Fang Chang just opened the door and saw Elder Tang walking out with a few disciples.
"Elder Tang, where are you taking the people?"
Elder Tang saw Fang Chang and replied with a smile.
"Deacon Fang, I plan to take a few disciples to communicate with several other familiar sects. This is also the previous practice, and it can be regarded as a warm-up before the sect conference.
Do you want to join in the fun too?"
When Fang Chang heard it was a fight, he wasn't very interested.
Yesterday, he heard that there is a hot spring in Zhengqi Villa, which contains strange substances that can nourish the skin and activate blood circulation, and is especially suitable for skin care.
Ling Hai is still as young as a young man in his forties, so the credit for this hot spring is indispensable.
Therefore, it attracted many female relatives from various major sects.
Fang Chang decided to conduct an on-the-spot investigation.
It's definitely not to look at girls, at most it's just to take care of girls.
Just as he was talking, Tie Zhu walked out of the house on the side.
"elder brother."
Tiezhu still looks like a quiet and beautiful girl.
Fang Chang smiled like a wolf grandmother: "Tie Zhu, I'll take you to a hot spring. I heard it's very comfortable."
The girl replied sweetly: "Wherever my brother goes, I will go."
Fang Chang decided happily.
"Then let's go watch the fight first, and then go to the hot springs when we're tired."
"Elder Tang, together?"
Elder Tang, who had been waiting for a long time, explained with a smile:
"Deacon Fang, this is communication, not fighting."
Fang Chang waved his hand: "Don't worry about these details, it all means the same thing anyway."
Elder Tang smiled helplessly.
…
The disciples at this disciple exchange meeting were on a small island in the middle of the lake in Zhengqi Villa.
Well, there is a lake in Zhengqi Villa. You can imagine the area and rich heritage of the Villa.
Fang Chang secretly muttered something about a big dog.
Although with the existence of cultivators, building a house should not be too simple, but the cost of such a large area can be imagined.
If placed in the feudal dynasty era without extraordinary power.
To build a huge manor like Zhengqi Villa, without the efforts of four or five generations and countless money, it would never be of this scale.
Island in the middle of the lake.
Fang Chang and Tiezhu quietly walked among the Spirit Sword Sect team, looking left and right, like a fledgling disciple.
Speaking of which, he has not officially participated in such an exchange meeting, so his curiosity is not entirely fake.
This exchange meeting was held by four sects.
They are Lingjian Sect, Baicao Valley, Changsong Sect, and Tiangong Sect, all of which belong to the second echelon of the eighteen sects.
There are also circles between sects.
Although the Lingjian Sect has been in a bit of a downturn since the last sect leader disappeared, after all, it ranked fifth in the last sect conference, and with the emergence of a new sect leader, Li Jianchun, it has a solid record.
Therefore, in this exchange meeting, Elder Tang vaguely took the lead.
Baicao Valley is a medical cultivator sect. The owner of the valley is a medical cultivator. He is not only great in medical skills, but also has amazing strength.
Doctors can heal people, but they can also hurt them.
What's more, there is no one who doesn't suffer from missing arms or legs. Maybe he will ask for it.
The leader is a female cultivator with an ordinary appearance and gentle temperament. Most of the disciples behind him are female cultivators. It is said that this is because the Valley Master is a female cultivator.
Needless to say, the Changsong sect has a natural bond with Mrs. Qin. The two sects usually quarrel with each other in private, but in public the two sects look like they are wearing the same pants.
The leader of the team this time was a white-faced swordsman, dressed in red. I don't know if he was born with it or had two pounds of powder on his face, but there was no blood on his face. Seeing him reminded Fang Chang of the word vampire.
The Changsong Sect is a cultivation sect with mostly swordsmen, because the previous Changsong Sect was a Jianghu sect and was famous in Annan Road for its Changsong Swordsmanship.
However, there is no orthodox swordsmanship among their sect, only swordsmanship that they have pieced together here and there.
When the Changsong Sect married Mrs. Qin, in addition to forming an alliance, they also had the idea of seeking to inherit the swordsmanship of the Spirit Sword Sect.
As you can tell by the name, the Tiangong Sect is a sect of a group of machine masters.
Mechanics are also heretic monks who specialize in creation and pursue the ultimate power of artifacts.
In the future, all the patrol aircraft carriers, spiritual stone cannons, god-killing crossbows and other great weapons of the Tang Dynasty were created by this group of mechanics, as well as the Gundam Mecha, one of the ultimate dreams of men.
At the time when he traveled through time, there were already crazy gamers starting to study it.
So Fang Chang is quite interested in them.
After all, who doesn’t want to fly a Gundam?
It's just that the Tiangong sect's mechanical masters are extremely closed-minded and have poor skills per capita. Moreover, this profession, like the puppet master, is extremely talent-oriented. Therefore, there are very few disciples of the Tiangong sect. Even for this exchange meeting, only two people, big and small, came.
three.
