Ouyang Feng touched Mo Hua's clear eyes, suddenly came back to his senses, smiled gently, and explained to Mo Hua:

"My Tai Amen is only an eighth sect. Compared with the four major sects, after all, my background is far behind. Although it seems that I almost won, in fact, the difference is many years of accumulation, which cannot be made up for in a short period of time.

.It is a good thing to win, but even if you lose, it is natural. Don’t be discouraged..."

Mo Hua nodded slowly, "Senior Brother Feng is right."

He glanced at Ouyang Feng again and asked: "Senior Brother Feng, you are about to take part in the next sword competition."

"yes."

Ouyang Feng said calmly, his eyes dim for a moment, without any trace of joy or expectation.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He wanted to ask something else, but several disciples wearing Tai'amen Taoist robes came over from a distance and said respectfully: "Senior Brother Feng, the elder is calling you."

Ouyang Feng nodded slightly, "I understand."

Then he smiled at Mo Hua and apologized:

"Junior Brother Mo, I'm sorry."

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded and waved his hand, "Goodbye, Senior Brother Feng."

Ouyang Feng turned around and left, and when he met Mo Hua, his expression lost his gentleness, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

This shadow was keenly captured by the ink painting.

He stood there, staring blankly at Ouyang Feng and a group of Tai'amen disciples, his eyes slightly focused.

Senior Brother Feng seems to be a little different from his previous impression.

I wonder if something happened...

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

Afterwards, Cheng Mo and a large group of people also came.

They walked up to Mo Hua and shouted: "Little senior brother."

Mo Hua also smiled and said hello.

Cheng Mo said: "Mo Hua, I found a good place with the best view. I will take you there."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Everyone then set off and walked towards the southeast corner of the sword discussion venue.

Along the way, someone sighed:

"Our Taixu Sect, I don't know when we can participate in the finals..."

"Forget the finals, the semi-finals will be good."

"With the ranking of the top four sects, they will have a larger share of Qianlong Mountain's spiritual mines, and they can get a large amount of spiritual stones, as well as rewards from the Taoist court."

"Reward from the Taoist court?" Mo Hua was startled.

"Yes," a disciple explained, "Generally, for grand events such as the Qian Xue Zhou Jie Contest, the Taoist court will give extra rewards."

"This award is different every time."

"There are excellent Taoist methods, rare elixirs, and Taoist treasures collected by the Taoist court, as well as some formations and talismans."

Mo Hua was a little curious, "What formations are there?"

The disciple shook his head, "I don't know about that..."

"It seems that there are no reward formations this year."

"It was the same thing last time."

"That being said, it seems that there have been many sessions where no formations were awarded."

"The formation is of minimal use. If you are not an formation master, it is useless to obtain the formation. You can only exchange it with others, or hand it over to your own family in exchange for merit."

"Indeed, spiritual weapons, magic weapons, Taoist elixirs and the like are far less real and can be used by ordinary monks..."

…

All the disciples were talking about it.

Mo Hua nodded, curious in his heart.

I don’t know what formations can be rewarded in the Sword Discussion Conference.

After that, the sword discussion conference started step by step.

From the semi-finals to the finals, Mo Hua watched them all.

As expected, the geniuses of the four major sects are all excellent among men, with almost no shortcomings in terms of cultivation, Taoism, spiritual weapons, etc.

Within the void formation, they were fighting each other. With all their strength, the majestic spiritual power activated superior Taoist techniques. With the blessing of top-quality spiritual weapons, their power was astonishing.

All the disciples around looked shocked.

All the elders, and even the upper echelons of the Taoist court and other forces also showed their approval.

Mo Hua also saw the proud man standing at the top of the entire sword discussion conference.

These proud men of heaven, in full view of the public, competed with each other on swords, displaying their grace of being the proudest men of heaven, attracting the admiration and admiration of countless people.

At this moment, Mo Hua was just watching silently from below.

Although he is the "little senior brother" of the Taixu Sect, he is still just an unknown young disciple in the entire Sword Discussion Conference and even the Tao Discussion Conference.

Except for Taixumen, almost no one knows him.

In the sea of ​​disciples, who are so densely packed, he is just like a drop in the ocean, no one cares about him.

In the vast crowd, the inconspicuous ink painting was just looking at it silently, planning something in its heart. There was a brilliance in its clear eyes that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

Finally, after a wonderful contest.

Tianjian Sect, one of the four major sects, won the first place in the Sword Discussion Conference.

Qian Dao Sect ranked second.

The third one is Longding Sect.

Wanxiao Sect ranked fourth.

At this point, this Dao Discussion Conference has completely come to an end.

And behind the scenes, the senior officials of each sect are scheming and plotting around the order of the Tao Discussion Conference in order to seek the greatest interests for their own sects...

…

Inside the Taixu Gate, the master lives.

Mr. Xun and Master Taixu were sitting across from each other drinking tea.

The interior is elegant and the fragrance of tea overflows.

The two people looked calm, but their eyes were filled with deep thoughts.

"In this Dao discussion conference, Tai'amen ranked first among the eight sects, only inferior to the four major sects..."

"The Chongxu Gate is on the middle stream, one step forward."

"Only my Taixu Sect is wandering on the edge of the lower reaches, neither advancing nor retreating."

"But the other two gates have taken a step forward. If we don't advance, we are actually 'retreating'..."

Head Taixu took a sip of tea and said calmly.

The tea is fragrant but has a slightly bitter aftertaste.

Head Taixu raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Xun. Seeing that Mr. Xun looked like an old god, he was even calmer than him, so he couldn't help but ask:

"Old sir...there's something wrong with this..."

Mr. Xun said calmly: "You are the leader."

The head of Taixu smiled bitterly.

The leader is the leader, but in front of the ancestor, the leader is nothing like the leader.

Mr. Xun raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Master Taixu, put down the teacup in his hand, brushed his sleeves, and frowned:

"What did you hear?"

The head of Taixu thought for a moment and considered:

"You know, my family's power is not small..."

Mr. Xun glanced at him and said, "You don't have to be so humble."

The head of Taixu smiled slightly, then calmed down and said solemnly:

"I have some connections in the clan, and I heard from Dao Ting that the Shen family of Qian Dao Sect, together with the Tianjian Sect and other four sects, made suggestions to Dao Ting to..."

The head of Taixu looked slightly coldly and said in a deep voice: "The sect will be restructured."
To be continued...