bimo Sect compete for luck, they are all Immortal sects, so they still need to be harmonious on the surface.
What's more, in addition to the immortal sects and aristocratic families such as Jianhu Palace, there are also demonic sects such as the Four-Armed Demon Sect, the Black Demon Sect, the Styx Sect, and the Blood Sea Sect in the Southern Wilderness. Since ancient times, immortals and demons have been incompatible, and in the Age of Ending Law, demons can be cultivated with the essence, blood or souls of all spirits, so their strength is not lower than that of the immortal sects.
Therefore, all the immortal sects have always insisted on fighting without defeat, in order to prevent the immortal way from being too strife, losing their luck, and allowing the evil way to become bigger.
"Brother, there is no need to worry too much. Luck will ultimately depend on the sword in our hands. Even though the luck of Shennong Pavilion is soaring, their faction has never been good at fighting, so the four factions will fight for luck three years later. As long as we defeat them and take away their luck in the conference, we will have no worries," Xin Fangjian said.
"Stupid, the Shennong Pavilion is inherited from the ancient Holy Emperor. How can we ignore it? Although they usually only show their ability to refine alchemy and weapon refining, how can we take it lightly, let alone other things, just talk about these few things? In the Four Factions Competition for Fortune in the past hundred years, our Sword Lake Palace has always been at the bottom even if it has strong combat power. But there has never been a time when the Shennong Pavilion has been at the bottom, almost every time it has been in second place. Is this a coincidence? ?”
Ge Sanchi belonged to the East Sect of Jianhu Palace and was currently in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. Hearing Xin Fangjian's words, he immediately objected.
Xin Fangjian was furious when he heard this and said, "That's nonsense. Although Shennong Pavilion is called the Holy Emperor's Taoist tradition, it just borrowed the name of the Holy Emperor. If it really received the inheritance of the Holy Emperor, how could it only be able to stand in this Wuliang Mountain for thousands of years?" , don’t you dare to expand at all? Just be intimidated by their reputation, don’t let my sword lake palace’s heart fall. If you are blindly afraid of this and that, I’m afraid that one day your sword heart will be broken, and it will be too late to regret it. That’s it!”
For a while, the two of them started arguing back and forth. If Zuo Xingyue hadn't still been sitting at the top, they would have drawn out their swords and started fighting.
Seeing Xinge and the two arguing, the disciples of the two sects below also started shouting and scolding each other, causing chaos in Jianhu Palace for a while.
Na Xinge and Xinge were arguing vigorously, but they didn't see Zuo Xingyue, who was sitting at the top, getting darker and darker. Seeing that the two of them were arguing more and more fiercely, they even wanted to break the opponent's sword with words, causing the opponent to retreat. To such an extent, Zuo Xingyue could no longer bear it.
"That's enough, you still have me as the headmaster in your eyes!"
With an angry shout, Zuo Xingyue's powerful aura instantly burst out, pressing down on the quarreling people in the palace.
Zuo Xingyue, as the headmaster of Jianhu Palace, has been able to suppress the Eastern and Western sects for many years, which is no small feat. At this time, his aura was so overwhelming that the noisy disciples below all stopped in fear. Those with lower cultivation levels were directly suppressed to their knees. The ground cannot rise.
Xin Fangjian and Ge Sanchi, both of whom were at the middle stage of Jindan cultivation, were oppressed by Zuo Xingyue's momentum. Even if their luck was against them, they still felt as if there was a big mountain pressing down on them.
But they all thought in their hearts, "With this imposing manner and the improvement of my cultivation, I am afraid that I am not far away from the realm of Yangshen."
Zuo Xingyue saw them using their skills to fight against each other, and sweat broke out on his head. After all, he was a Jindan monk who represented the face of Jianhu Palace and was the leader of the two sects. He couldn't let them lose face in front of his disciples. , and immediately suppressed his momentum.
The two Xinge were relieved and bowed their hands to Zuo Xingyue with some fear.
Zuo Xingyue waved the disciples below to leave, and then said to Xinge and the two, "Now that the earth has changed and luck is changing, it is time for us to compete for luck and Guangda sect, but you are obsessed with the differences of the elders and fight with each other. , How can we, Jianhu Palace, strive for luck in this era of great changes? We must know that in the battle of great ways, if we do not advance, we will retreat. Do you really want to wait until the Taoism of our Jianhu Palace is extinct, and you and I will die and the Tao will disappear? Can’t you just give up now?”
