In the following period of time, Li Fan didn't cultivate anymore. Instead, he consolidated the strength in his body.
It wasn't a good thing to improve his strength too quickly. Although Li Fan hadn't cultivated for a long time, he deeply understood this principle. It was easy to become a demon in one day, but difficult to cultivate for a thousand years. The faster one cultivated and grew, the more unstable one's state of mind would be!
It was like a person who slowly earned money and became rich bit by bit. He knew how to take care of his own wealth. But if it was a nouveau riche, he wouldn't know how to deal with his wealth. Squandering it was a common thing.
And it was the same for people who suddenly inherited great power. For example, some second-generation rich people would also squander the wealth that the previous generation had worked hard to earn.
Li Fan had this kind of awareness. If he wanted to cultivate a divine technique, it was naturally possible. Increasing his speed appropriately was also a good choice. But if it was too fast, it wouldn't be good.
Not choosing to continue absorbing True Qi, Li Fan began to consolidate his strength. This was the most correct choice. During this process, Li Fan was still using the breathing technique of Mount Hua to adjust his state of mind.
Li Fan gradually calmed down. After a certain period, he also entered a deep sleep.
The night quietly passed and the sun rose again.
The Mount Hua today was different from the past. It was unknown how many experts had come here and gathered on Mount Hua. These experts all had different appearances, but every one of them had one thing in common, which was that they all carried a treasured sword.
The people of the Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow Sword Sects had all arrived at the peak of Mount Hua, waiting for the Sword Discourse Conference.
On the peak of Mount Hua, it was unknown how many years it took to build a huge observatory. This observatory was a beautiful Eight Trigrams stone platform. Half of it was next to the cliff, while the other half was outside the cliff.
On the two sides of this observatory, there were two huge sculptures of human figures.
These two figures were said to be the two founders of Mount Hua. And each of them had two disciples. The four of them founded the four major sword sects. Since then, there had been endless disputes. In the end, the rule of the Sword Discourse Conference was set. Once every ten years, the next master of Mount Hua would be chosen in the Sword Discourse Conference!
"This is the Sword Conference!"
Xia Yi followed beside Li Fan, looking at the swordsmen from outside with some excitement. "There are so many people today, almost catching up to the usual tourists!"
"Don't make a fuss. There are thousands of tourists. If it's a holiday, it'll be even scarier."
Li Fan patted Xia Hou's head and said, "There are about two to three hundred swordsmen. Although there are quite a few of them, it's not shocking enough. "
"As if you've seen something grand, hmph."
"Believe me, I've been through the Spring Festival."
Xia Yi obviously didn't understand what Li Fan meant, but it couldn't suppress her curiosity.
"Look! The cultivators from the other sword sects have arrived!"
Xia Ming pointed.
Li Fan also carefully sized up the swordsmen. Most of their clothes only had four colors.
The one from Heavenly Sword Faction was mainly white while the one from Earth Sword Faction was black. The Xuanjian Sect had a green hue, so the Huang Jian Sect naturally had a yellow hue.
The people from the four sword sects only had one goal, and that was to become the champion of this Sword Conference.
"The Sword Conference is divided into two parts. One part is for the younger generation to compete, and the other part is for the sect leaders to compete."
Xia Hou was still introducing to Li Fan, "But the Sword Conference is cruel. The arena master must be able to defend the stage."
"That is indeed very cruel. It's a battle of attrition."
Li Fan saw that Chen Junhua was already warming up, ready to go on stage at any time.
The master of the West Mountain, Tang Yao, also stood at the highest position with an extraordinary aura. On his left and right stood two people who were about the same age as him. The one on the left had his arms crossed. His face was cold like an ice mountain.
The other was wearing an iron mask so his face couldn't be seen. However, other than his own sword, he was also carrying Tang Yao's sword.
The one with the cold face was the sword protecting elder, and the one with the iron mask was the sword holding elder.
The two of them had similar strength and were Tang Yao's left and right arms.
In front of him were a few experts wearing other colored clothes. They were the sect leaders of the other sword sects.
"Sect leader Tang, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
The sect leader in black did not seem to have a good attitude, "This year's master of Mount Hua should be replaced."
"Sect leader Wang, long time no see. Your temper is still as straightforward as ever."
Tang Yao laughed and said, "As for who can become the master of Mount Hua, it will depend on their own sword techniques. Sect leader Wang, in these ten years, I wonder if your sword techniques have improved. "
"Don't worry, I guarantee that you will be satisfied."
"Sect Leader Wang, it's time for you to change your temper."
The sect leader of the Yellow Sword Sect, Ning Peng, said, "Under the leadership of sect leader Tang, Mount Hua is getting better and better. Sect leader Chen, don't you think so? "
The sect leader of the Xuanjian Sect was called Chen Xuan, and he looked like an honest person. He nodded, "Yes, yes, it's good that it's stable, it's good that it's stable …"
"Don't the two of you want to sit at the peak of Mount Hua?"
The sect leader of the Earth Sword Sect was called Wang Runliang. He angrily pointed at a throne on the mountain peak.
"Don't the two of you want it?"
"Aiya, my strength is not enough. As long as I can manage those little brats of the Yellow Sword Sect, it's enough."
Ning Peng laughed, "What about reaching the peak? I've never thought about it. Sect leader Chen, have you thought about it? "
Chen Xuan immediately shook his head, "It's too far away. It's good that it's stable, it's good that it's stable …"
"Two disappointing fellows!"
Wang Runliang choked with anger. Obviously, these two's attitude disappointed him.
"Wang Runliang, don't even think about it."
The Sword Guarding Elder scolded, "Xuanjian Sect and Yellow Sword Sect have always supported our sect leader Tang! If you want to reach the peak of Mount Hua, then you have to beat our sect leader Tang in sword techniques! "
"Hmph, my sword technique today will definitely surprise you!"
Wang Runliang touched his own sword.
"No rush, no rush."
Tang Yao had a good temper. He was not angry, and said slowly, "Let the younger generation first exchange pointers. Between you and me, we'll decide who's better later."
"Good! This year, our Earth Sword Sect has a few talents! They're not any worse than your Chen Junhua! "
Wang Runliang said confidently, "When the younger generation loses to our Earth Sword Sect, don't you cry!"
"Why would I? Everyone is exchanging pointers to make our Mount Hua Sect stronger. With outstanding young disciples, I can't wait to be happy. Why would I cry? "
"Heh, save the good words for later!"
Wang Runliang seemed a bit impatient, "The sun is already up, let's start! I can't wait to enter the peak of Mount Hua! "
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