The disciples led by the Emei Xuannu Master are all top masters of Mount Emei. Their Canhong sword skills are superb, and flying with swords is no problem. The disciples of Kunlun Sect are even more hidden and have superb martial arts. If these disciples who have practiced Taoism deeply can cultivate the Purple Mansion Yuanying fetal breathing and return to the origin, they will soon achieve the right result.
Where Leng Wuqing's sword rose, it was like a rainbow, with the remaining red standing in half the sky. The sharp and cold sword energy was mixed with a ruthless state. The sword was ruthless and extremely vicious. Ma Yunhai's Kunlun swordsmanship was also first-class. Although a little reckless, the big and heavy sword was used freely in his hands. It was like fine steel in the world. He fought with Leng Wuqing. Ten thousand sword shadows and countless rays of light instantly surrounded the two. It was difficult for mortals to see the people fighting. There was only the clanging sound of iron colliding and the hissing sound of sword energy colliding with each other. The fight was indistinguishable.
The disciples of various sects who were watching were also masters with solid foundations. Seeing such a wonderful fight, they kept cheering. There were also constant sighs.
The disciples of Kongtong Sect shouted, "Don't bring shame to the martial artists outside the Great Wall. Defeat this female devil and you will be masters of Kunlun. If you become famous in the Central Plains, you won't have to live outside the Great Wall for long!"
The disciples of Emei were not willing to be outdone, and they shouted loudly, "Brother, come on, defeat these aliens who have lived outside the Great Wall for a long time. Let them know how powerful Emei is. See how arrogant they are. Kill this drunkard and let him know that women are not good people either."
The Qingcheng Sect's disciples shouted, "Great fight! Women are as good as men. We'll know who's number one after the fight. Come on!"
Huashan disciples said: "After you win, you will know who can compete with Huashan swordsmanship. Don't lose face for the sect!"
Although the disciples of each sect said this, they were extremely angry in their hearts. They began to understand each other better. We are all martial artists, so how can we show weakness? In public, facing masters from all sects, how can we bring shame to our sect? Even if we die in battle, we will not lose our reputation. This battle here will also have an unforeseen effect on the reputation of each sect. All sects had foreseen this.
The leaders of the various sects in the room were already unhappy when they heard that the disciples outside were making trouble. Master Gu Yue, the leader of Kunlun, looked a little angry and said arrogantly: "Master Xuannv, your disciples are so rude. It seems that you have not educated them well!"
Nun Xuannv was not angry at all, but said in a friendly manner: "Master Guyue, this is wrong. We are all martial artists, so what's wrong with letting your disciples compete? I guess you are afraid that your disciples' skills are not good enough and will lose the dignity of Kunlun! Besides, if your disciples don't have any intentions towards our female disciples, how can you do this? It seems that it is right for our disciples to educate your disciples for you."
Liu Xiahui, the head of Qingcheng Sect, said: "What Master said is very true. We are all people who practice meditation. If we have spiritual consciousness that transcends the world, why would we come here? Such a big fuss is really puzzling. Even if we don't want to spy on Guanzhong, the intention of coming here is self-evident."
Hua Yueyang, the head of Huashan, felt a little sorry when he saw the atmosphere in the room. It was not easy for all the major sects to gather together, but it was really embarrassing to start like this. Wouldn't it be a loss of the inheritance of the poor education of each sect! He said, "Masters, this is wrong. The disciples can fight in the ring. If we fight and make trouble here, wouldn't it be a loss of the style and dignity of the sect!?"
Although Master Hua's words were well-intentioned, the fact that the master was teaching the master in public was still a source of frustration. It angered Master Tai and Master Chong. Outside the sect, the disciples of each sect were fighting with words, and the swordsmen were fighting even harder, with no clear winner.
Nun Xuannv was displeased and said angrily, "Are you the only Huashan disciples who have sect rules and are the only Huashan disciples who have good manners? All of my disciples are women, but we cannot let you men bully us. How can I know if you have been rude without a fight?"
Liu Xiahui, the head of Qingcheng Sect, spoke righteously and said in a warning tone: "What Master said is absolutely right. I hate those hypocritical people the most. They say they want to cultivate the Tao, but they always have lustful thoughts. They really should be educated. It will be a great pleasure to eliminate such drunkards and lustful people!"
When the head of Kunlun heard these words, he was furious and said angrily: "Is this how the Taoists in Guanzhong practice? It really makes me feel ashamed! The head of a sect actually lets his disciples do whatever they want. There are really no rules. How can there not be chaos in the Central Plains martial arts world? How can there be peace in the world? It makes people sneer!"
Xuan Zhen of Kongtong Sect had been sitting in silence for a long time. If he didn't speak at this time, he would be a disgrace to his sect. He said loudly: "All the leaders are also people of status. It is wrong to act like children playing here. It is unworthy of the master. We are all in the martial arts world. Harmony is the most important thing and tolerance is the highest virtue. If you take a step back, the world will be broader. That way, you will not lose the true nature of a cultivator!"
The disciples behind the heads of the various sects did not dare to say much when they saw this scene. However, their expressions showed contempt for other sects, with an expression of arrogance. However, when they saw words that were beneficial to their own sect, they also praised them.
When the various sect leaders heard Kongtong say this, they were very unhappy.
Master Gu Yue, the head of Kunlun, said: "It seems that Kongtong has a good education. It is noble to retreat in the face of battle!"
Upon hearing this, the head of Kongtong Sect was very annoyed and could not help but say: "Disciple education is the sect's own business. How can we let others laugh at us? It seems that disciples' fighting is justified. Fighting is the family tradition!"
Nun Xuan said: "The disciples of my sect have their own education, how can we let others criticize us! People in the martial arts world should be humble and have a sense of justice. Especially for women, how can we let you men bully us at will? It's a joke!"
The fights between the masters in the house were also very intense, but they also kept an eye on the fights between the disciples, fearing that if a disciple suffered a loss, they would intervene to quell the unrest.
The fight in the meeting room was so lively that someone had already reported it to the ancestor.
The ancestor's disciple Shu Daozi came to Jingtian's quiet residence and reported: "Master, the leaders have been waiting in the meeting hall for a long time. Now, for some unknown reason, the Kunlun and Emei disciples have started fighting, and it is extremely fierce!"
Patriarch Jingtian was meditating in the Zen hall. After hearing his apprentice's explanation, he suddenly said, "Fighting is common in the martial arts world. Don't get too anxious. Let them fight. Those who come here are all martial arts practitioners. If there are no conflicts among them, they will target Shushan!" (To be continued)