Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 173 Competition
"Rui Jintang disagrees!"

There was a roar outside the hall.

Kan Feichen, with a pale and bloodless face, staggered in with the support of Su Fei.

"Senior Brother Kan?"

"Junior brother!"

"..."

The other three hall masters all stood up, their expressions showing surprise, relief, and a bit of helplessness.

"it is good!"

Wang Huo, the head of Lihuo Hall, was the first to react. He clapped his hands and said:

"Brother, you're here just in time."

"Currently, the Talisman and Mountain Destroying Halls have agreed to join the Exorcist Hall. The Fire and Sharp Gold Halls disagree. According to the Sword Sect's rules, this matter will be put on hold for now and discussed later."

Jiang Chou's face darkened.

On hold?

It's equivalent to not agreeing.

"Junior Brother Kan." He sighed softly and spoke slowly:
"How is the situation at Ruijintang?"

"How?" Kan Feichen turned around, his expression ferocious:
"Brother Jiang, why are you asking even though you already know the answer? I'm afraid you didn't expect me to make it here today, right?"

"As long as Kan is still alive..."

"We will never allow the Sword Sect to become a puppet in the hands of others!"

"Well said." Wang Huo roared:
"'A sword has its proud bones, it would rather break than bend'. This is the ancestral precept of our sect. How could we, the descendants, forget it?"

"Humph!" Jiang Chou snorted coldly:
"Things are different now. What's the difference between being a Sword Sect and living under someone else's roof?"

"By joining the Exorcist Temple, not only can you be blessed by the name of the Exorcist Temple, but you can also become a treasured immortal."

"Now……"

He glanced at the whole audience and spoke through gritted teeth:
"The Sword Sect's business is deteriorating. Materials, trade routes, and distribution channels are all controlled by others. Everything depends on others."

"Where is your so-called 'pride' when you're begging for mercy in the business world?"

"Not bad." Xiao Meng nodded:
"We are all very clear about the current situation of the Sword Sect. Joining the Exorcist Palace is not the worst option."

at least,

The heritage is still there.

"Business is tough, but there's always work to be done." Kan Feichen covered his chest and coughed lightly, then sat down at the Ruijin Hall.
"Becoming someone else's puppet is no different from death."

"Anyway..."

"I disagree!"

Wang Huo nodded repeatedly.

The Lihuo Hall is mainly responsible for forging weapons for others. Among the four halls, it contributes the most effort but also receives the most complaints.

He would never agree to join the Exorcist Temple no matter what.

The four people and four halls each held their own opinions, and the situation was deadlocked for a while.

It's no wonder that Su Fei said that it's difficult for the Sword Sect to do things now. If two of the four halls don't give in, it will be difficult to accomplish anything.

It seems fair that the minority obeys the majority, but the Sword Sect, which only has four halls, can easily end in a tie.

in this way.

Many things become difficult to move forward.

"Crash..."

I don’t know when.

Outside the hall came the strange sound of leaves rustling and the chirping of hundreds of birds, the sound as pleasant as nature.

A melodious voice entered the hall:

"Kou Huang of the Exorcist Palace has arrived!"

?

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed at the same time.

"Brother Zhu."

Seeing Zhu Ju's puzzled expression, Su Fei quickly whispered:

"The Exorcist Hall is a major force within the Monster Hunter Organization, and it can even be said to be the largest force."

"There is a hall master and two deputy hall masters. This Emperor Kou is one of the deputy hall masters."

"Cultivation..."

"Master Er Shuai!"

The three signs of decline in heaven and man have existed since ancient times.

For countless years, countless gifted practitioners have entered the realm of true person, but no one has escaped.

Three declines will lead to death!

True Man Er Shuai is the pinnacle of this world!

Such a huge sword sect doesn’t even have a real person, let alone the second real person, no wonder they all look ugly.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew in from outside the hall, and when it fell into the hall, it immediately turned into a gentle breeze, and more than ten figures appeared on the scene.

The man in the middle has a slender figure, handsome features, and is wearing a black cloak. He stands with his hands behind his back and glances at the whole audience.

