Mortal Bones

For Zhenwutian monks, especially those who come from the Zhenwutian sect’s family.

Amen of Chunyang Sword Sect is another totem-like existence after the ninth uncle of Qingxuan Sect.

Therefore, his appearance undoubtedly gave confidence to the disciples of the Zhenwu Tian Sect present.

However, the Zhenwutian casual cultivators present expressed their disdain for the cheers and congratulations of the disciples of the sect family.

Some casual cultivators even shouted through the spiritual mirror watching the battle——

"Amon is just a defeated general under Mr. Cui. He is no longer the most powerful swordsman in Zhenwu Tian. You disciples of the sect and aristocratic families are making such big noises. You are not afraid that after Amen's defeat, he will be defeated by the monks from other worlds. Seeing a joke?"

And as this shouting sounded, the shouting in the spiritual mirror never stopped.

Most of the content of this shouting was the dispute between Zhenwutian casual cultivators and Zhenwutian sect disciples over who was the number one sword cultivator in Zhenwutian, Amon or Cui Tiegu.

"Sister Lingyue, Xu Taiping, look."

In the wing room, Bai Yu, who had been paying attention to the shouts in the spirit mirror, handed the spirit mirror to Xu Taiping and Fairy Lingyue, pointed at the spirit mirror happily and said:

"If the quarrel continues like this, Zhenwutian and other casual cultivators and the disciples of the sect's family may start to fight."

Xu Taiping took the spiritual mirror and looked at it, then frowned.

I saw the shouting from the two sides in the spiritual mirror, which had started as a well-founded discussion and turned into vulgar abuse.

"Children, don't look at these dirty things, they will get needle holes."

Ping An, who had transformed back into a little snow monkey, was just about to come over to take a look, but Fairy Lingyue carried her back to her arms.

At this moment, a non-commercial cultivator named Dong Yizhen Wutian shouted directly to the people in front of the spiritual mirror:

"Since all of you, the children of the sect, are so unconvinced by Amon's defeat to Mr. Cui back then, why don't we make a big bet with this sword challenge today!"

Ordinary speeches in the spiritual mirror can only be made using words, not sounds.

If you want to speak directly with your own voice like Dong Yi, you have to spend a full three thousand gold coins.

For a moment, the stands that had been extremely lively just now suddenly became quiet.

Obviously, many of the monks watching the battle, like Xu Taiping and others, were paying attention to the scolding battle in the spiritual mirror.

Just when everyone was wondering what Dong Yi was betting on, a monk named "Qian Xiaofu", a disciple of the Chunyang Sword Sect, suddenly shouted to Dong Yi and asked:

"What do you want to bet on?"

After seeing the name "Qian Xiaofu", Xu Taiping looked at Fairy Lingyue, and then said with some surprise:

"This Qian Xiaofu should be the granddaughter of Chunyang Sword Sect's sword mad Qian Yi, right?"

Fairy Lingyue nodded and said:

"That voice should be hers."

Previously in Chunyu Tower, when they were besieged by several elders from Tangting Mountain, Qian Xiaofu had appeared as a Jiufu Walker.

So both of them were impressed.

Xu Taiping said thoughtfully:

"As a disciple of Chunyang Sword Sect, Qian Xiaofu would protect Senior Amen, which is reasonable."

Just as he was saying this, the voice of Sanxiu Dong Yi's shouting came out from the spiritual mirror in front of them again——

"If Amon loses to Lin Qingnu in today's sword challenge, or he fails to win the sword challenge and enter the next round."

"I would like you, the disciples of the Zhenwu Tian Sect who are watching the battle today, to shout together after the competition and honestly admit that Amon lost to Mr. Cui in that sword challenge."

After this shouting, a burst of noise suddenly sounded from the surrounding stands.

But not long after, Qian Xiaofu's voice came out from the spiritual mirror again, and the surrounding stands became quiet again.

Just listen to Qian Xiaofu shouting:

"If Master Uncle Amen defeats Lin Qingnu and emerges victorious from this sword challenge, what will happen to you casual cultivators?"

Soon, Dong Yi answered:

"If Senior Amon can win, I, Dong Yi, am willing to kneel and kowtow from the west gate of Liuxian Town to the east gate to apologize to Senior Amon."

While Dong Yi was shouting, the words of the Zhenwutian cultivators kept flashing on the spiritual mirror.

The content of the shouting was nothing more than that they were willing to kneel down and kowtow together with Dong Yi to apologize to Amon.

For a moment, there was once again a buzzing sound of discussion all around Jianping.

Even some of the sword-asking monks sitting on the seats below the sword platform, waiting for the sword-questioning to begin, were also paying attention to the shouts in the spiritual mirror.

Only Amon sat there motionless with his hands folded across his chest, as if closing his eyes to meditate.

At this time, amidst the discussion, Qian Xiaofu’s shouting came out from the spiritual mirror again——

"I, Qian Xiaofu, am willing to make this bet with you. If I lose, I will personally come to Cui Tiegu and kowtow to apologize."

"However, it is up to me whether other disciples of the sect family are willing to bet with you."

Having said that, after Qian Xiaofuhan's shouting ended, many young and energetic disciples of the Zhenwutian sect began to shout in the spiritual mirror like the previous Zhenwutian cultivators, saying that they were willing to cooperate with Qian Xiaofuhan. Fu accepted Dong Yi's bet together.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, this is just a dispute between a group of casual cultivators and the sect cultivators.

But Xu Taiping smelled a hint of conspiracy in it.

The same goes for Fairy Lingyue on the side.

Amid the commotion all around, Fairy Lingyue sent a message to Xu Taiping:

"What do you think about this matter, Taiping?"

Xu Taiping thought for a moment and then replied:

"It seems like someone is fanning the flames in the already not very harmonious relationship between the Zhenwutian monks and the sect monks."

Fairy Lingyue asked again:

"Do you think this person might be Su Chan?"

Xu Taiping nodded and said:

"It's very similar."

He immediately added:

"But we can't say for sure."

While saying this, Xu Taiping raised his eyes and looked at the nearby stands. At the same time, he sent a message to Fairy Lingyue in his heart: "If I can find Dong Yi, I may be able to use the lotus root to connect the true meaning to him. Found some clues.”

Fairy Lingyue frowned and said:

"This matter may have to be handled by your junior sister Zhao Linglong."

Xu Taiping said:

"Well, it's safest for senior sister to do it..."

"Buzz buzz..."

Before Xu Taiping finished speaking, a very powerful pressure, like a huge stone roller, ran over the power of his soul that was released from outside, causing a trembling sound to sound in his mind unconsciously.

Just when Xu Taiping wanted to mobilize the power of his soul to resist the pressure that came from nowhere, Fairy Lingyue suddenly stretched out a hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder with a "pop" sound.

The next moment, Xu Taiping felt like a spring breeze and felt relaxed all over.

The powerful coercion, like dust, was scattered away from Xu Taiping by Fairy Lingyue.

At the same time, Fairy Lingyue’s voice sounded in Xu Taiping’s mind——

"Taiping, temporarily withdraw the soul sense. A monk with extremely powerful soul power is coming from below."