"Zheng!"
On the platform of Shuiyunzong's competition, and in the public eye, Canglan Sword let out a whimper, finally unable to resist the continuous offensive from the opposite side, and simply cut it into two pieces.
The whole place was silent except for the crisp sound of the broken sword when it landed.
At this time, it was still glowing with a faint blue light, just like Wenxuan's now blue complexion.
After just a moment, even the blue light dissipated, but the opposite was still so splendid. A figure was wrapped in the layers of magic tools, holding a folding fan with a powerful light, tilting his head and smiling proudly, "Senior brother, let it go."
As the sound of this sentence fell, the disciples watching the battle finally reacted, and the buzzing discussion suddenly spread like ripples.
"Won?"
"Senior Brother Luo wins Senior Brother Wen!"
"Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Wen actually lost like this..."
"What are you surprised about? Who doesn't know that Senior Brother Wen entered the school five years earlier than Senior Brother Luo and established the foundation five years earlier, but he was overtaken by Senior Brother Luo for a full five years at the level of Ning Yuan. In terms of talent and ability, Many years ago, he was no longer Brother Luo's opponent, he just avoided fighting, and now the winner is finally decided."
"Alas, it turned out to be so..."
This sound, passed into Wen Xuan's ears, was incomparably clear, like a loud slap.
Wen Xuan took a breath, but his expression softened. He calmed down for a moment, and clasped his fists at Luo Qingquan, "Junior Brother Luo, you haven't been compared for many years, your skills have really improved a lot, and you are ashamed of yourself. Three years later, the Xuanmen seven factions will rely on you. Do more for the sect."
After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, picked up the broken sword on the ground, and wanted to step down.
If he loses, he loses, and he is not someone who cannot afford to lose. What's more, this is only the Shuiyun Sect's internal competition, the pre-heating before the Xuanmen Seven Sect Competition, and a leader is decided. The junior brother in the sect has the ability, he should be happy.
As a result, he had already walked to the edge of the stage holding the Broken Sword, but Luo Qingquan had no intention of letting him go.
The young boy's clear voice came out of nowhere and was extremely harsh, "Since you are not my opponent at all, are you still embarrassed to continue to sit down in this position of the senior brother?"
With a click, Wen Xuan stepped out with one foot. Hearing that, he froze and had to retract it.
Yes, Wenxuan is the senior brother of this generation of disciples of Shuiyunzong. He has been sitting in this position for decades, and he did not expect that someone would snatch him.
He turned around helplessly, "I don't think it's something the two of us should discuss."
As he said that, he glanced past Luo Qingquan and looked at the elders of the sect who were watching the battle.
Apart from the dozen or so elders who were also in the Primordial Condensation Period, there were three elders in the Jindan period in the sect. Sect Leader Kiko Ang was sitting firmly in the center, twisting the small beard on his chin and pondering.
"Sect Master." Luo Qingquan bowed and saluted, but his expression was still full of arrogance, and he even raised his voice twice, "Senior Brother Wen is the first to get started, I shouldn't have coveted this position. The senior senior brother is the face of the sect, since senior brother Wen is not strong enough to support this face, it is reasonable to change others."
Dare to say it! Wenxuan, such a calm person, can't help but feel a little sad when he hears it. But he didn't refute it. After all, today... it sounds ugly, but he was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even broken his sword.
And with Luo Qingquan's voice, the apprentices and brothers who watched the battle naturally exploded again.
"Senior Brother Luo said it well!"
"That's what it is all about! The person who cultivates the way is the first, how can he be stuck with the morning and evening of getting started all day long!"
The two voices howled very loudly. Wenxuan looked over out of the corner of his eyes and recognized that they were two juniors and brothers who had been very close to Luo Qingquan in recent years.
Perhaps it was because the Sect Master never made a statement, these two voices became louder and louder, but for a moment, they could even be heard from 800 miles away. There were more and more people shouting after them, and it gradually became like a big chorus, as if they wanted to create a momentum of "popular opinion".
"The way of practice, the one who achieves it is the first!"
"I implore the Sect Master to re-determine the position of Senior Brother!"
"That's right, why should a bum ride on everyone's head?"
"Don't go too far!" Finally, the disciples who were inclined to Wenxuan couldn't see it and started to pinch them.
This pinch is like chicken flying and dogs jumping. The two sides are tit-for-tat, and curses are heard one after another.
"What's too much? Shouldn't those who are capable do it?"
"Fuck! Is victory or defeat everything? How many things Brother Wen has done for the sect over the years, why can't you see it!"
"You just fart!"
Cursing and cursing, some people even rolled up their sleeves, and they were about to escalate from talking to doing.
Ji Ziang was still pondering there.
As for the other two Jindan elders next to him, one of the potbellied old men was laughing, and the other beautiful female cultivator was frowning, apparently disagreeing.
In short, they didn't care about the chaos underneath. Luo Qingquan held his head high and his chest out, proud of this momentum.
"What a system!"
It was Wen Xuan who finally shouted such a cry.
He faced the group of disciples watching the battle, his brows were furrowed, and he shouted with confidence, familiarity, and a sound like a bell, which immediately stunned everyone.
Some people were even shouted in a daze. Because at this moment, those who favored Wenxuan joined the war one after another and gradually gained the upper hand, and they were about to push the people under Luo Qingquan to the ground and beat them. It's still very aggrieved to be suddenly stopped drinking like this.
"Let's see what kind of occasion this is." Wen Xuan calmed down, but his voice was still loud, "The Sect Master and all the elders are still here, but you are making trouble like this, does it make sense?"
As soon as these words came out, many people bowed their heads in shame.
Of course, those who are willing to be obedient are all those who are inclined to Wenxuan in the first place. At this time, they withdrew from the battle, which just made those people under Luo Qingquan's banner satisfied.
Wen Xuan's eyes were already swept away coldly.
He stepped down from the platform step by step and stood in front of the two people who had cheered the most.
"Junior Brother Zhao." He called one of them.
This person didn't expect that he actually recognized him, but he was a little flattered.
"Last month's cultivation base assessment, I remember that you have retreated a lot. It can be said that it is terrible." Wen Xuan immediately said, "If this continues, when the end of the year assessment comes, I am worried about whether you can continue to be in the inner door. stay."
With a swipe, the man's face turned pale.
"And you, Junior Brother Feng." Wenxuan looked at the other person again, "You worshiped Senior Uncle Qi as your teacher, and you promised to learn alchemy with him, but this month... no, for three whole months, you entered the How many times have you been to the Dan room?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Junior Brother Feng's face was also extremely ugly all of a sudden, but he still said stubbornly, "Why do you ask?"
"Of course it matters. As long as I'm still in this position for a day, whether it's your cultivation level or other homework, I should ask." Wen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his thin lips pursed slightly, "And if you don't have the mind, It’s better to make it clear earlier, there are many people who need those resources more than you.”
This Junior Brother Feng was finally blocked and speechless, his lips trembling with whiteness.
Wenxuan then walked back step by step, leaving only one sentence, "The one who achieves the path of cultivation is the first - I hope you can remember this sentence yourself, always know what you should do the most, don't spend all your time. To delay your own practice in order to study some other means, put the cart before the horse."
When he walked to the stage again, it was already quiet and quiet, and the previous noise was no longer there.
And when he stood in front of Luo Qingquan again, Luo Qingquan's originally proud face was obviously not so good-looking anymore.
"Junior Brother Luo." Wen Xuan said, "Whether the position of senior brother should be re-determined, you can ask it at any time when you visit the head. But you want to be in front of everyone... Are you happy when you see the chaos just now?"