"Lu Xuan, I'm here to pass on the order of the Great Elder this time! Recently, many clan disciples have reported to the Council of Elders, saying that you have relied on your high strength to occupy the stone platform in the center of the Bishui Hantan for several months, affecting the cultivation of the children of other tribes, can you be guilty?" Miao Hong deliberately raised his voice and scolded loudly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as these words came out, the children of the tribe around Bishui Hantan who had insulted and ridiculed Lu Xuan before became active again, and they all echoed their words.

"That's right! Lu Xuan has been occupying the stone platform in the heart of the clear water and cold pool to cultivate, and not giving others a chance, it's really hateful!"

"That's it, I'm still close to breaking through to the cyclone realm, as long as I practice on the Tanxin Stone Platform for one day, I can successfully break through, how can I fail more than a dozen times like him!"

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"Hehe, Lu Xuan, the evidence is conclusive, what else do you have to say? The Elders Council has decided that you will not be allowed to set foot in the Bishui Hantan Cultivation Ground for half a step in the next three months, and if you violate it, you will be punished to be a monthly mining slave in Yutie Mountain!" Miao Hong looked at Lu Xuan and smiled triumphantly.

When Lu Xuan heard this, he shrugged his shoulders and was silent, looking embarrassed, and he wanted to stop talking.

Miao Hong raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? Now you know it's wrong? It's too late! In these three months, you can go to the barren mountains and mountains where your vitality is thin to practice!Hahaha~"

"Am I wrong?" Lu Xuan raised his head suddenly, pointed to the stone tablet not far away, and shouted at Miao Hong and his party: "The ministry rules on the Hantan stone tablet are clearly written - 'All the martial arts cultivation places in the Yunchuan tribe, the strong live there, if you are not satisfied, you can name and challenge, and you will be judged by victory or defeat." "But some people, who can't beat me after many challenges, make insulting remarks and go to the Council of Elders to tell the truth and wrong, which is really hateful!"

"And what I'm entangled with is that if I obey the decision of the Council of Elders today, let go of the Stone Platform in the Heart of the Pond and not set foot in the clear water and cold pool for three months, wouldn't it be a tacit acquiescence that the orders of the Council of Elders are higher than the rules of the Ministry! But if I don't obey the orders of the Council of Elders, I will be punished to be a slave in Yutie Mountain. Miao Hong, why don't you tell me which of the ministry rules or the orders of the Council of Elders should I follow?" Lu Xuan raised his head and looked at Miao Hong with a smile.

Miao Hong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this. The stele ministry rules were compiled hundreds of years ago, the first leader of the Yunchuan tribe, Ugo, and there is indeed such a clause on it. Because many of the regulations on the stele are not reasonable today, the people of the tribe usually do not follow them very much! But after so many years, no priest or elder dares to revise them.

Because 'Ugo' is a god in the minds of the Wu people, it is a kind of faith! If Miao Hong said today that the order of the Council of Elders is higher than the ministerial rules, then this is a blasphemy against the ancestors of the Wu people! With so many Wu people present, if this matter spreads, he will be given death by the leader of Udi tomorrow.

"When... Of course, the ministry rules are higher than those of the presbyterians... Orders!" Miao Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead and stammered in reply.

"Since that's the case, then I have no choice but to abide by the regulations of the ministry!" Lu Xuan smiled slightly and said slowly.

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar, if this was done according to the rules of the ministry, the central stone platform of the blue water and cold pool would always be used by Lu Xuan, unless someone could defeat him.

"Hmph~ Lu Xuan, since you have to act according to the rules of the ministry, then I will challenge you by name!" A sneer came from behind Miao Hong. Immediately afterwards, a gray-robed young man stood up with his sleeves flicked up.

This person is Miao Hong's younger brother Miao Gu, who was born with an ugly appearance, a crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and upturned nostrils. But he has good talents, he stepped into the Cyclone Realm at the age of eighteen, and he is one of the few geniuses in the tribe! Lu Xuan recognized this person, he had practiced in the Blue Water Cold Pool when he was in the Qi Condensing Realm.