Real person!

Different from the real person Zhu Ju had seen before.

Whether it was Master Yunhe or the two in the "meat field", although he had not seen many Masters, the words of these Masters were impatient and their breath was disordered, giving people the feeling that they were not intelligent enough.

Especially Master Yunhe, even when fighting with him, he would agree to three moves and then immediately flee away after three moves.

But the one in front of me is different.

He has excellent demeanor, a domineering and reserved aura, and his eyes sparkle with wisdom.

He walked slowly towards them with his hands behind his back, and Jiang Chou hurriedly arranged for someone to make room for him in the center of the hall.

It seems as if the other party is the host of this place and they are the guests.

"I, Kou, was passing by here and heard that the Sword Sect was discussing joining the Exorcist Palace. I was very happy."

Emperor Kou spoke in a calm voice, carrying the magnetism of a middle-aged man. After taking a seat at the main seat, he glanced at the entire audience and said with a faint smile:
"The Sword Sect was once the world's number one sect and the leader of all Taoist sects. If you can now join us, it would be a cause for celebration."

"Senior..." Although the other party was kind, Jiang Chou's forehead was sweating as if he was facing a great enemy.

"We are still discussing this matter."

"Oh!" Emperor Kou's eyebrows moved slightly, and then he nodded in understanding:

"This is a serious matter, so we should be cautious. Do you mind if an outsider like Kou listens in?"

"No, of course not." Jiang Chou laughed dryly:
"If the Sword Sect joins the Exorcist Palace, Senior will be one of us. Even if it doesn't work out, we will still welcome you."

"Talisman Hall, I have always longed for the Exorcist Hall."

As he said this, he slowly sat down.

The expressions of the other three halls changed, and no one spoke up for a moment.

"Crack!"

Wang Huo of Lihuo Hall took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice:

"I still hold the same opinion and disagree."

He has an upright character and has been like this since he was a child. The method he practices is to move forward without retreat.

Even when facing the True Man Er Shuai, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Emperor Kou smiled but said nothing.

"Master."

A man walked out from behind Emperor Kou, clasped his hands and said:

"I've heard of the Sword Sect's great name for a long time. The Sword Sect's cultivators are even known as the best in fighting techniques. I want to see for myself." "I hope you will agree!"

Ever since the group entered the hall, everyone's attention was firmly focused on Emperor Kou, forgetting everything else.

Only when someone spoke did I notice something was wrong.

The majesty of True Man Er Shuai is too strong, as powerful as the scorching sun in the sky, and naturally others are dimmed.

But this does not mean that the person accompanying you is weak.

Quite the opposite.

The person who spoke was as big as a giant bear, and his aura was violent and strong. If he was not next to Emperor Kou, he would never have been ignored.

There is more than one person.

The others were equally extraordinary, their powerful spiritual auras no less than those of the four hall masters of the Sword Sect.

"Youth is full of vigor, which is a good thing."

Emperor Kou smiled faintly and nodded:

"The Sword Sect's techniques are indeed profound. If I could learn a thing or two, it would be helpful in the future."

"Master Jiang."

"Here." Jiang Chou quickly stood up after hearing that.

"My disciple wants to see the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect. Why don't you arrange it and add to the fun of today's meeting." Kou Huang said:
"Don't underestimate my disciple. His cultivation method is similar to that of the Sword Sect, and he is particularly good at tempering the body."

"He's also a great wizard."

"Master Jiang!" The burly man clasped his fists and bowed, his voice dull:

"My name is Mengshan, please teach me!"

"This..." Jiang Chou hesitated and smiled dryly:
"Brother Meng's aura is astonishing. Even without fighting, he's already three points better than me. Jiang is ashamed of himself."

"There's no need to compare."

"Hmm?" Mengshan frowned.
"I heard that the disciples of the Sword Sect cultivate their sword heart and unyielding sword spirit first when they practice. Are they really such incompetent people?"

"Ah……"

He sneered:
"As the head of one of the four halls of the Sword Sect, you don't even dare to fight me. No wonder you have fallen to this point!"

