Xiang Ru's face was cold. She wasn't stupid. She knew that without Han Yuntao's tacit approval, this group of inner court disciples wouldn't dare to brazenly discuss swordsmanship with Leng Xing.
Therefore, at this moment, the woman already hated this Han Yuntao to death, so she naturally didn't even bother to greet him.
On the contrary, Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, it doesn't matter. To me, Leng Xing, this is just a small matter."
Han Yuntao smiled and said, "Junior Brother Xingchen is quite broad-minded. That's good too …" Actually, in terms of swordsmanship, Junior Brother can completely refuse. There's no need to force yourself. "leaf
Fan Xian sneered in his heart. This guy was quite good at setting traps. First, he said, "You can refuse." It sounded like a kind advice, but if he really refused, wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?
"Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother, for your suggestion." Ye Fan didn't waste any more words. He only put his hand around Nian Ru's waist.
In public, such an intimate action would naturally be seen by everyone.
However, because they were Dao-companions, this wasn't anything special. It was just that Leng Xing, who had been a trash for more than a hundred years, actually dared to hug Xiang Ru in public. This really made many disciples dumbfounded. reading
Ru Jiao's dimples reddened as she looked at her lover with tender eyes. No matter what decision the man made today, she would support him.
Han Yuntao's eyelids twitched. One of his hands tightly gripped the sword at his waist, then let go.
He could clearly feel that Leng Xing had purposely let him see this scene!
On the high platform, Sect Leader Han Hui, Great Elder Leng Dong Lin, and the others were all slightly puzzled. In their impression, Leng Xing was not this calm and composed, nor did he have the guts to do such a thing to provoke Han Yuntao …
Originally, he didn't believe that a yes-man trash would suddenly dare to go to the Exquisite Pavilion and even contradict Han Yuntao. Now, the elders believed it …
This Cold Star seemed to have changed?
Unfortunately, he was no longer the genius from back then. The elders sighed in their hearts.
At this moment, an elder with white hair and beard walked down with a tray in his hand.
"Leng Xing, on the forty-nine bamboo pieces on this tray, the names of the disciples who came to find you for the Heaven Lake Sword Discourse are written.
Every disciple had already handed over two thousand stones to the Elders Council, and all the Elders present could act as witnesses.
According to the rules, if you don't want to accept the challenge, you can turn over their bamboo slips and cover their names.
Anyone who reveals their name will be your opponent in the Heaven Lake Sword Duel … "
After listening to the elder's introduction, Fan Xian silently estimated in his heart. Other than the two fellows who were arranged by the Leng Yu couple, the other forty-seven were all genuine.
Forty-seven of them, and each of them took out 2000 Great Desolate Stones, which was around 470 Great Desolate Stones!
Oh my god, according to the Great Desolate Stone here, it was close to a hundred thousand stones!
The total value of the Precious Gem Pavilion's auction wasn't even this much. This was definitely a "huge sum"!!
If he could take these Great Desolate Stones back, Chu Yunyao would definitely be very happy … Ye Fan was secretly happy in his heart.
"Cold Star? Cold Star? Did you hear what I said? "The white-haired elder frowned. He saw that Ye Fan was smiling inexplicably.
Ye Fan came back to his senses, grinned and said, "I heard it. Elder, give me this plate."
The white-haired elder didn't understand, but he still handed the plate to him. leaf
After Fan Xian received it, he turned around and looked at Leng Yu and Mo Xinzhi, who were anxiously winking at him. Then, he looked at Han Yuntao and the other inner and outer sect disciples.
The great hall was completely silent. No one knew what Ye Fan was going to do …
Suddenly, Ye Fan threw the entire tray onto the ground!
"Clang!"
A pile of bamboo pieces with names written on them were scattered all over the ground!
Cold Star! What are you doing!? "The white-haired elder was shocked and asked in dissatisfaction.
Xiang Ru, who was at the side, also covered her mouth. Her beautiful eyes widened in shock.
