When they arrived at the main hall of the Academy, there was also a group of Cangsheng Palace disciples here, watching from a distance.
Chuxue hesitated for a while, but was finally pushed from behind by Zhao Yanran. Only then did he pluck up the courage and walk towards the palace gate.
Then there was an uproar among the thousands of disciples around.
"Who is she? There is a meeting in the main hall. She is a sixth-level person. How dare she go in?"
"She looks really pretty. She's a little more innocent than the sisters from the Seven Spirits Sect, and better than the Qingyin Sect. She's so childish-looking, eh! Why are you pinching me, sister?"
"Speaking of which, I seem to have seen this girl in class before, just once or twice. Her understanding is extremely poor, and she failed to complete several temporary assessments by the teacher. She is a stupid girl—"
"Could this woman be the last Xue Chu?"
As the voices of discussion came, Su Chuxue's cheeks turned red. Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he stepped into the palace.
Only one person was seen, sitting high in the palace, it was Fang Wen, the current master of the academy. Next to them, there were several people sitting, who should be elders of Cangsheng Dao. The whole aura is restrained and calm, making it impossible for people to see the reality. It seems to be much stronger than Fang Wen. One of them is Han Fang, whose seat is only below Fang Wen.
At the bottom, there are still six people standing with respectful expressions. Only Xie An and Xuan Ye were familiar to her. When they saw her coming in, they all nodded and smiled in a friendly manner. It's a hint.
The other people, including the elders, all frowned. A young man next to Xie An even scolded him.
"The main hall of the Academy is currently under discussion! You are a sixth-level person, who allowed you to come in?"
Chuxue's breath was suffocated, and then there was a burst of anger. The previous anxiety and guilt disappeared without a trace. The young master often said that her nature is like a kitten. The tiger-cat clan is inherently fearless.
Staring back at the young man fiercely, Chu Xue saluted upward: "Disciple Xue Chu, I have met all the elders and the Lord of the Palace!"
Except for Fang Wen and Han Fang, the displeasure in the eyes of the other people in the hall suddenly became stronger. Why is this female disciple so ignorant of etiquette
When Fang Wen saw this, he coughed lightly: "You are a third-generation inner disciple. You don't have to salute me. You can sit aside and listen. Yuan Fei, why don't you apologize? How can you be rude to your master's uncle?"
Chuxue was not polite when she heard this, and walked directly to sit down not far from the elders. Then he turned his head, made a face at the young disciple who looked slightly pale, and stared at him.
Yuan Fei was helpless, so he had no choice but to say: "It's my disciple's fault, please forgive me, Master."
Xuan Ye and Xie An looked at each other and sighed in unison. As the saying goes, like a master, like a servant, this Zong Shou usually likes to use his seniority to dominate others, but he didn't expect that the little maid next to him has already mastered this samadhi. I also secretly wondered why Xuechu was chosen because he didn't usually have any outstanding qualities.
The elders also had doubts in their eyes. First, he was shocked by Chuxue's seniority. Then their hearts sank again.
"Palace Master, why did you choose this woman? No matter how high her seniority is, she is only at the sixth level. Although today's battle will not damage the foundation of my common life, it cannot be ignored. Fighting the sixth level against the eighth level is child's play!"
Fang Wen's face was also very ugly: "This is the candidate recommended by the elders, and Fang Wen has agreed in advance, so it cannot be changed!"
After finishing speaking, he pointed to the sky and said "sixteen". Then in the back hall, the expressions of several elders were extremely strange.
"What a nonsense! I think she is just okay, but both her real strength and her spiritual skills are mediocre and nothing special. What qualifications do she have to participate in this battle?"
"Exactly! Doesn't this make all the sects and sects in the cloud world laugh at me?"
"This is a random fate, how can you accept it?"
For a moment, there were all the voices of criticism from Fang Wen. Chuxue's cheeks suddenly swelled like a little bun. I knew it would be like this, but I was also surprised. Who recommended her? Could it be the young master? After much deliberation, this is the only possibility.
Then he saw Han Fang again, looking at him with strange eyes. Chuxue snorted and turned her head away. She didn't even want to look at the old man.
I wish I could advance greatly in cultivation at this moment and have the ability of the young master to fight with that sword master for three hundred rounds. Let these people's eyes pop out.
But when I thought about this, I sighed secretly, knowing that this was impossible. How could I have such ability? I don’t know what my young master is thinking
Those elders seemed to know this, and no matter how much they scolded him, it would be useless, and they no longer bothered him. After saying a few words, one of them changed the subject and said: "Before Juexi came to my Cangshengqiong realm, he issued a challenge and bluntly stated that he wanted to challenge 'Tan Qiu'. Is it really appropriate for us not to let him fight?"
"This is also impossible! The difference between the sixth level and the eighth level is too big. Now that Tan Qiu has died, Yuanhun cannot break through the seventh level. If he is hit again, it will be inappropriate."
"Indeed! If his ambition is affected by this battle and has flaws, then it is a small gain at the expense of a big gain."
"This son is the future pillar of our sect. We can't just destroy him like this!"
