Debate over the cliff and discuss the Tao through battle. This is a grand gathering held by the younger generation of Ziwei every year. This time, four of them, represented by Gou Zhengxing, Leng Danqin, Liu Yuanlong and Murong Ling, are hosting this grand gathering.
The platform is surrounded by many young cultivators, who come from various regions. Among them are disciples of the four major sects, some disciples of small forces, and even wandering casual cultivators. They are not weak in cultivation and are all extraordinary people.
These people seemed very calm, discussing the realm of Taoism and the laws of nature. Each of them had a peaceful aura flowing around them, as gentle as spring water. Even though some people had a tragic murderous aura, they were still very peaceful at this moment.
In the other direction, Jiang Xiaofan was lying casually on the grass, biting a straw root in the corner of his mouth, looking a little leisurely. He was staring at Murong Ling, showing a sneer from time to time, ready to take action at any time.
"Let's discuss the truth through war, and discuss through war, let's begin..."
Three hours later, Ziwei taught Gou Zhengxing to speak and clasped his fists around the platform. Someone rose into the air and rushed to the central platform, which was set up for debate. This was the battlefield for this grand event.
The cultivation of these people is not weak, and they are naturally very powerful to be able to come here. Various secret arts and magical powers emerge in an endless stream, which makes Jiang Xiaofan a little dazzled, and there are exclamations of surprise from time to time nearby.
Next to him, Ye Yuanxue suddenly stretched out his jade hand to shake Jiang Xiaofan. With his big eyes gleaming, he pointed at the platform and said, "Hey, hey, hey, I want to go there to practice as a wolf."
"Don't go!"
Jiang Xiaofan immediately shook his head, how could he let her go up.
"I'm going!"
"Don't go!"
Finally, Ye Yuanxue turned her head angrily and ignored Jiang Xiaofan.
Jiang Xiaofan is so sweaty. Ye Qiuyu has already told her many times that there is nothing special. Don't let Ye Yuanxue get involved in the fight. The most important thing is that Jiang Xiaofan has his own reasons. He will step on others later.
"Xiao Xue'er, be good, just watch here. Girl, don't do anything casually, I will help you fight."
Hearing this, Ye Yuanxue immediately stared at him with big eyes and shouted angrily: "You want to cause trouble again?!"
Jiang Xiaofan: "..."
The debate was coming to an end. Standing on the platform was a handsome young man who looked a bit like jade and had a unique temperament. He was Murong Ling of the Ziyang Sect. He had defeated almost everyone.
"As expected of Master Murong, he is really too strong!"
"It seems that the rumors are true. Except for the limited three or two people in the Ziyang Sect, there really is no one who can compare with Master Murong. Such combat prowess is admirable. He is indeed a leader of the younger generation. I admire him."
Many people complimented him, with awe in their expressions. Murong Ling had just passed the age of twenty, but he overpowered everyone here. Almost all of them raised their hands to defeat the enemy, even the cultivators of the seventh and eighth levels of Jue Chen were no exception. , many people estimate that except for Leng Danqin and the other three, no one in this place can be his enemy.
"Thank you for your praise, fellow Taoists. I still lack a lot."
Murong Ling saluted the people he spoke to, his expression was very humble, which made people feel good.
Gou Zhengxing, Liu Yuanlong, and Leng Danqin, these three people are not weak in strength. They are all young and strong men at the peak of the ninth level of Juechen. However, Murong Ling's strength made several people feel the pressure, and their expressions were a little solemn. For the time being, they were not. Show up.
There are many young cultivators here, but after seeing Murong Ling's fighting prowess, no one takes the stage to fight again. The outcome is already decided. The elite disciples of Ziyang Sect are well-deserved, and even the eighth-level cultivators of Jue Chen will not be defeated. Effortless.
Jiang Xiaofan knew it was time. He sent a message to Ye Yuanxue, moved slightly, and stepped onto the debate stage in one step.
"What, there are still people who dare to challenge?"
"After seeing Master Murong's fighting prowess, he still dares to step onto the high platform like this. It's a commendable courage, but it feels like he's trying to block a car with his arms."
"I don't know, except for those few people, who here can fight with Master Murong."
Many people nearby shook their heads, feeling that Jiang Xiaofan was simply overestimating his abilities by challenging Murong Ling on stage. Some people even thought that Jiang Xiaofan's move was just to gain fame. As long as he could defeat Murong Ling here, his status would surely be lifted. Soaring to the sky, he is famous among the younger generation of Ziwei.
"Brother Jiang..." The Xiao brothers and sisters were a little surprised.
Only Ye Yuanxue shook her fist angrily and whispered: "This shameless big wolf is so abominable. He didn't let the lady go and sharpen it, but he actually ran to fight by himself. I'm so angry. I'll kill him later." nice!"
On the debate stage, Murong Ling looked as usual, still wearing a faint smile, and spoke very politely. He made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Xiaofan and said: "Brother Taoist, please give me some advice. Let's get started."
Jiang Xiaofan did not take action immediately, he folded his arms in front of his chest, looked at Murong Ling with a half-smile, and said: "Murong Ling, you haven't forgotten who I am, have you?"
The expressions of the people around the forum changed. Many people were dissatisfied with Jiang Xiaofan's direct address to Murong Ling. There was a lot of discussion for a while. Even Gou Zhengxing, Leng Danqin and Liu Yuanlong frowned and looked over. .