Discussing the Cliff, using the Battle to discuss the Tao, this is a grand event that Ziwei's younger generation has had in the past years. This time, Gou Zhengxing, Leng Danqin, Liu Yuanlong and Murong Ling, four of them hosted the grand event.

There are many young cultivators around the platform, from various regions, including disciples of the four major sects, disciples of some small forces, and wandering cultivators. All of them are not weak in their cultivation and are all extraordinary people.

These people seemed very calm. They discussed the Taoist realm and discussed the laws of nature. They were filled with peaceful auras, as soft as springs. Even though some people had a tragic murderous aura, they were all very quiet at this moment.

In the other direction, Jiang Xiaofan was lying casually on the grassland, biting a urging grass root at the corner of his mouth, feeling a little leisurely and contented. He stared at Murong Ling now, showing a sneer from time to time, ready to take action at any time.

"To fight, start with the battle..."

Three hours later, Ziwei Sect Gou Zhengxing spoke, clasped his fists around the platform, and someone fled to the air and rushed to the central platform, setting for the debate, and this is the battlefield of this grand event.

These people have both cultivation levels and are naturally of great strength to come here. Various secret techniques and magical powers are emerging one after another. Jiang Xiaofan is a little dazzled, and there are even screams of exclamations nearby from time to time.

Next to him, Ye Yuanxue suddenly stretched out her jade hand and shook Jiang Xiaofan, her big eyes flashed, and pointed to the platform, saying, "Hey, hey, I want to go there to practice."

"Don't go!"

Jiang Xiaofan immediately shook his head, how could he let her go?

"I'm going!"

"Don't go!"

Finally, Ye Yuanxue turned her head angrily and ignored Jiang Xiaofan.

Jiang Xiaofan is so sweaty. Ye Qiuyu has already given ten thousand entrusted him. There is nothing special. Don’t let Ye Yuanxue participate in the fight. The most important thing is that Jiang Xiaofan has a reason himself, and he will step on someone later.

"Be good at Xiao Xueer, just watch it here, girls, don't do it casually, I'll help you fight."

When Ye Yuanxue heard this, she immediately glared at him with big eyes and said angrily: "You want to get into trouble again?!"

Jiang Xiaofan: “…………”

The debate is coming to an end. At this moment, a handsome young man stood on the platform, looking a little as handsome and had a unique temperament. It was Murong Ling of Ziyang Sect, who had defeated almost everyone.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Murong, it's really too strong!"

"It seems that the rumors are true. Except for the limited three two people in Ziyang Sect, there is really no one who can compare with Mr. Murong. Such combat power is admirable. He is worthy of being the leader of the younger generation. I admire him."

Many people compliments, with awe in their expressions. Murong Ling was just over twenty years old, but he surpassed everyone here and almost all raised his hand to defeat the enemy. Even the cultivators of Juechen's seventh and eighth level are no exception. Many people estimate that no one in this place except Leng Danqin and the other three were his enemies.

"You guys have been awarded too much, and there is still a lot that I lack."

Murong Ling offered a tribute to the people who were talking, and his expression was very modest, which made people feel good.

Gou Zhengxing, Liu Yuanlong, Leng Danqin, all of these three are not weak, they are all young strong men at the peak of Juechen's Ninth Heaven. However, Murong Ling's strength made several people feel the pressure, with a serious expression and did not appear for the time being.

There are many young cultivators here, but after seeing Murong Ling's combat power, no one will take the stage to fight again. The ending is already destined. The elite disciples of Ziyang Sect are well-known, and even the cultivators of the eighth level of Juechen are effortless.

Jiang Xiaofan knew it was time, so he sent a voice to Ye Yuanxue, moved slightly, and stepped onto the debate stage in one step.

"What, someone dares to challenge?"

"After seeing Mr. Murong's combat power, he dared to step onto the platform like this. His courage is commendable, but he feels like a mantis arm blocking the car."

"I don't know the depth, except for those people, who can fight Mr. Murong here?"

Many people nearby shook their heads, thinking that Jiang Xiaofan was overestimating his ability to challenge Murong Ling on stage. Some people even believed that Jiang Xiaofan's move was nothing more than just for fame. As long as he could defeat Murong Ling here, his identity would inevitably soar into the sky and become famous among the younger generation of Ziwei.

"Brother Jiang..." The Xiao brothers and sisters were a little surprised.

Only Ye Yuanxue waved her fist angrily and muttered in a low voice: "This shameless pervert is so hateful. I won't let this lady temper her. He actually went to fight by himself. I'm so angry that I must be good-looking later!"

On the battle stage, Murong Ling looked as usual, still had a faint smile, and spoke very politely. He made an invitation to Jiang Xiaofan and said, "I'd like to ask Brother Dao to give me some advice, let's start."

Jiang Xiaofan didn't take action immediately, hugged his arms in front of his chest, looked at Murong Ling with a smile, and said, "Murrong Ling, you won't forget who I am, right?"