According to the ministry rules, once the children of the tribe advance to the cyclone realm, they are eligible to enter the Yunchuan River Valley to practice. Because the weather vitality in any corner of the Yunchuan River Valley is more than ten times higher than that of the stone platform in the center of the clear water cold pool, there will be no cyclone realm martial artist nostalgic for the blue water cold pool at all. Miao Gu challenged Lu Xuan with the cultivation of the Cyclone Realm, which was purely a battle of will.

"Okay! I'll take this challenge! I'll see you on the Hantan martial arts platform in three days!"

Lu Xuan lightly agreed to the challenge. Immediately, he took a step towards the exit, stopped when he passed by Miao Gu, turned his head to look at him and said word by word: "Do you really think that your cultivation in the Cyclone Realm will win me?"

Miao Gu grinned and sneered: "I lost to you two years ago, and in three days I will beat you all over the ground!"

"Alas~ I'm sorry, I defeated more people two years ago! I really can't remember fighting you. But I should be able to remember your pleas for mercy in three days!"

Lu Xuan waved his hand casually and hummed a little song and walked away. Only Miao Gu, who had an iron face and clenched fists, was left, and everyone was stunned.

"Brother, are you really sure to defeat him?" Miao Hong looked at Lu Xuan's back, his face a little ugly.

"Don't worry, brother!" Miao Gu looked at his fist and said fiercely: "In three days, I will let him kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

"Alas~ You're too impulsive! Presumably this matter will spread throughout the tribe soon! It's a big matter, let's go back and ask my father's attitude!"

"Hmm, let's go—"

Miao Hong and Miao Gu led a group of followers to leave in a hurry.

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At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cool breeze hits.

On a hill near the east village of the Yunchuan tribe. Lu Xuan reclined in the grass, put his hands behind his head, crossed Erlang's legs and quietly looked at the bright moon in the night sky, thinking hard about the reason for today's failure to advance.

"Today, the vitality in the sky above the clear water and cold pool condenses into a cloud, which is enough to support the collision of the three vitality swimming dragons to form a cyclone! The Qingxu Xuangong was taught to me by my father, and there is no problem with martial arts! Uncle Gong is lying on the edge of the cold pool and taking a nap, and he will never let others disturb my advancement!"

Lu Xuan thought about it, suddenly sat up, looked at his hands with a bitter face and sighed: "I can fail more than a dozen times a year, I'm afraid the problem is still with me!"

"Hahahaha~ Not bad! Xuan'er, you finally figured it out!"

Not far away, there was a burst of hearty laughter. Immediately after, the branches swayed, and a middle-aged man jumped down from the treetops and looked at Lu Xuan under the moonlight with a loving face.

This middle-aged man was slender, wearing a light blue robe, a scarf on his head, and a cyan broadsword. He is Lu Qian, the foreign surname elder of the Yunchuan tribe and Lu Xuan's father.

"Father!"

Lu Xuan stood up with a happy face and greeted him.

Lu Qian opened his arms and gave Lu Xuan a big hug, gently stroked his head and said with a smile: "I failed to advance more than a dozen times before I thought of myself, Xuan'er, your understanding still needs to be improved!"

"Father... Father, it's useless for me to disappoint you!" Lu Xuan lowered his head, his eyes a little moist.

"Don't say that!" Lu Qian held Lu Xuan's slightly thin shoulders and said with a serious face: "You have to remember that others can look down on you and belittle you!

Lu Xuan bit his lip and nodded heavily.

"On the way of martial arts, you must persevere, and the most important thing is will and determination! Two years ago, when you were famous in all directions, you were not arrogant or impatient. After recovering from his injury, he rebuilt his martial arts, and he was not discouraged after failing to advance more than a dozen times. These things are enough to prove that you have done a good job in the cultivation of the will of the martial arts! What hinders you from further cultivation is the dark illness of the body. ”