Just when these die-hard Han Yun fans were secretly rejoicing, Lin Tiannan, who was on the high platform of the martial arts arena, cleared his throat, coughed lightly, then opened his mouth again, and said half of what he had said before in full:
"However... in view of the fact that the person Ji Miaofu and the other five killed was Han with bad character, bright on the surface, but extremely dark in his heart. He had done despicable things such as deceiving his superiors and concealing his subordinates, and even used despicable means to intimidate his fellow disciples. cloud."
"This move prevents my position as Lord of the Lingxin Valley from falling into the hands of this person, which in turn affects the thousand-year foundation of my Lingxin Valley. Therefore, although it does violate the sect rules, it is also considered a great achievement... "
When Lin Tiannan said this, everyone in the Lingxin Valley looked up at the audience. Except for a very few people who were born with a missing muscle in their brains, how could the other disciples not understand it?
The top management in the valley must be trying to protect Ji Miaofu and others!
For a moment, the originally exciting scene fell silent. Everyone's faces showed expressions of anticipation, and they began to prick up their ears and listen carefully to what Lin Tiannan was going to say next.
But Han Yun's die-hard fans who were mixed in the crowd felt a sudden surge in their hearts, and the pretended dissatisfaction on their faces directly evolved into a true reflection of their hearts at this moment.
Across the crowd, they made eye contact with their companions scattered everywhere, and the communication was completed in an instant.
Get ready to take action!
A cold light flashed in their eyes, cruel expressions appeared on their faces, and they began to quietly approach the high platform intentionally or unintentionally.
Since you, Valley Master Lin, and all the deacons and elders are unwilling to uphold justice for me, Senior Brother Han Yun, then don’t blame us for not abiding by the rules of the Lingxin Valley!
At this moment, on the high platform, neither Lin Tiannan and the nine deacons and elders who were preparing to announce the verdict, nor the four Ji Miaofu who were waiting quietly, failed to notice the abnormality below the stage.
To be precise, these people's move towards the high platform cannot be regarded as abnormal.
Whether it's a gathering of casual cultivators or a gathering of sect disciples, it's always a chaotic scene with basically no rules.
It's not that I don't want to make rules, but I can't make them.
There are two main reasons for this.
First, monks are inherently quite casual beings who cannot be constrained by too many rules.
In addition to absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth every day and enhancing one's own cultivation, a monk's practice is also an extremely important part of the cultivation of his state of mind.
An environment with many rules and regulations is obviously not suitable for the growth of the mind.
Apart from suppressing the monk's growth rate and making it easier for him to develop inner demons, it has no use whatsoever.
Even if it is a righteous cultivation sect, it will only set up a few core rules for its disciples to abide by.
For example, you are not allowed to do anything that harms the interests of the sect, you are not allowed to do evil, you are not allowed to kill wantonly, you are not allowed to kill each other within the same sect...
As for the more casual training sects, they don't even set up core rules, allowing their disciples to mess around.
In the recorded history of Tianlan Realm, there are many examples of sects killing each other due to internal personnel killing each other.
Although it seems a bit absurd, it is indeed a real thing.
Therefore, non-righteous sects in the Tianlan Realm basically have no success.
Most of them are huddled in the chaotic fringe area where a certain force borders other forces.
In addition, the reason why monks appear to be more undisciplined during gatherings is also related to the identity of monks themselves.
Disciples who are able to awaken their spiritual roots, stand out from the mortals, and finally join the practice sect are as rare as a feather.
Let a mortal country with a population of tens of billions develop for a hundred years, and only a few hundred such beings can be born.
The meager numbers determine that when they are fighting, unlike the mundane army, thousands of people can be easily pulled out to form a neat military formation.
Regarding things like lining up, no matter which sect they are monks or non-sectarian cultivators, they have never cared much about it.
The battles among the monks were basically fought alone or in small groups in twos and threes, watching and supporting each other, just like when Jiang Fan and others surrounded Han Yun that day, it all depended on the performance of their respective abilities.
Although there are scenes where dozens or even hundreds of people are divided into two groups to attack each other, it is rare. Unless an unowned treasure is born somewhere, it is possible for such an incident to occur.
But when they fight, they usually fight on their own and cooperate with each other as supplements, which has nothing to do with arranging in an orderly manner.
Only an extremely special situation occurs that requires the cooperation of many monks.
That was when a certain practice sect devoted all its strength to launch a war against another practice sect, opening up a large-scale magic circle that required many monks to join forces to form it.
To activate this kind of array, the monks need to find spiritual power nodes and make appropriate responses based on the current situation. It is complex and changeable, and simple array drills have little effect.
To sum up, there is no cultivation sect in the Tianlan world that has particularly strict rules on the words and deeds of its disciples during gatherings.
No one cares whether you are standing or sitting, whether you are walking around chatting with classmates, or whether you are alone in a daze under the shadow of a tree.
As long as you arrive and someone is listening on the stage, that's all.
Due to the existence of this relaxed environment and the large number of people on and off the field, it can be described as chaotic.
Unless someone pays special attention to the actions of these die-hard Han Yun fans, it would be difficult to find out the clues.
However, Jiang Fan was not included.
Jiang Fan was standing on the high platform at this time, squinting his eyes lazily, and his whole body was standing loosely, as if he was about to fall from the high platform.
It looks like it's swaying, but it won't fall.
In short, it means standing still.
This can't be blamed on him, it can only be blamed on the perfect temperature of the 45-degree sunlight shining down from the sky, and... the subtle fragrance that drifts along with the breeze is so delicious.
The fragrance penetrated his nostrils, and Jiang Fan unconsciously recalled the good times when he was lying on his senior sister's big white legs. He found that he actually had the urge to sleep.
That is, the situation here was not right, which made him give up the idea temporarily.
Eh... what a damn sense of security!
Jiang Fan sighed, shook his head imperceptibly, and squinted his eyes slightly, seemingly as if he was falling asleep, but in fact, his eyes were scanning the crowd under the high platform through the slits in his eyes.
Since the luck modification system was upgraded and the luck copying function was added, every time he saw a new face, he would secretly glance at the luck above his head.
After all, the upper limit of this function depends on how many types of luck entries Jiang Fan has seen.
This was an opportunity that was rare but not something that could be sought. When more than ten thousand monks gathered together to let Jiang Fan enjoy the opportunity to watch various luck entries, he naturally could not let it go.
In his eyes, what stood under the stage was not a monk, but a sea of white luck entries.
His eyes scanned back and forth among the people in the audience. Every time he moved to the head of a monk, he would pause briefly, and then continue to move to the head of the next target.
In less than one morning, the number of luck entries he harvested far exceeded the total number of luck entries he had seen since he traveled to this world.
After Jiang Fannu finished voting on the luck entry of a certain inner disciple, she suppressed her excitement and continued to move her eyes. Finally, she stopped at a person who was walking. It seemed that he was walking casually, but in fact, the general direction was different. Intentionally or unintentionally, he raised his head to the monk who was approaching the high platform.
Immediately, his eyes suddenly condensed.