And everyone seems to be in a state of disbelief.
The host is Elder Tang.
Just listen to his impassioned speech:
"Disciples are the future of a sect. If a sect fails to succeed, it means that its future is destined to be lonely. If a sect has excellent successors, even if it is occasionally frustrated, it will eventually make a comeback.
Our new Sect Master Li Jianchun of the Lingjian Sect fully illustrates this fact.
Without him leading our Spirit Sword Sect to rise again, our Spirit Sword Sect is destined to be at the bottom of this sect conference.
The importance of inheritance is self-evident.
In addition, working behind closed doors will only limit your vision. There are heroes all over the world. Not to mention far away, just among our 18 sects, there are quite a few rising stars, even I would be impressed.
Therefore, the purpose of the exchange meeting is to let us disciples recognize the reality clearly, and not to be complacent just because we have achieved small achievements in one sect or one sect. We should not sit back and watch the sky, but to look at our peers and the world.
Now it’s up to me to introduce some ideas, Qian Mu, you can teach me the clever tricks of all the fellow apprentices.”
Elder Tang pointed to a temporarily named male disciple behind him and said.
To say that there are no outstanding successors in the Lingjian Sect now, there are none. The few disciples who are slightly more promising have all become accomplished and have gone down the mountain.
Finally, one came back, and he also broke through the realm of foundation building and rose in seniority.
So the few disciples brought here this time are all just making up the numbers.
Therefore, Elder Tang was very self-aware and only talked about using bricks and mortar to attract others.
Qian Mu knew that his role was to start the show, but he still showed his best.
He stepped on it and jumped to the open space aside.
"Spirit Sword Sect Qian Mu, please give me some advice from all my brothers."
He raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a long green needle instrument spinning.
Seeing that Qian Mu's magical weapon was a long needle, the leading female cultivator from Baicao Valley laughed.
"Why is he a needle user? Xiaonuan, try your hand at this senior brother. If you can't beat him, then admit defeat."
She explained to an oval-faced female disciple behind her.
"Yes, uncle."
The female disciple was wearing a pale pink dress, her palms were spread out, and a pale white flying needle also appeared.
Most of the monks in Baicao Valley use flying needles as their magical weapons. The difference is between one needle and several needles.
"Elder Tang, your Spirit Sword Sect disciples don't use flying swords, are you unable to find disciples who know how to control swords?"
The white-faced swordsman of the Changsong Sect pointed out:
"Otherwise, our Changsong sect can support a few people, so that there will be no successors to this unique skill."
Elder Tang laughed and said:
"Who stipulates that the Spirit Sword Sect must have swords? Our sect leader has said that the sword is in the heart, and the sword in the heart is the disciple of my Spirit Sword Sect. As for the spiritual weapon used, it all depends on the suitability of the disciple.
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Even if one day in the future, no disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect wields a sword anymore, that is still the Spirit Sword Sect."
This was definitely not what Li Hu said.
Fang Chang silently glanced at Elder Tang, no wonder this guy is still doing well after being a wallflower, this old boy is really good at being a good person.
Look, Li Hu is not here yet, and he is still praising a man who is old enough to be his grandson without any blush.
Every sentence is inseparable from the guidance of the sect master. The sect master has said that following the sect master’s words is the guideline for life.
Who doesn't like it?
The white-faced swordsman smiled but said: "It's a pity that he has the unique skill of sword control."
Only the Tiangong faction remained silent.
the other side.
The female cultivators from Baicao Valley and the male disciples from Lingjian Sect are already fighting each other.
I saw two flying needles flying up, intertwining and colliding in the air.
The male disciple's face was serious, and he was distracted. He was making secrets with his hands, and a breeze surrounded his body. He stepped on the wind under his feet, and his body was very fast.
There is also a small fireball generated from the wind.
The wind assisted the fire. With the help of this wind, a low-level fireball spell gained 30% more power out of thin air.
Then came the second fireball, the third fireball...
Not to be outdone, the female cultivator made a seal, and a seed in her hand quickly grew and turned into a long blue-black vine, which she whipped away like a whip.
A medium-level spiritual technique at the Dharma level - the technique of transformation!
Transform into a whip!
The long vine seemed to have eyes, and like a spiritual snake dancing wildly, it actually drew all the incoming fireballs into balls of sparks and dispersed them.
With the long vine above, the male disciple was attracted and wanted to drive the fireball to avoid the long vine's protection.
Little did he know that some grass seeds rolled down along with the vines at his feet. The grass seeds suddenly grew in size and several blades of grass wrapped around the male disciple's feet like ropes.
A low-grade spiritual technique of the Dharma level - grass seed entanglement!
He just discovered it, but it was too late.