Jiang Chou's expression changed slightly.

All the disciples in the Talisman Hall had ashen faces, and a few young men were even glaring with anger, wanting to step forward.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Chou took a deep breath, stopped the disciples behind him, and said in a muffled voice:
"Brother Meng, you're joking. Jiang is old and frail, and I feel inferior to you. So... there's no need to embarrass myself."

Hear the words.

Mengshan's face was filled with even more sarcasm, while the disciples of the Talisman Hall were ashamed, gritted their teeth and lowered their heads.

"Peng!"

Wang Huo, the head of the Lihuo Hall, slammed the table and shouted angrily:

"I come!"

"Finally, there's someone with some backbone." Mengshan turned around:
"what's your name?"

"Wang Huo!" Wang Huo shouted:
"Master of the Lihuo Hall!"

"The leader of Lihuo Hall? Barely qualified." Mengshan nodded, stretched out his big hand, and two golden maces as thick as an adult's thigh fell into his palm.

It is said to be a golden mace, but it looks more like a heavy stick.

"Come!"

"Peng!"

With a loud shout, the hard rocks under his feet shattered like soft tofu, and Mengshan appeared in front of Wang Huo in a flash.

The golden mace in his hand fell down fiercely.

The extreme speed and violent force created a strong wind in the hall.

The strong wind did not dance wildly, but was restrained by a special force field and rotated around Mengshan's body.

Hard work?

Zhu Ju's eyes moved slightly, and then he shook his head gently.

No!

He had once met a similar person who used his own body as a magical tool and talisman to temper himself.

Various runes are painted all over his body, and with the help of magic, his flesh and blood body can burst out with inhuman strength.

It is not like the main world, where strength is purely based on the physical body.

"Shh!"

The flames flow.

Wang Huo also knew that the opponent's body was strong, so he did not confront him head-on, but relied on his body skills to get behind him.

"Zheng!"

The sword made a long roar.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared and pierced the back of Mengshan's neck, which was close at hand.

Fire Sword!
The flying sword inherited from the Lihuo Hall!
Zhu Ju's expression changed slightly, and then a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

pity!

The Lihuo Sword was originally supposed to be a top-grade flying sword.

But after being passed down for so many years, it was inevitable that it would fight with others, causing damage to its spirituality. Now it can only be regarded as a mid-grade flying sword.

I think the same should be true for the inherited flying swords of the other halls of the Sword Sect, as their grades have all declined significantly.

If it is a genuine top-grade flying sword, even if the person controlling it is not skilled enough, it can still have considerable killing power.

"when……"

Mengshan suddenly turned around, and the golden mace in his hand hit the Lihuo Sword, making a buzzing sound of metal clashing.

"Ok!"

Wang Huo's expression changed slightly and he retreated again.

The opponent's strength was unbelievable, and no one knew what material the golden mace was made of, but it was not afraid of the Lihuo Sword.

In the collision just now, he actually suffered a small loss.

"Come again!"

With a low shout, Wang Huo's eyes narrowed, and he pointed forward with his sword gesture:
"Take my sword!"

Angry Dragon!

The flames in the field suddenly grew stronger, and the Lihuo Sword rolled up a fire dragon, which Jiaoyao folded and rushed towards the opponent.

Under the control of the exquisite sword technique, the extremely high temperature that can instantly melt gold and iron did not leak out at all, and the fire dragon pounced with its fangs and claws bared.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing this, Mengshan smiled instead of getting angry, and waved his two maces to meet the attack:

"Well done!"

"boom!"

The fire dragon collided with the double maces, flames exploded, and powerful energy roared. The burly figure continued to rush forward with the flying sword.

"Take a move from me too!"

He swung his two maces fiercely.

Wang Huo's face turned pale, and he hurriedly controlled the flying sword to defend himself.

"when……"

The Lihuo Sword was knocked away heavily, but the double maces continued to rush forward with their remaining strength, hitting Wang Huo's chest.

"puff!"

The enormous force directly broke several ribs. Wang Huo vomited blood and flew backwards, landing heavily on the ground.

(End of this chapter)