738: C738 Sermon Hall

C738 Sermon Hall

Hearing the disciples shouting outside the door, Chen Pai frowned and asked a young disciple who seemed to be rather serious: "Chen Zhilong, what's the situation inside?"

The young disciple looked at Chen Chang He, and then immediately answered Chen Ying's question: "This time, the Baili family's second direct Elder only brought one person to our school. He is a descendant of the Baili family. The Second Elder of the Baili Family has proposed that the two families send out a junior from their respective sects to compete with each other. "

"It's an old trick for juniors to compete in place of seniors. There's nothing much to say, but this time, the Baili family sent only one person over. Our school has so many elites, can't we handle it?"

Chen Huilong was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, "That's the problem. There are only five rounds of the Dao Debate this time. We'll take turns sending people, but the Baili family has only sent one person to deal with them all. It was already the third battle. The first two were won by the young lady sent by the Baili family! Furthermore, in this third round, our school is at a disadvantage again! "

"Three consecutive losses?"

There was an unconcealable anger between Chen Pingzhi's brows and he said, "How can there be such a genius in this world? Even if one was an expert, it would still take hundreds or even thousands of years. Without sufficient time, how could one have such deep attainments in every path of cultivation? In the world of cultivation, which path did not require time to hone its foundations? A mere little girl can overturn all the geniuses in the Chen School on five different paths? "

Chen Ying was now very angry.

He was not angry at the fact that Chen Xi had lost, but at the fact that the Baili family wanted to fool people.

Just as he had said, in the world of cultivation, there was no such thing as an expert. If there really was an all-powerful cultivator, then he must have experienced countless years of baptism. Because cultivators could live a very long time, when a cultivator reached the peak of their cultivation, or perhaps when they knew that they were unable to advance any further, it was understandable for them to spend their time on the path of artificing and pill concocting.

However, if it was said that the opponent had only sent out a young girl, and this girl was able to crush a student in the school on many different paths, Chen Pai would never believe it.

In his opinion, the so-called younger generation sent by the Baili family must only be people with young appearances. In fact, they had already lived for over a hundred years.

If a powerful cultivator in the cultivation world was able to progress quickly, they would definitely be able to maintain their face.

Chen Dai, who was confident that the Baili Family was up to no good, snorted coldly and led Chen Changsheng to the Daoist Hall in a threatening manner.

At the moment, the hall was elegantly decorated, but it was not simple. Inside the spacious hall, a golden incense burner was burning with a faint white gas. The center of the hall was empty to discuss about the Dao, while the area was surrounded by people.

Because the debate was in progress, although Chen Chang He and Chen Ji were extremely aggressive, they only charged towards the leader of the Main Hall, and did not disturb their discussion.

At this moment, there were three people seated at the head of the hall.

One of them was dressed in the uniform of the Baili family, a black and white carp robe. He was sitting upright, his square, angular face was filled with rigidity, and his pair of deep eyes were filled with a bright light. If not for the fact that his temples had turned slightly white, no one would be able to guess his actual age just by looking at his face.

This person was the second elder of the Baili family, the one who was famous for his reputation, the one known as the "Iron Judge", Song Kui.

Song Kui was not only the second elder of the Baili family, he was also the law enforcement elder of the Baili family. The current head of the Baili family's most beloved youngest son, Baili Jinxiu, had committed a heinous crime and died under the hands of Song Kui, who had refused to listen to his advice. If it weren't for the fact that the Baili family's patriarch was a man with a very deep temperament, and the fact that the ancestors of the Baili family had always admired Song Kui, just based on the fact that his wife was crying and blustering her ears in front of the patriarch, it would have been enough for Song Kui to take advantage of her.

The title "Iron Judge" had not come for nothing.

The moment he saw Song Kui, his doubts were mostly dispelled.

He had heard of Song Kui and he had seen him in a completely different light.

Chen Ying had heard of Song Kui's title of 'Iron Judge' before, but now that he had personally seen his true self and felt the icy and cold-blooded aura exuding from his body, his heart began to pound. Would such a person who looked so selfless really bring people to the school to cheat?

"Mr. Chen, you're finally back!"

While Chen Ying was still in a daze, one of the three men, a short and pale old man with mischievous eyes, beckoned to him.

The old man was not sitting on a sandalwood chair. He was squatting on the chair. When he saw the seal, he sat on the armrest without any sense of virtue or prestige.

However, if anyone looked down on him because of his actions, they would definitely suffer a great loss.

In the Chen Clan's direct line of elders, there were nine Elders, three great reverends, and four great Vajra. The number of powerful guests in the clan was simply innumerable.

In the Chen family's elders' seats, the white-haired old man who was ranked third had a status in the Chen family that was in no way inferior to the position of the iron-masked judge Song Kui in the Baili family.

Beside the white-clothed old man sat an old man.

The old man's face was filled with grief and grief at the white-clothed old man's disrespectful behavior. He clearly felt that sitting with someone like the Third Reverend was an extremely shameful matter.1

Seeing the combination of the two, Chen Ji could not help but bitterly smile.

He finally understood why Chen Xi was unable to win even one round.

As everyone knew, the Third Master was an old urchin. Apart from knowing how to cultivate, he liked to joke around with disciples, and he wasn't even mature enough to know how to choose a suitable candidate to discuss dao with the talented young lady sent out by the Baili family.

The Third Master was an immature old child, and the old man was mature enough to sink half of his body into the ground. However, even though the old man was the Second Master of the Chen Academy, his status was second only to Chen Guan's, and he was in charge of the entire branch, but the branch in charge was the one in charge of the branch, and he was a proper scholar. He did not know how to cultivate, so how would he know how to face the challenge of the Baili Family?

Chen Ji had thought that since Elder Huang had asked him to bring Chen Chang Mo over, he should have come to hold the fort. Who would have thought that the two people responsible for welcoming the people from the Baili family would be these two?

He could still deal with the merits of these two individuals if they were placed in the same person. However, the problem was that these two individuals were two separate individuals after all. They weren't the same person.

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