After all, fame is not achieved overnight, but requires some preparation first, and then doing something step by step every year. It is logical to gradually gain a recognized status, and then gain recognition from the Taoist line step by step, increasing the regional voice and influence of Qingchen Guan.

"Didn't I say that I want to devote myself to practicing Taoism? Why do I want to actively bring you here to participate in the meeting?" Zhengxia, who was accompanying me, asked with some confusion.

At this time, she and Yu Hong were sitting in the communication hall of the small meeting, watching the other two people in the Taoist class standing together with several of each other's disciples and talking.

"Understandable." Yu Hong replied, holding a glass of apple juice and taking a sip slowly.

"Although I am a latent cultivator, I still have to participate in some of the more important publicity activities. This small meeting is nominally an exchange meeting, but in fact it is because one of our disciples did something on the edge of Jiufang Temple's territory. A single case cost a large family a lot of money."

Yu Hong had already found out the reason.

"Aren't we being unreasonable?" Zhengxia asked.

"Yes, so that disciple was beaten into a pig's head by the people of Jiufang Temple and sent over. We accepted it, but according to the temple leader, although we were wrong, our people should not be allowed to do anything by him no matter what. They decide the punishment without authorization. The other party has overstepped the rules and has no rules." Yu Hong said.

"That's why I came to the meeting, just to have a good competition and learn from each other. The winner will be determined by the outcome?" Zhengxia understood.

"Yeah." Yu Hong raised his head and looked at another person sitting on the sofa in the corner not far away.

The man had a cold and stern temperament, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his figure was strong and strong, and he seemed to be around twenty-three or four years old.

It is none other than Taoist Yuanhua, the chief contemporary disciple of Jiufangguan.

"Compared to what? Fighting? Techniques?" Zhengxia asked in a low voice. She also noticed the other person's gaze.

"To resolve grievances, it is natural to use magic techniques." Yu Mo walked over from the side with a smile and answered while pinching his beard.
Chapter completed!