The expressions of the people around the debate stage changed. Many people expressed dissatisfaction with Jiang Xiaofan calling Murong Ling directly, and they were talking for a while. Even Gou Zhengxing, Leng Danqin, and Liu Yuanlong all frowned and looked over.

A bright light flashed in Murong Ling's eyes, but there was still a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel like bathing in spring breeze, and said, "I dare to ask my fellow Taoist's name, if he is really an old friend, Murong Ling apologizes here."

"I am worthy of being Mr. Murong, with a broad mind and extraordinary demeanor, which makes me admire him."

"That's right, this person is too arrogant and even calls Mr. Murong to be so obscene."

Someone compliments Murong Ling, and at the same time scolds Jiang Xiaofan for his attitude, thinking that this person is too arrogant because a young strong man like Murong Ling has no respect at all, which is a bit too much.

"Old friend? Maybe, maybe you have forgotten. Since that's the case, I'll give you some reminder..." Jiang Xiaofan naturally disdained these people. He looked at the man opposite and said coldly: "Remote village, Shenya Mountain Stream!"

"It's you, you're not dead!"

Murong Ling frowned slightly, and then his expression changed drastically.

He moved in an instant, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, turned into a blue light, and appeared in front of Jiang Xiaofan like lightning. His five fingers were crystal clear, bringing up a terrible power, and he raised his hand to grab Jiang Xiaofan's neck.

"snort!"

Jiang Xiaofan sneered, not dodging or avoiding. He didn't take action until the big hand leaned forward. There was no fluctuation of divine power. His right hand was dull and he met him without any rushing speed.

"Brother Jiang cannot take it head-on!"

The Xiao brothers and sisters were shocked. They knew that Jiang Xiaofan was very powerful, but just now, they witnessed Murong Ling's combat power with their own eyes. The cultivators at the peak of Juechen's eighth level were suppressed with one palm, and their bodies were terrifyingly strong.

"I'm really looking for death. How dare I fight Mr. Murong!"

"The mantis arm blocking a chariot is like this."

"I have overestimated myself and this hand will definitely be useless."

Many people shook their heads and sighed, and some even showed a little ridiculous look, thinking that Jiang Xiaofan's move was undoubtedly seeking death.

Murong Ling's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the force in his right hand increased a little more, and the divine spirit became brighter again. He had already recognized Jiang Xiaofan. In this way, he could not let him survive and wanted to kill someone to silence him again.

"Bang……"

The fist and palms were intersecting, and the light and fog were confused. A figure flew backwards and rolled down from the debate stage.

Many people sighed, thinking that Murong Ling must have slapped his opponent off the battlefield. However, when they turned their eyes to that place, everyone was stunned, as if they had seen a ghost, and could not say a word for a long time.

Even Liu Yuanlong and the other two were shocked and stood up together. There was a flash of light in their eyes. They stared at Jiang Xiaofan's right hand for a moment, and they all frowned deeply.

Liu Yuanlong is an inner disciple of Tianheng Peak of Emperor Tianmen. Although he is in the same immortal sect as Jiang Xiaofan, he has been in seclusion and has arrived here after leaving the seclusion, so he doesn't know Jiang Xiaofan, and has never even heard of it.

Next to a huge rock not far away, Murong Ling fell among the gravel and struggled to stand up. His right hand was almost broken, and blood dripped down, and even the thick white bones were exposed in some places.

"This...how is this possible!"

"Alchemy, hallucination, this must be an hallucination, I'm dreaming!"

This side of the battle stand is not big, but it is not small. However, someone could pull the powerful Murong Ling out of the battle stand with one blow. Many people showed horror in their faces and thought they could not do it even if they were several times stronger. However, the person in front of them did it, and they didn't have much effort to take advantage of it.

"Brother Jiang, he...he..."

The Xiao brothers and sisters almost glared out.

Only Ye Yuanxue didn't care, but instead clenched her fists tightly and muttered in a low voice: "Damn it, why is this bad guy's body becoming more and more terrifying? He is like a human-like beast. What did he eat to grow up with?"

Murong Ling seemed very embarrassed and even more surprised. He looked at the battlefield platform. No matter what, he never expected that the person who had already died in front of him was now standing in front of him, and so powerful.

"I'll give you a chance, come again..."

A nearly joking voice sounded, making everyone tremble.

Jiang Xiaofan carried his hands on his back and stood up at the debate. He stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers at Murong Ling.

Such words were too arrogant and made many people look at each other. Murong Ling's strength was obvious to all and was very terrifying. However, at this moment, someone actually said such words and gave Murong Ling a chance. This was simply crazy.

Murong Ling looked very bad, but looking at Jiang Xiaofan's smile-like expression, the expression that only he and Jiang Xiaofan could understand, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then let's ask fellow Taoists again!"
Chapter completed!