Under the steps, a dissatisfied snort came out.
"What kind of person is a pillar of the sect who has been unable to break through the seventh level threshold for a year and a half? If a swordsman is completely destroyed after one defeat, what kind of talent is that? After today's battle, I, Yuan Feibian insists on giving it a try. What is the ability of my third-generation master uncle of Cangsheng Dao Hall that makes the sect value him so much? He just defeated Ji Lingzi—"
Chu Xue's eyes suddenly burned with anger, and she glared at Yuan Fei again. I thought that I would tell Sister Ruoshui and Yanran afterwards so that this guy would suffer a little.
You dare to say that to the young master, you are such a disgusting person.
"rude!"
Fang Wen frowned and deliberately scolded him. But he is worried about this person's teacher, who is standing aside. Judging from his calm expression and indifference, he obviously meant to indulge. He could only say: "Junior Brother Tanqiu, I am the elder of your sect. How can you comment? After this battle, go to the Discipline Hall to receive punishment."
Then he shook his head: "You can stop talking about it! The candidates have been decided. Yuan Fei, Han Jian, Xie An, although the three of you are not the strongest among the disciples of your generation, you are better than the ones in the first battle. Explode combat power. In this battle, we should attack with all our strength. We must not insult the reputation of our common people! Xuan Ye, Zhu Ling, you two have a long backing. Ruona is desperate and still will not retreat. You two, you can use all your strength Delay the temptation and try your best to find out the reality of his swordsmanship. Xie An, among all of them, you are the calmest and have the most understanding. You can just watch from the sidelines. I will leave this final battle to you!"
The six people all looked solemn and responded to the order with dignity.
Fang Wen's eyes then swept towards Chu Xue. His eyes flickered for a moment, and finally he sighed slightly and ignored it.
Chuxue clenched her fists, feeling both unwilling and helpless. I don’t know what my young master is thinking about
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When Fang Wen led everyone, they stepped out of the realm of the sky and came into the wide rift of time and space.
The noisy discussion here suddenly fell silent.
And that desperate man also opened his eyes and looked up. Then he clasped his fists and leaned forward to salute.
"Jue Xi has met the Lord of Cang Sheng Palace! Jue Xin came here to hone his sword skills and has no intention of becoming an enemy of Cang Sheng Dao. Please forgive me, Palace Lord!"
Fang Wen's eyes were gloomy, and he looked up and down at this desperate look. He frowned, and then smiled slightly: "I, Fang Wen, am also a martial artist, and I know how difficult it is to hone the sword's will. How can I be surprised?"
Flicking his sleeves slightly. Yuan Fei already understood. He rose into the sky and landed in front of Jue Xi.
Without saluting, he directly pointed a long spear at him: "I, Yuan Fei, the true inheritor of the Five Generations of Cangsheng Tao, Mr. Jue, please come!"
Jue Xin frowned slightly and did not take action. Instead, he looked at Fang Wen with doubts in his eyes: "I remember that I once issued a declaration of war. I came to Cangshengqiong Realm just for Tan Qiu! You, Cangshengdao, do you look down on me?"
Fang Wenwen was startled. Listening to this desperate tone, it seems that he is really dissatisfied. Could this guy really be here just for Zong Shou
Before he could speak, Yuan Fei sneered impatiently: "Although Tan Qiu is the third generation of our sect, he is just a junior in the sect. A mediocre disciple who has been unable to break through to the seventh level in a year and a half. There are What qualifications do you have to represent me, the common people? There are countless people in this academy who are stronger than him!"
As soon as these words came out, including the elders of Cang Sheng Dao, they couldn't help but frown. As for Xuan Ye and Xie An, their eyes were filled with anger.
Fang Wen couldn't help but feel a headache, wondering how could this guy be such a weirdo? This is really a joke. If he had known about it at the beginning, no matter how short of a man he was, he would not have been chosen to challenge.
Looking around, I saw that those onlookers were indeed slightly sarcastic.
Chuxue also became more and more angry, wishing that this guy would wait until he was defeated.
Yuan Fei didn't realize it, but he still said coldly: "Anyway, I, Yuan Fei, am here. If you want to fight, fight! If you don't fight, we will leave!"
Jue Xin was startled, and then nodded slightly: "I understand! What you say is really annoying! But it doesn't matter. Since you people are unwilling to let him out. Today, I Jue Xin, let you be willing to let him go. He fights me! Pay attention!"
A long black sword was suddenly unsheathed. Flying three feet, Yuan Fei's eyes lit up and a gun flower bloomed from the gun in his hand. The black sword shadow had already risen into the sky. It was not visible at first, but when it reached above Yuan Fei, it seemed that the entire space had been shrouded in darkness.
The endless aura of destruction hits, making people suffocate with fear. In front of Yuan Fei's eyes, there was only a dark sword shadow, locking him from a distance. It feels like this world is falling apart and dying. The gun is in his hand, but he can hardly thrust it out and hit where.
With a sudden roar, Yuan Fei finally struggled out from the sword attack. The gun in his hand also shot out countless gun shadows.
But it is disintegrating and disappearing at a faster speed -