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Therefore, in the entire Faangcun Mount, there was only one person who bought a sword, and the remaining people, were only fit to be called "everyone".

Everyone's view was the same. Their views were similar and could easily cause resonance between them.

"Someone has already explained the background of this Qian Guang." Qian Guang, Zelin Peak's disciple, entered the mountain ten years ago, cultivated for ten years without revealing anything, broke through to the Qi Manipulation Stage two years ago, and is most proficient in stable and steady fighting, the strength of the bloodline belongs to the Mountain-toppling Fiend, has great power and endurance. Although his reputation is not obvious, he is definitely one of Zelin Feng's most difficult disciples. "

"Among the three generations of our sect, besides Eldest Senior Brother, who had advanced to the Three Elements Stage early and rode on a cloud of dust, only Zhengyang Peak and Eldest Senior Brother of the Five Thunder Peaks have stepped foot into the Qi Transformation Stage. If Qian Guang is really as senior says, then isn't his strength among the three generations of the sect's disciples still not low?"

"Not only is he not low, I'm afraid he is not even in the top ten."

"Doesn't that mean that Tang Weiji will lose for sure?"

"Forget about his Nourishing Qi Stage, he's definitely going to lose even if it's just his Qi Manipulation Stage!"

"Does anyone know what Tang Weiji's bloodline is?"

"Who knows? But I heard that it's related to the legendary 'turtle slave'. I'm afraid it's not some water attribute spirit turtle bloodline?"

"It can't be, why would Ninth Martial Aunt take in people from the Turtle clan as her grand disciples?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Quick, look at Tang Weiji. He's probably scared to the point that he doesn't dare to move. Why didn't he move for so long?"

Someone mocked loudly.

"Hehe, it seems to be true. What a coward."

"Trash!"

"Are you worthy of standing here, smelly little brother?"

Another one said in a sour voice: "I don't know how I managed to get close to Patriarch Nine and shamelessly say that I am Patriarch Nine's disciple while he is in closed-door training. Good, now I have been exposed."

He didn't know how many people were secretly slandering him, or how many people were waiting to see Tang Weiji become a joke. Tang Weiji was indeed stunned when he heard his name coming from above his head, but he immediately thought of another question.

This question put him in a difficult position.

Thanks to Ninth Elder, Tang Weiji's hard-earned Nourishing Qi Stage foundation was like a water bag that had been punctured, it had long since been leaked clean, and even the Black Tortoise Bloodline's power was so thin that even the Black Tortoise Stars would abandon him.

Although his Golden Mirror Root had been polished by the Ninth Elder, it was more than a hundred times stronger than before. However, in his current physical condition, even the most powerful of talents would be useless because he was unable to cultivate.

Being unable to cultivate meant that he did not even have Nourishing Qi Stage, and was only an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person fight against the Blood Cultivator of Qi Manipulation Stage? Wasn't this a joke?

No matter how stupid Tang Weiji was, he would never agree to such a condition.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said in a clear voice, "I refuse."

The sounds of discussion suddenly stopped. Some people couldn't help but stare at him with widened eyes, not daring to believe their own ears.

"What did he just say? Did I hear wrongly? "

"He refused? Did he say that he refused? "

"How could he have the nerve to say such words? "Oh my god, is Ninth Martial Uncle confused? Why would he choose such a person as his disciple?!"

Sneaking lazily on the bed, Tang Weiji finally sat up and looked curiously at Tang Weiji. He squinted for a while and seemed to notice something. He chuckled and said, "Interesting."

Weixiao Xihan was stunned after being rejected by Tang Weiji. He then came back to his senses and slapped on the shoulder of the sword, "The bet is still valid, do you want to bet or not? I bet on Wu Tie losing! "

He was too lazy to pay attention to the sword.

The sounds of the discussions in the auction house nearly blew away all the snow, and even many elders on the Cloud Platform snorted coldly with ashen faces. If it wasn't for Ninth Elder's accumulated might, they would probably have already chased this guy who had lost face in Faangcun Mount out the door.

Being challenged at the Snow Seizing Assembly represented a type of honor. Regardless of victory or defeat, everyone accepted the challenge. Refusing a challenge was seen as a sign of cowardice, an act that was more contemptible than defeat, and one that would be despised by all.

Not to mention that this year's Snow Congregation was different from the past, even someone from the Green Dragon Camp had come. There was actually a disciple who avoided a battle in front of the Green Dragon Camp; wasn't this the biggest joke in the world? If this news were to spread to Tiandu, Faangcun Mount would not have any more face, so just throw it into the latrine.

Vice General Lu Yuan from Green Dragon Camp chuckled, "This disciple from your noble sect is a little interesting."

This laughter was like adding oil to a fire. Many Elders with bad tempers were so angry that their necks turned red.

Qian Guang, who was standing on the ink-colored cloud deck, didn't expect Tang Weiji to answer in such a way. He was stunned for a moment before he stammered, "Y-What did you say?"

Tang Weiji looked up and shook his head, "I refuse to accept the challenge."

He turned around and walked outside.

The crowd parted in the middle, opening up a path for him. However, it was not out of fear, rather it was out of disgust. They were unwilling to part with his aura.

