Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, but he couldn't tell why.

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Taixu Gate, the residence of the leader.

The towers are high and the clouds are shrouded in mist.

Mr. Xun and Head Taixu were drinking tea and discussing matters.

"The next Tao Discussion Conference is coming soon again. There are only less than two years left..." Head Taixu sighed.

Mr. Xun drank tea silently and did not speak.

The head of the Taixu Sect hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uneasy after all, and then asked: "Old sir, tell me, what ranking will our Taixu Sect take this time?"

Mr. Xun said calmly: "It's useless to ask me, I don't know how to tell fortunes."

"Don't you know how to deduce cause and effect?"

"That's called deduction, not fortune-telling. There are very few people in this world who can really tell fortunes. Besides, if you can deduce cause and effect, others can do it too. It's useless to try to take advantage of this."

The head of Taixu Sect felt a little regretful, and then frowned and said, "It stands to reason that after the merger of the three sects, the strength of our Taixu Sect is not what it used to be. There are still ink paintings on the formations. This Tao Discussion Conference, even if it does not go further, There should be no problem keeping the ranking, but..."

Head Taixu sighed, "I always feel worried. It seems that something big will happen at this Dao Discussion Conference."

When Mr. Xun heard this, his eyes narrowed. After a while, he poured himself a cup of tea and said, "Just obey fate in everything you do. There is no way to avoid the disaster that is coming."

The head of Taixu remained silent.

Old Mr.

"Forging iron requires oneself to be strong. If my Taixu Sect's disciples are strong enough, why can't they keep their ranking?"

The head of Taixu pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "The old gentleman is right, then I will look for more disciples, seize the time, and focus on training."

But he felt a little helpless.

That's true, but this is in the realm of Qianxue, where there are countless geniuses.

The Taixu Sect is already weak in terms of the source of its disciples, so no matter how you choose, its strength will only be limited.

What's more, now that the three sects have merged, there are more people and the requirements are higher.

It would be lucky if the previous Taixu Sect could keep the eighth place.

But now, his Taixu Sect has to be at least one of the "top three". Otherwise, it won't be able to get enough of the Qianlongling Mine to support this large family.

Sects need to spend a lot of spiritual stones.

The current merger of the three sects is, to a certain extent, taking advantage of their respective roots.

If you don't get a good ranking, occupy more shares in the Qianlong Spirit Mine, and get more spiritual stones, sooner or later you will "sit back and get nothing".

By that time, once the supply of spiritual stones is insufficient, turnover cannot be made, and life becomes tight, Taixu Sect will really become an "empty shelf" with a big appetite and insufficient food, and it will only be a matter of time before it goes downhill.

"To open a sect is to burn spiritual stones..."

Master Taixu sighed in his heart.

Therefore, the ranking in the Sword Discussion Conference is very important.

He began to carefully search for candidates for the Sword Discussion Conference:

"Linghuxiao from the Chongxu Sect, a swordsman genius who is rare to see in five hundred years, was originally the treasure of the Chongxu Sect, but now it is easier for me, the Taixu Sect... No, we are all the Taixu Sect now, we don't exist. Who is cheaper?"

"Tai'amen, there are a few in the Ouyang family who are good at practicing sword techniques..."

"Although my Taixu Sect is not particularly outstanding, because of the 'little senior brother' Mo Hua taking the lead, the cohesion among fellow sects is strong and the cooperation is more tacit..."

The head of Taixu was mumbling, but suddenly his heart moved, and he asked curiously: "Old sir, you said Mo Hua... is he suitable for sword debate?"

When it came to ink painting, Mr. Xun also became serious.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly shook his head:
Chapter completed!