Behind them, Sect Leader Han Hui, Great Elder Leng Dong Lin, Han Qi, and the other elders all stood up with doubtful expressions on their faces.
At this time, Bin stood up, pointed at Ye Fan and scolded, "Cold Star! What do you want to do!? Do you think that just because you threw the sign on the ground, it doesn't count!?
Cold Star! Don't even think about cheating! If you don't dare to accept any of them, then pick up all the signs and turn them over one by one! "Han Gang also said in a stern voice.
"This trash!" He was simply trying to act shamelessly! First, you want to increase the stakes, and now you refuse to follow the rules. You still dare to act recklessly in front of the Sect Leader!?
The group of disciples were filled with righteous indignation. This time, they had all become comrades in arms in this "crusade against the trash of the Leng Clan". Now that there was someone taking the lead, they naturally couldn't stop cursing.
It was as if they were beating up a drowning dog together. Everyone wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to ruthlessly trample on the Leng Clan's young master and show off in front of Han Yuntao and the other members of the Han Clan.
Standing to the side, Leng Yu, Leng Yu, and the other members of the Leng Clan, including Elder Leng Dong Lin, all had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.
"Shut up!" Who dares to call my son trash!? "Mo Xinzhi felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife as she angrily retorted.
The hundreds of people in the great hall were in a hubbub.
Just as they were about to quarrel, a soul-shaking shout rang out.
"Silence!"
On the high platform, Sect Leader Han Hui stood up with his hands behind his back and a grave and stern face.
He looked to be in his forties. He had a white jade bun on his head, a short beard, and a tall stature. He exuded a mountain-like majesty.
Some of the disciples with lower cultivation bases turned pale just from this shout. Their Qi, blood, and internal energy were in disorder. leaf
Fan Xian muttered in his heart. Sure enough, although they were both at the Sky Spirit Realm, Han Hui, who had cultivated for thousands of years, was still much stronger than Han Yuntao.
After all, there were nine levels of Foundation Establishment, and there were definitely nine levels of Spirit Creation as well. It was the same logic as the difference between the Beginner Realm and the Great Perfection Realm on the surface.
Seeing that everyone had quietened down, Han Hui coldly snorted and said, "We cultivators can only cultivate the Dao by cultivating our hearts. What kind of nonsense is this? Do you think this Hall of Cold Light is a teahouse in the market where mortals live? "
The group of disciples quickly cupped their hands and bowed, admitting their wrongs while trembling with fear.
Han Hui then looked at Ye Fan, his cold eyes flashing as he said, "Leng Xing, are you going to overturn the heavens today?
The Heaven Lake Sword Discourse is a rule set by the founder of our Cold Light Sect. It is solemn and dignified, how can we mess around as we please?!
"Immediately pick up all of these nameplates and complete this ceremony according to the rules of the Heaven Lake Sword Discourse!" leaf
The corner of Fan Xian's mouth raised slightly, but he didn't reply. Instead, he walked over to the bamboo pieces, and his two feet directly stepped on them!
When the disciples saw this scene, their eyes immediately turned red with anxiety. This trash actually dared to step on their nameplate!?
Han Hui and the group of elders also revealed looks of shock. Could it be that this kid had gone crazy!? Was he going to offend all the disciples!?
Leng Yu and Mo Xinzhi felt like they were about to faint. If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't rush out right now, they really wanted to bring their son out of the hall!
"Husband!" Xiang Ru was so anxious that she was about to cry. Could it be that her husband was too nervous and had gone crazy from fright!?
However, Fan Xian calmly swept his gaze around and proudly said, "I, Leng Xing, am the successor of the Leng Clan after the founding ancestor. You bunch of mobs, are you even worthy of discussing swords with this young master, Tian Chi?
In the past, this young master was humble. I didn't want you to think that the people of my Leng Clan were arrogant, but you guys didn't know what was good for you.
Let me tell you, this young master doesn't even need to touch your nameplates, nor do I need to see the names of your trash!
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