The Faangcun Mount disciples looked at Tang Weiji as he walked out in silence. Qian Guang, who was standing on the ink-colored cloud deck, did not know whether to go down or not, and was extremely embarrassed; the many Faangcun Mount Elders, who were standing on the jade colored cloud deck, looked at Tang Weiji's back as if they wanted to eat him.

Suddenly, a disciple started the conversation and cursed.

"Coward!"

In an instant! In just an instant! The noise came from all directions.

Countless people wanted to point at Tang Weiji and scold him.

"Trash!"

"Coward!"

"A cowardly turtle!"

"Trash."

"Shake my Faangcun Mount 'face."

"Dog."

"You are not fit to stay in our Faangcun Mount."

"Get out! Get out! "

Some people even spat on Tang Weiji, scolding him everywhere in a contemptuous manner.

Tang Weiji turned a deaf ear and just dodged those slobbering attacks. His pace was neither fast nor slow, it was as if he was taking a walk on the streets and walked towards the outside.

"Junior Brother Tang, this is how you lose Ninth Elder's face!" Qian Guang clenched his fist on the ink-colored cloud deck and shouted alone.

He had taken a great risk when he was saying this because this sentence might very well cause the Ninth Elder to seek him out for revenge. The person who invited him over did not expect this to happen. However, if he wanted to obtain that thing, he had to fight Tang Weiji and defeat him.

Qian Guang did not think that he would lose to Tang Weiji, even if his name was scary, let alone his realm, just in terms of fighting strength alone, he admitted that he was at the top of the third generation of Faangcun Mount disciples. However, he never thought that Tang Weiji would actually refuse to fight.

What kind of people would reject a battle!? How could the disciples of the Ninth Elder refuse to fight!

Qian Guang even felt that everything he had experienced was all an illusion. However, he had to provoke Tang Weiji into a fight because that thing was too important to him. It could even increase the concentration of his bloodline to produce a qualitative change.

Qian Guang, who had always been silent, started to agitate him, "If you don't want to lose face for Jinxiu Peak, then come up and have a good fight with me. At worst, I'll just give you a hand."

Amidst the laughter, Tang Weiji stopped.

The northern wind on the Chengliu Peak blew from his temples, causing snowflakes the size of a palm to swirl around like dragons.

Tang Weiji raised his head, and he seemed to see countless silver waterfalls turning into giant dragons that poured onto the Chengliu Peak. The strange thing was, other than Chengliu Peak, there was no other place in the Faangcun Mount where snow fell.

Tang Weiji seemed to have understood, as if he understood the origin of the Chengliu Peak's name.

It was said that his Chengliu Peak had risen three thousand meters before, and after taking another test this year, it had gotten shorter by thirty percent.

If external force could shake the roots and compress the rocks, then could external force help him break through the countless types of energy in his body, allowing this mess to become organized once more?

Tang Weiji suddenly turned his head and walked towards the cloud deck.

Since he didn't know the result, he might as well give it a try. If he tried, wouldn't he know everything?

The peak elders on the jade colored cloud stage coldly snorted. Although they were still unhappy with this disciple, they didn't have as much contempt for him as before. They only thought that once this disciple stepped onto the stage, regardless of whether he won or lost, he had still saved some face.

Vice General Lu Yuan of Green Dragon Camp squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Weiji, who was walking on the cloud deck step by step. He seemed to have found something extremely interesting, and the green mist inside the helmet and in front of his eyes condensed into thin threads, rippling like water grasses.

Lan Ruyu held a folding fan in his hand. Seeing that the sky was dark, he fanned himself lightly with a smile. He picked up a small moon from the fan and hung it in the sky.

Lying on the mountain rock, the sword buyer yawned, and his expression became focused.

Weixiao Xihan's expression was uncertain. No one knew what he was thinking about.

Tang Weiji didn't waste any time as he walked up the three steps. It seemed like he was walking slowly, but in reality, there was a certain rhythm to his steps. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he was able to fly at the same speed as an ordinary disciple.

Just this move made many people, who didn't think well of Tang Weiji, have a whole new level of respect for him.

Qian Guang took a deep breath. When he walked in front of Qian Guang, he calmed down and cupped his hands again. He said seriously: "Zelin Peak's Qian Guang, please enlighten me."

Tang Weiji stepped on the ink-colored cloud deck with a little bit of force with his right foot. Tang Weiji stepped on the ink-colored cloud deck with a little bit of force with his right foot.

He raised his head, similarly courteous, "Jinxiu Peak, Tang Weiji, please advise me, Senior Brother Qian."

Qian Guang took another deep breath and activated his Bloodline Power. His skin turned dark and golden lights were shining on it. He was twice the size of his original size.

He held his breath as he stomped on the ink-colored cloud deck. The incomparably tough cloud platform trembled as a black cloud exploded in a ring around his right foot.

At this moment, he had already rushed over. The cloud ring was like the ripples on the surface of the water. In an instant, Qian Guang had already rushed in front of Tang Weiji.

At that moment, he saw the legendary eyes.

Those red and blue eyes were not flustered in the slightest. They only calmly looked at him, ignoring his vast momentum.

He saw the lips of the bald kid in front of him slightly curl up, and then he pointed at his own chest. In an incomparably arrogant and soft voice, he said, "Come, attack over here."

An uncontrollable anger quickly rose up from the bottom of his heart. In the next second, it occupied Qian Guang's mind. He sneered, clenched his fists and raised them high, smashing towards Tang Weiji like a hammer.