The grass was so tough that the male disciple couldn't get away for a while. The pale white flying needle that was fighting in the air suddenly accelerated and headed towards his fixed target.
The male disciple forcibly withdrew his mind. No one was controlling the fireball. It suddenly dispersed and all his mind was focused on the long needle, a magic weapon.
The highest-grade spiritual art of the Dharma level—the art of armored spirituality!
I saw the long emerald green needles suddenly radiating brightly, arriving first and then dividing into dozens of flying needles, attacking the female cultivator with a proud smile on her face.
Since it's too late to save yourself, both sides will suffer.
The smile on the female cultivator's face froze, and she quickly popped out another seed. The seed grew rapidly in mid-air and turned into a grass shield.
A medium-level spiritual technique at the Dharma level - the technique of transformation!
Transform the shield!
call!
At this moment, a gust of breeze blew.
The female cultivator found that all the flying needle shadows stopped in front of her, and then suddenly dispersed. Only one green flying needle whined and fell to the ground.
And as the female cultivator turned to defense, the male disciple's feet also gained life, and with a burst of magic power, the uncontrolled spiritual grass was broken.
But the female cultivator's flying needle has arrived, and her brows feel cool.
He had a look of dejection on his face. He thought that the female nun would fight back, but he didn't expect that the female nun looked weak on the surface, but was also determined to lose both sides.
As for the danger, he wasn't worried.
After all, there are many division commanders here, so his life will not be injured.
Sure enough, just when the long needle was about to hit him, the long needle seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and could no longer move forward.
At the same time, there was a stabbing pain in his mind, and his magical weapon was also blocked.
The leading female cultivator from Baicao Valley recalled her disciples and smiled at Elder Tang:
"Elder Tang, how about a draw? Both disciples were not injured, so today is a good start."
Elder Tang shook his head and said:
"If you lose, you lose. Your female disciple is kind-hearted, and I am not stupid.
If the ordinary grass seeds just now were replaced by the poisonous grass seeds secretly prepared by your Baicao Valley, my disciple would have fallen down long ago, and there would be no chance to fight back.
Your Baicao Valley's spiritual arts are still so powerful, and they are really great support for low-level spiritual arts."
The leading female cultivator smiled modestly and said: "It's just a small path. Low-level spiritual arts are fine. When it comes to high-level spiritual arts, it's hard to find one. In the end, it all depends on your true strength."
"Qian Mu, come back, remember today's lesson, if you don't focus on yourself during the battle, others will seize the opportunity.
You have to thank this junior sister for showing mercy to you."
Elder Tang looked like he was giving guidance.
The male disciple, who originally had an expression of reluctance, was suddenly surprised when he heard Elder Tang's words. He looked at the female cultivator who had returned to the team and gave her her hand.
"Thank you, junior sister, for showing mercy."
"It's just a discussion."
The female cultivator smiled back.
The male disciples only found the female cultivator's smile so beautiful.
At this moment, I heard a joke coming from across the lake.
“If we fight like this, you’re polite to me, and I’m polite to you, when will we see blood?
Tang Laopao, Xue Niangpao, Zheng Mutou, and Miss Su, do you mind if our Yuanjue Temple also attends your exchange meeting?"
The voice fell.
Then he saw waves rising on the lake surface, golden light shining, and a group of bald men with bare breasts and swords in hand stepping into the water.
The leader was a middle-aged monk with a medium build and a ferocious appearance.
He wears half of his clothes diagonally, with one sleeve tied around his waist. On his chest is a tattoo of an Arhat capturing a dragon and subduing a tiger, surrounded by clouds and mist.
Fang Chang, who was still a little sleepy at first, suddenly became energetic.
Here comes the show-raiser!
The sensible Tie Zhu had already handed over a bag of fried melon seeds.
Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then touched Tie Zhu's head.
"He who knows me is an iron pillar."
He took out a two-person mazaar from his storage bag, and sat behind the disciples with Tie Zhu, quietly waiting for the show to begin.
Elder Tang and the white-faced swordsman both looked angry.
Although he is often the first to run away from fights, he doesn't slap people in the face when they hit him, and he doesn't expose others when he scolds them. Being called "Tang Lao Run" is really too much!
Although he has a pale face, a thin voice, and loves to dress up in women's clothing, he is a serious and pure man, and he is simply too bullying!
As for the Tiangong sect elder named Mu Mu, he just raised his head and glanced at the monk, and continued to wander. However, a big dog appeared at his feet.
The female cultivator from Baicao Valley was not angry, but looked at the monks with a bit of disgust.
"You bunch of bastards who deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, do you think that if you shave your head, you will be a real monk? You are not welcome here, get out of here!"
Elder Tang took the lead in attacking.
The white-faced swordsman also said sharply:
"Master Yuanjue has passed away. This time your Yuanjue Temple will be removed from the eighteen alliances. How dare you show up if you don't keep your tail between your legs!"
