Now he is very clear that Yu Wen Qingxue is already in love. If this continues, how their relationship will develop is his biggest headache.
He now understood why the old man said that he was destined to be in trouble.
Since coming to the Taoist world, he has tried very hard not to mess with women, but if you don't mess with her, they will come to you. This is the most helpless thing.
"Miss Yuwen, you treat me like this, I really don't want to hurt you, but... alas!" After returning to the residence arranged by Zixiao Palace, Chen Nan was still thinking about this matter, but he couldn't think of anything perfect.
solution.
…
That night, Lin Ziyang came over alone.
There is no doubt that he came here because Chen Nan wanted to borrow the Wind Sword.
After he entered the door, he personally poured tea for Chen Nan and said with a kind smile: "Brother Kuang, I have already discussed this matter with the elders about the wind sword. I have already convinced the elders and they all agreed.
But the disciples in the sect heard the news from nowhere, and they opposed it with all their strength, and jointly remonstrated, saying that they were not convinced, and there were a few ignorant people who even said that they wanted to compete with Brother Kuang to learn about their cultivation."
Chen Nan frowned slightly: "What does Senior Lin mean?"
Lin Ziyang said helplessly: "There are really too many disciples who oppose it, and Lin has no choice. If Brother Kuang can lower his status, compete with a few of the representatives, and win the competition, I think no disciple will dare to do it again."
Objected."
Chen Nan knew very well that the so-called disciples' objections were all excuses.
Lin Ziyang's original intention was not to borrow it, but he was afraid of offending the Kuang clan, so he came up with such an excuse.
In this reverse competition, they will definitely win. After all, there are many disciples in Zixiao Palace, the oldest of whom are over a hundred years old, and their cultivation is naturally very strong. With such a big age gap, no matter how good their qualifications are,
It is impossible to defeat him.
Moreover, even if I win against one of them, there are still so many people who are still dissatisfied and can start a wheel battle.
By that time, even if the energy in my body is not exhausted, I am afraid that I will fall down from exhaustion.
"It's okay to compete, just treat it as a friendly match." Chen Nan said with a smile: "However, since it is a competition, there should be some rules, don't you think so, Senior Lin?"
Lin Ziyang felt cold in his heart and had a bad feeling: "Brother Kuang, if you have any requests, just ask."
Chen Nan sighed and said: "Kang is only twenty-two years old now, and his cultivation level is still shallow. Naturally, he does not dare to challenge all the disciples of Zixiao Palace. However, in order to show the sincerity of my Kuang Clan's borrowing the sword, the age difference with me is twenty years."
All Taoist friends under the age of 16 can accept the challenge. Of course, you can only challenge one person at a time, and you cannot accept challenges consecutively within a short period of time."
Lin Ziyang's face was ashen.
You can't bully the small with the big one, and you can't fight on wheels. What the hell is that?
What makes him helpless is that all these requests can only be regarded as normal requests and are reasonable, but he cannot refute them.
At this moment, Lin Ziyang secretly resented that the disciples in his sect were not living up to expectations. Among the thousands of disciples, none of them could match Chen Nan's qualifications. But think about it, looking at the world, there are countless cultivators, but how many people are there?
Can his qualifications be compared with those of the Mad Clan?
In the Taoist world, the word "mad clan" almost means invincible at the same level.
If someone can defeat the peers of the Kuang clan, it means that this person's qualifications are already considered a genius. And if someone can defeat the elite children of the Kuang clan of the same age, then he will become a genius in the future, and his path of cultivation is limitless.
Looking at Lin Ziyang, whose face was as pale as pig liver, Chen Nan smiled and said: "What's wrong, Senior Lin, is there something wrong with this?"
Lin Ziyang reacted and quickly showed a smile on his face and said: "No, no, what Brother Kuang said makes sense. Our Zixiao Palace has always been principled. If the old bullies the young, or it's a wheel battle, this game will be too
It’s meaningless, so it’s better not to compare.”
"Senior Lin is worthy of being the leader of a sect, he is indeed very magnanimous!" Chen Nan said with a smile and clasped his fists.
Lin Ziyang wanted to curse, but couldn't.
He cursed in his heart, "Only a devil is willing to negotiate justice with you. If it weren't for the power of the Mad Clan, I would have stabbed you to death."
"Brother Kuang, thank you. But it's getting late today, so it's naturally inconvenient to compete. How about we compete tomorrow morning?" Lin Ziyang asked.
Chen Nan said: "Everything will be subject to Senior Lin's arrangements."
"Then Lin will take his leave first." Lin Ziyang cupped his hands and hurriedly turned around and left.
It was a match that was guaranteed to win, but now Chen Nan restricted the age gap between his disciples. He had to rush back to discuss with the elders to select younger disciples with better qualifications.
Lin Ziyang stayed up all night, busy selecting disciples and teaching them more advanced techniques.
Chen Nan also didn't sleep. He was in the enemy camp and he had to be more vigilant. After all, his identity as a mad tribe was fake and he could be in danger at any time.
…
Early the next morning, Lin Ziyang sent someone to invite Chen Nan to the martial arts arena.
After arriving at the martial arts arena, Lin Ziyang, the elders of Zixiao Palace, and thousands of disciples were already waiting. When Chen Nan arrived at the venue, he first said a few polite words, saying sorry for being late, and then jumped up.
, jumped directly to the center of the martial arts field.
Lin Ziyang glanced at the disciples and said in a feigned displeasure: "You idiots who don't know the heights of the world dare to challenge Brother Kuang. If anyone is dissatisfied, come up and let Brother Kuang teach you a lesson."
A disciple in his thirties jumped onto the martial arts field and said, "I am not very talented, so I would like to learn a few moves with my crazy Taoist friend."
Chen Nan glanced at this disciple and didn't pay much attention to it. To him, the other person's cultivation level was nothing more than a character that could be knocked away with one punch.
"In order to show my sincerity in borrowing the sword from the mad clan and my respect for all fellow Taoists, no matter whether I win or lose in today's competition, I will not use the flying technique." Chen Nan is not arrogant, but the reality of his yin and yang world.
It's so conspicuous that as soon as you use it, your identity will be exposed immediately.
But when his words were heard by everyone in Zixiao Palace, they turned out to be absolutely arrogant and rampant!
Facing the monks, he dared to say that he would never use the art of flying no matter whether he won or lost. You must know that flying in the air is the innate magical power of the mad people. Without this innate magical ability, in addition to their physical strength and mental strength,
There is almost no big difference from ordinary warriors.
Fighting monks on the ground is almost asking for death.
The Zixiao Palace disciple felt that Chen Nan was insulting his strength, so he shouted loudly and urged his flying sword to kill Chen Nan.
"clang!"
Chen Nan struck the flying sword with his spiritual consciousness, instantly shattering the opponent's spiritual imprint, and the flying sword broke into two pieces.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Nan took seven steps to kill the God, rushed forward and punched out, with absolute power, the opponent was sent flying dozens of meters away, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood.
