When Lin Xuan heard Song Yuanqiao's words, he nodded secretly.
This made sense.
However…
He did not want to listen.
The other party had already called out his name for a battle. How could a swordsman avoid it?
As a swordsman, his heart and his sword went where they wanted.
If he wanted to avoid such a small challenge, why would he learn the sword and practice martial arts?
Lin Xuan supported himself with his hands and stood up shakily."
"You…want to challenge me?"
Lin Xuan looked at Shentu Feipeng in the arena with blurred eyes.
Shentu Feipeng nodded and said,"
"That's right! It's me!"
Lin Xuan nodded slightly,"
"In that case, I'll accept the challenge.”
After saying that.
He staggered forward.
When Li Feiming saw Lin Xuan's state, he could not help but frown.
He stood up, wanting to pull Lin Xuan back and then say a few good words to the person on the stage to make him give up the challenge.
After all.
Now that Lin Xuan was so drunk, even if Shentu Feipeng won, it would be an unfair victory.
Under such circumstances, the other party should have given up.
Just as Li Feiming reached out to grab Lin Xuan, he suddenly fell into a daze and his fingers grabbed empty air.
This surprised Li Feiming.
At that moment, Lin Xuan's figure seemed to flicker and was erratic, making Li Feiming unable to catch him at all.
Li Feiming looked at his palm and then at Lin Xuan.
He suddenly realized.
Perhaps Lin Xuan was really drunk, but his cultivation was still there.
This made Li Feiming feel a little emotional.
He didn't expect Junior Brother Lin Xuan, who he had to take care of not long ago, to be so powerful now.
On the contrary, as his senior brother, he was already unable to keep up with Lin Xuan's footsteps.
A happy smile appeared on Li Feiming's face.
At the same time.
He also made up his mind to follow in Lin Xuan's footsteps.
At this moment.
Lin Xuan staggered to the arena and pulled out the sword on his back."
"Well…let's begin."
The second-generation disciple in charge of hosting the discussion did not say anything. Instead, he turned to look at the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
After all.
Now that Lin Xuan was already drunk, whether or not he should start discussing the Dao made him somewhat uncertain.
When Song Yuanqiao saw that Lin Xuan had already ascended the stage, he knew that this Dao discussion was unavoidable.
He sighed and nodded.
The host immediately announced,"
"Both sides should stop here. Let the Dao discussion begin."
As the host's voice fell.
Shentu Feipeng's sword suddenly stabbed out.
"Swallows Dig Water!"
This was the fastest move in the Taiji Sword Art.
Moreover, it was flexible and changeable, making it impossible for people to grasp the trajectory of the sword.
If Shentu Feipeng could force Lin Xuan to retreat in one move, then he could directly suppress Lin Xuan.
In this way.
He, Shentu Feipeng, would be able to defeat Lin Xuan, the third generation disciple that was favored by the Mosheng Valley.
Lin Xuan stood on the spot without moving.
He merely raised the sword in his hand and drew an arc.
The two swords collided.
Shentu Feipeng was about to change his move and deal Lin Xuan a heavy blow.
At this moment.
He felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be pulled by a huge force.
Shentu Feipeng could not help but follow the huge force and rotate.
The sword in his hand spun a few times before flying out of his hand.
Swoosh!
A cold light flashed.
The sword was directly nailed to the pillar at the side.
The tail of the sword swayed slightly, and the lingering sound continued.
Shentu Feipeng looked at the treasured sword in the distance and then at his empty right hand. He found it hard to accept.
He had never thought that he would actually be defeated so easily.
Moreover, the other party had been in a half-awake state until now.
Lin Xuan poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and exhaled a breath of alcohol."
"You lost."
Shentu Feipeng nodded and jumped off the stage without saying a word.
He took the sword from the pillar and turned to leave.
Now.
He no longer had the face to stay here.
The people around were slightly surprised, but they did not express much.
For Lin Xuan to be able to gain the appreciation of Mosheng Valley, he was naturally extraordinary.
Even if Lin Xuan easily defeated Shentu Feipeng, it was reasonable.
Lin Xuan looked around and said indifferently,"
"Everyone, I don't think there's any benefit in discussing the Dao like this.”
"I don't care about those empty titles. I don't really care about the position of the top ten disciples.”
"I just want to drink a little alone, that's all.”
"If you continue to provoke me like this, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless.”
"I'm a straightforward person. If I've been rude, please don't hold a grudge.”
After saying that.
Lin Xuan turned around and prepared to leave the arena.
The surrounding third-generation disciples all knew that Lin Xuan's meaning was very simple.
I feel that everyone here is trash. Don't bother me for no reason.
If it was someone else with such strength, it would be fine.
However!
Lin Xuan's words didn't quell the other people's challenge. Instead, it had the opposite effect.
A figure suddenly jumped onto the ring."
"Stop!"
Lin Xuan stopped and looked at the other party in confusion.
He could feel that the other party seemed to have some hatred for him.
This made Lin Xuan even more confused.
He never caused trouble in Wudang. He only drank and practiced his swordsmanship and did not disturb the other party.
Why did he feel that the other party's attitude was so strange?
"I am the third generation disciple, Wang Yuan. I am here to challenge Junior Brother Lin Xuan!”
Wang Yuan stared at Lin Xuan and said in a deep voice.
The second-generation disciple in charge of hosting looked at Wang Yuan and could not help but frown.
"Wang Yuan, you're already a Rank Five Martial Artist, yet you still want to challenge Lin Xuan, a Rank Six?”
"Leave."
Wang Yuan cupped his hands and bowed to the elder in charge of hosting the event.
"Please forgive me, Uncle-Master."
"I, Wang Yuan, challenged Lin Xuan for a reason.”
"He, Lin Xuan, is a member of the Xuanyuan family, and the Xuanyuan family is the lackey of Mount Longhu.”
"Therefore, I came to challenge Lin Xuan to tell him that our Wudang Sect is not without people!”
"I'm willing to make a bet with Lin Xuan. If he loses, then get out of Wudang!”
"If I lose, I will leave the mountain myself.”
"Lin Xuan, do you dare or not?"
As soon as he said this, the entire place was in an uproar.
No one expected Wang Yuan to make such a bet.
He was betting on his martial arts future!
Now.
Everyone's gaze fell on Lainixiang.
They also wanted to see how Lin Xuan would respond.
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