Saint Daxu doesn't want to find problems in himself every day, he always likes to blame others. There is really no one else.
But the elders could only say these complaints from the bottom of their hearts, and did not dare to let Saint Daxu hear them, otherwise they would not have a good life.
"What senior brother said is that when I go back... I will reflect on myself carefully."
"You should really reflect on yourself. I will give you one year to let your disciples have such a powerful body."
"Remember, you only have one year. If I don't see the results you want after one year, just wait and see!"
"???"
The elder looked like he was about to cry but had no tears.
He felt that Sage Daxu simply wanted to arrange for him, and then just found a random reason.
Just give yourself one year. One year is not a long time for ordinary people, and it is even shorter for practitioners like them!
How can I train a disciple with such physical strength? Isn’t this a typical example of forcing others to make things difficult for them?
Let alone one year, even if you give yourself ten years, I'm afraid it won't work.
After all, practicing this kind of thing relies more on talent. If talent is not good, anything you say is useless. Isn't Ye Fan the best proof?
"Senior brother, this... this may be a bit difficult. You also know that one year is indeed a bit..."
"There is indeed something wrong? I don't want to hear your complaints here, nor do I want to hear what you say here about whether it is difficult or not. If it is not difficult at all, will I leave it to you?"
"I believe in your ability to do things. I believe you will be able to solve all these problems. I am waiting for your good news."
The elder originally wanted to say something, but Saint Daxu waved his hand and signaled him to leave.
"yes……"
The elder retreated with a depressed look on his face.
Now he didn't have the time to stay in the Tianji Sect, so he rushed back to the Netherworld without stopping.
Saint Daxu gave him an impossible task. How could he have time to watch others compete here?
There is no good way now, I can only try my best. I hope that when the time comes, Saint Daxu will take into account his hard work and not torture him too harshly.
Taoist Banshan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Brother, I'm not telling you, why are you going through such trouble! There won't be one evil disciple like Wuming in tens of millions of years, so how can you embarrass your disciples and yourself?"
"If you can't compare, you can't compare. It's not just the disciples of your own sect who can't compare."
"Every one of these big guys present today is asking them to find the most evil younger generation disciple under their command to see if they can compare to Wu Ming. I'm afraid the final result has already been doomed."
Taoist Banshan finally said something fair.
He is not like Sage Daxu who insists on saving face and suffering. He knows how much he weighs and what he should do and what he can do.
But Saint Daxu just snorted coldly and didn't care about these words at all.
"What do you know? I call it putting pressure on them. Without pressure, there will be no motivation. When will they be able to grow up quickly?"
"And the disciples under my sect are different from the disciples of other sects. They have absolute strength and perseverance."
"As long as I put enough pressure on them, they will definitely be able to achieve the goal I expected. Just wait and see, they will definitely be able to shock your jaw when the time comes."
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right, then I will wait and see."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Saint Daxu, Taoist Banshan simply stopped trying to persuade him. Anyway, the one who got slapped in the end was his face, not his own.
I have already said what I should say and what I shouldn't say, but if he doesn't listen, what can I do?
Seeing the battle on the field, Kong Xuan shouted in surprise.
"Good fight! That's how you have to fight! That's how you have to fight! Beat him hard!"
"Hahaha! This is simply the ultimate in violent aesthetics. I haven't seen such hearty physical power in many years. It's so exciting!"
"Brother! Are you right? The disciple Wuming's physical strength is indeed..."
As he spoke, Kong Xuan realized something was wrong and glanced at Long Xin awkwardly.
Sure enough, the way Long Xin looked at him at this moment was very meaningful!
The corner of Kong Xuan's mouth twitched, and he complained about himself countless times in his heart.
What was he barking about just now? He said that he would beat his apprentice severely in front of his master. It was a shame that he could say such things!
In the end, I had to get the master to respond together. I was really convinced. What kind of person could do this?
After calming down, Kong Xuan smiled and pressed his hands.
"Uh...brother, don't mind. I didn't mean it like that, you know."
"Then what do you mean?"
Long Xin asked with a calm expression.
Kong Xuan was speechless for a moment. Yes, what do you mean?
How did I know? Wasn't it just a whim?
"It's not interesting. What can I mean? I just said nothing."
"But don't think my words are harsh! The disciple Wuming's physical strength is indeed a bit too strong. I'm afraid Tiangang is in danger."
"But it doesn't matter. Whether it's Tiangang or Wuming, in the final analysis they are the evil geniuses of our Tianji sect. Whoever wins between them will win!"
"As the saying goes, good things don't flow to outsiders. In the end, the fruits of Bodhi are obtained by our own disciples."
"And although the nameless qualifications are monstrous, Tiangang's qualifications are no joke, so there is no need for you to be too sentimental."
In the end, Kong Xuan could only comfort Long Xin with these words.
He believed that Long Xin was not such a fussy person and would not always feel sorry for this kind of thing.
Long Xin sighed and said something that Kong Xuan couldn't understand.
"It would be great if it really ends like this, but I'm afraid everything won't be that simple."
"What do you mean? Is it possible that there will be changes to this competition?"
Kong Xuan frowned. Anyway, he didn't see any other strategies Tiangang had to break the situation.
Ye Fan's iron fists were like the fists of fate, suppressing Tiangang tightly. What could he do to break the situation?
Then Kong Xuan sighed, patted Long Xin's shoulder, and spoke seriously.
"Brother, I know what you are thinking in your heart. You don't want your disciple to fail so easily, but this is already a fact. You still have to find a way to accept it."
"Tiangang has already won the championship in four sect competitions. Even if he doesn't win this time, it doesn't matter. It won't have a big impact on his reputation and status."
