"I'm humiliating your disciples. After talking to you, my senior, why did we cause trouble? Instead, we shouted and beat you when we meet!" Mo Xian said lightly.

"Nonsense, we have never been like this. We just heard that you were from the Immortal Sect and wanted to capture you." Changsun Shunyi, seeing Wen's sword coming, became bolder and jumped out immediately.

When Mo Xian saw him coming, he was afraid of death, but when he saw Wen Yijian coming, he wanted to show himself again, so he said so.

"I am from the Immortal Sect. My predecessors have grudges, but the disaster is not as good as my juniors. Besides, hundreds of years have passed. Who can tell the truth about the things that day? Your sect hates the Immortal Sect like this, but Immortal Sect doesn't know. It's really ridiculous to say that your ancestors made a lasting decree that day. Have you ever agreed with your juniors?" Mo Xian was still like that.

Mo Xian said this. In a sect, the ancestor's will is unconditionally followed, but Mo Xian has lived in the world of cultivation for decades, and his thoughts are inevitably influenced by the world of cultivation. In the world of cultivation, the sect no longer exists. Although respecting teachers and teachings, it is not blind, but truly respecting knowledge, respecting teachers in personality, rather than following their own words.

After he said this, the four other people's faces changed, but it was difficult to refute his language. Since the first generation of ancestors passed away, the older generation had never achieved the Nascent Soul. Wen Yijian was a second generation disciple and had never seen Meng Xia. How could he know the situation at that time? Everything was heard from the older generation, and the older generation had passed away, and the fallen fall, and the death of natural death. Fortunately, Meng Xia left many Taoist books, and the younger generation gradually strengthened the Taoyuan Sect on this basis.

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is a heresy. How can you not obey the will of the ancestor? The younger generation should follow the meaning of the ancestor!" Wen Yijian said firmly.

"If the ancestor is wrong, do you still have to abide by it?" Mo Xian was very troubled by this kind of news. Generally, the ancestors of the sects still have good personalities, and there is usually nothing big mistakes.

"How could the ancestor be wrong?" Wen Yijian didn't even think about it.

"The ancestor is not a god, of course there is a mistake. Even if it is a god, the great way is endless. How can an intelligent life not make mistakes?" Mo Xian said bluntly, he just wanted to break this tradition.

When Mo Xian said this, Wen Yijian was more cautious. If a person dared to say this, first, he was a naughty green man. Mo Xian was not like a naughty green man. Then he had enough confidence in himself and was not afraid of others saying it. He should have enough strength. Only such a person can say such things. Such a person can establish a sect and say that he seems to be a ruthless person. In fact, after he thinks seriously, if such a person does not kill him, he should not be enemies with him.

Wen Yijian thought of this and said, "We don't have verbal disputes. The tradition needs to be maintained. Since you have great ambitions, you don't want to ask you for the second move. If you win, then Taoyuan Sect welcomes you. If you lose, there is nothing to say, wait for your master to come and take it!"

His passage is more clear. No matter what the result is, he has no worries about life. From this we can see that he is indeed a cautious person, and it is indeed not easy to reach this level.

Mo Xian smiled. He saw through Wen Yijian's psychology and did not look down on him because of this. He nodded and said, "Since that's the case, you are a senior, please attack first!"

Wen Yijian was not polite and said, "Be careful!" The Longying Sword appeared, and a golden light was blue in the sky and the earth, and it fell directly into Mo Xian's top gate. There was no trick, and it went straight, but the sword light was condensed.

Mo Xian pointed his hand, and the Zhu Chan sword turned into a blood rainbow, without using any tricks. It was just a sword, one red and one gold intersected, and the aftermath of the sword energy in the air sounded loudly. Both sides wanted to test the strength of the other party. When the sword intersected, Wen Yijian's face changed. Although Mo Xian was fighting with the sword, the force coming from the sword was like a mountain, and he almost couldn't control the sword.

With a finger, his hand, the sword energy turned into silk, and countless golden sword silks hung down, like a willow branch in the wind, entangling Mo Xian, surrounding Mo Xian tightly, like a golden cocoon. Mo Xian's body and swords were united, and the sword was born in the world, and it calmly emerged from it. Tens of thousands of sword silks fell into the world of sword energy and were assimilated in an instant.

"Swords are born in the world!" Wen Yijian shouted as if he had seen a ghost, "You are born in the world! I lost!"

Wen Yijian decisively retreated in an instant. He did not expect that Mo Xian had achieved the sword-born world. The sword-born world was simply unimaginable for him. His face was gray. It was not that Mo Xian hurt him, but a little disheartened. At that moment, he almost lost his heart. It was hard to be so powerful when encountering the Immortal Sect. Mo Xian looked very young. His sword technique had reached this level. He was only at the age of the sword-born world, and he had not even reached the sword-born world. Compared with Mo Xian, he was several levels away. The great sect was so difficult to be so strong. If he had to challenge the great sect, wouldn't he be blocking the chariot?

He misunderstood that Mo Xian's sword technique was originally practiced by himself. By chance, he first obtained the White Ape Sword Technique, and later studied martial arts. In addition, he was a killer, and many factors gathered together to achieve Mo Xian's sword technique. However, Mo Xian's sword technique went astray and did not generate a sword heart at all. Fortunately, his realm was there, such a strange thing appeared. Yuxian Sect is not a sword cultivation sect, but Chunyang Pavilion is the one. Most people do not understand sword technique, but some people practice sword technique at the same time, and most of them just taste it.

"Actually, my senior's swordsmanship has already entered the house, but my senior's knowledge is still insufficient, otherwise it would not be like this." Mo Xian couldn't bear it when he saw him feeling lost, so he gave advice.

Fortunately, Wen Yijian's heart of Taoism was also very firm. After a while, he finally returned to normal. He clasped his fists: "Taoyuan Sect welcomes you. If you have time, you can visit Taoyuan Sect!"

"We must go, but before that, we will have to inspect here. In about three days, we will visit the noble sect." Mo Xian said, and he also wanted to see Meng Xia's place of stay after leaving Yuxian Sect that day.

"Fellow Taoist come, I, Wen Yijian, will definitely welcome you!" Wen Yijian said that Mo Xian could not stick to the tradition. Wen Yijian realized that he did have this strength, so he said this. Wen Yijian took three golden elixirs back. To a certain extent, Wen Yijian was unwilling to admit the will of the ancestor. Anyway, the ancestor had passed away and was not ascended. He could make friends with the great sect and had great benefits. His status in the sect made him speak very well. He decided to go back and persuade the leader, so why should he not carry the shackles of his ancestors?
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