When Xinge and Xinge heard this, they both lowered their heads but did not answer.
Seeing this, Zuo Xingyue took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said, "The two junior brothers are both outstanding men of the moment. Instead of competing with each other and consuming the luck of our Jianhu Palace, why not try another way to compete for the luck of our Jianhu Palace?" As a bargaining chip for victory or defeat, wouldn't it be better to fight with each other and hurt the harmony between the brothers?"
Hearing this, Xinge and Xinge glanced at each other and said in unison, "Just listen to my senior brother, I think the luck of our sword lake palace will determine the outcome."
Seeing this, Zuo Xingyue smiled and said, "That's right. But for my brother's sake, I have to say it first. In this era of great changes, I don't want to see fighting within my Jianhu Palace anymore. Therefore, in the process of fighting for luck, the past I don’t want to see those private tricks again, and if I, the sword cultivator, spend all day doing those shady calculations, I won’t be afraid of missing my sword’s heart.”
Xin Fangjian said, "Senior brother, don't worry, I never do those kinds of tricks!" He looked at Ge Sanchi provocatively.
"Hmph! If you don't use those measurements, then I won't be able to use them!"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Zuo Xingyue suddenly stood up from the lotus seat and looked straight at the two of them. His eyes were like swords. They were the middle-stage cultivation of Xin Fangjian and Ge Sanchi Jindan. Under his gaze, Next, I feel at a loss!
It wasn't until he saw both of them bowing and saluting that Zuo Xingyue grinned and said, "You two junior brothers, go ahead and don't forget today's agreement."
Xin Fangjian and Ge Sanchi just wanted to leave the hall quickly. They bowed respectfully to Zuo Xingyue and exited the hall. After exiting the hall, they both couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
On weekdays, this headmaster brother always had a friendly face, but even when the two factions were fighting, he would just turn a blind eye or close one eye, pretending not to know, but he didn't know that his sudden anger today was so terrifying.
When they saw each other's relief, they both showed disdain in their eyes, and then the two of them rolled up their sleeves and left.
Zuo Xingyue, who was in the palace, saw this and sighed, "It's not as cold as three feet of ice in one day."
He was originally from the Eastern sect, but he had not paid much attention to the dispute between the Eastern and Western sects since he was a child, and had good friends with his brothers from both sects. Therefore, the previous headmaster only appointed him as the headmaster after he was seriously injured and returned to the sect. For this reason, One day, the gap between the two factions can be eliminated and the centuries-old struggle between the two factions can be ended.
At this time, Zuo Xingyue turned around and looked at the statues of the ancestors behind him. His eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
While the debate in Jianhu Palace was going on, the Taoists from Qinglong Peak, Jinyin Peak, Eight Immortals Temple, and Bimo Sect priests were also discussing the great increase in luck in Shennong Pavilion.
But they didn't know the reason in the end. It was just that the Eight Immortals Temple was connected with the recent incident of Shennong Pavilion sending disciples to strangle demon sect disciples, and after the meeting, they also sent many disciples down the mountain to eliminate demons.
Of course Qingyang didn't know this.
He is in a happy mood now. He learned about the origin of Qi Di Wu from Jiang Baishu and Fei Yi. He is also happy about his luck. Naturally, the happiest thing is to join Shennong Pavilion, and he feels that his luck has greatly increased. He Under the guidance of Yun Gushe in Fushan Secret Realm, he naturally knew the effect of luck on himself. Now that his luck has greatly increased, it will naturally help him in his future actions. But now he has to create a treasure to suppress his own luck, the Zhanlu Divine Sword. Although extraordinary, as a killing weapon, it is not suitable for suppressing luck.
So after sensing the change in his luck, Qingyang was thinking about refining a treasure.
But these will have to be discussed after joining Shennong Pavilion.
The initiation ceremony three days later requires careful preparation.
[I have moved to another place to work. I have to move in the next few days, but the computer has not been moved here yet. Now I regret buying a computer instead of a notebook. There is only one chapter a day. I will resume two chapters a day after the network is set up in my new home. Forgive me. 】
