Xu Yinglian and Jian Qingnan flew up on their swords and arrived above Kuyun Peak.

The so-called Kuyun Peak is a mountain range in the Xuanpu District in the middle section of the Kunlun Mountains. It is named because there is a depression on the top of the mountain and the snow is like clouds but does not move.

Descending through the clouds, Xu Yinglian heard the noisy voices below, which seemed to break through the sky.

“Junior Brother Qiu!” Someone was trying to shout to suppress the noise, “I have a question. Regarding the Taoist method of sealing the sword, have you heard…”

The sound behind was suppressed by the wind. Xu Yinglian quickly accelerated the descent, only to hear Qiu Changtian's voice again:

"This is not difficult. Let me tell you..."

Xu Yinglian suddenly had an urge to vomit blood: Whenever he had made things difficult for him in the past, he would raise his chin contemptuously and say “How difficult is that?”; now that he was in front of so many people, he changed his tone to “That’s not difficult either”?

So it's targeting me?

Following Jian Qingnan down to the top of Kuyun Peak, the two found that the top of the peak was almost packed with people. Nearly a thousand cultivators gathered together to listen to Qiu Changtian debating with everyone below.

"…So I can't explain everything to others. What do you think?" Qiu Changtian finished speaking in one breath and looked at the person who asked the question with a smile.

The questioner was speechless and covered his face with his sleeves to show his submission.

A loud voice immediately erupted around:

"good!"

"Senior Brother Qiu is awesome!"

"The morning bell and evening drum, subtle words with profound meaning! Wonderful!"

Xu Yinglian looked at it for a long time, then turned to ask Jian Qingnan:

"Isn't this just an ordinary discussion?"

"This is not just an ordinary discussion, Sister Ying Lian!" Jian Qingnan stood on tiptoe and pointed to several places in front of her and said, "Look at that, that, and that senior brother. A bunch of people are surrounding Senior Brother Qiu, taking turns asking all kinds of difficult questions. Isn't this a round-robin battle?"

"What's the result?" Xu Yinglian asked helplessly.

"The result... of course he can't win." Jian Qingnan said as a matter of course, "Senior Brother Qiu is so powerful, who can defeat him?"

"In other words, he is showing off his power again." Xu Yinglian looked at the field below with a complicated expression.

As Jian Qingnan said, basically the audience took turns asking questions and Qiu Changtian answered them one by one.

Among the questioners, some are sincere in seeking advice and ask very basic questions; while some deliberately choose to ask difficult and beyond-the-syllabus questions.

However, no matter what type of question it was, Qiu Changtian would ponder for a moment and then answer fluently, as if no question was beyond the boundaries of his knowledge.

The public's eyes were also extremely sharp. If the questioner was asking sincerely, they would respond with pure applause; if the question was asked maliciously, they would praise Qiu Changtian crazily, letting the questioner feel what "one-sided away disadvantage" meant.

Standing on the side of the victor with more people and beating the downtrodden dog brought these people a very strong sense of pleasure.

After all, in the Kunlun Taiqing Sect, which emphasizes a simple life, the daily life of cultivating immortals is very boring, and there are not many variety shows to watch - when they suddenly encounter this kind of activity, everyone is almost overjoyed.

"How do you feel?" The voice of Master Ziwei suddenly sounded beside him. This master had been standing at the edge of the venue for a long time without him knowing.

"Master?" Xu Yinglian quickly performed the disciple's salute, then said bitterly, "I feel... I'm still not as good as Senior Brother."

"I could at least see his back before, but now I can't even see where he is."

"Ying Lian," said Master Ziwei calmly, "You are still too persistent."

"He has his path, and you have yours. A tiger doesn't compete with an eagle for flight, so why should you compete too much on the path of cultivation?"

"Disciple knows his mistake." Xu Yinglian sighed in his heart and lowered his head.

"Hmm." Master Ziwei was a little surprised.

I still remember that during the time when I first started learning, this girl just stared at Qiu Changtian. Whenever I said something to her, she acted like "I know but I won't change", which gave me, her master, a headache.

Now he actually knows how to admit his mistakes... Whether he changes or not is another matter, but at least he is much less arrogant than before.

Master Ziwei's gaze turned and landed on Jian Qingnan:

"You are...Jian Qingnan from the Qingzhou Jian family?"

"Bye, hello, Master." Jian Qingnan quickly followed suit and performed the disciple's salute.

"No need to be polite." Master Ziwei didn't care much about this nominal disciple, and just said lightly, "The Jian family of Qingzhou has gained enlightenment through magic, but they sent you to Kunlun instead of Penglai. You should understand the meaning of this."

"You must not waste your practice on playing in the future. If you have any questions, you should consult your Senior Sister Xu and Senior Brother Qiu."

"Disciple understands." Jian Qingnan said in a low voice.

Master Ziwei turned around and waved his whisk forward, and the crowd of onlookers was immediately separated by some invisible force.

The elder of the Discipline Hall also flew forward on his sword and ordered everyone to leave in an orderly manner. The outermost disciples flew away first, and then gradually moved inwards, taking off in order to avoid collisions.

"Master is so fierce." Seeing Master Ziwei walking towards the center of the venue, Jian Qingnan came to his senses and whispered to Xu Yinglian.

"Vicious?" Xu Yinglian shook his head. "Neither vicious nor inhumane."

“It just depends on the individual.”

In the center of the venue, Qiu Changtian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the elder of the Discipline Hall coming out to interrupt.

He was able to handle the first few questions calmly and with ease.

But as the atmosphere heated up, some senior brothers and sisters who were dissatisfied with him began to ask tricky questions in various ways and asked him to debate and answer their questions.

Even though Qiu Changtian was knowledgeable and proficient in everything, he was almost overwhelmed by these unfamiliar questions.

Fortunately, if you are unsure about external affairs, ask Ah Jing, and if you are unsure about internal affairs, ask Qing Ping. As long as it does not involve specific details and is just discussing the mysterious and profound avenues, Kunlun Mirror can give many interesting answers.

When it comes to flying swords and sword-controlling techniques, Qingping is an expert in this area. In addition to sword techniques, it can even answer some regular Taoist questions occasionally.

Just like that, they managed to survive without any danger until the elders of the Discipline Hall arrived... Of course, Qiu Changtian also seriously suspected that those brothers and sisters who had made things difficult for him didn't actually have many questions to ask.

If he continued to ask, he would just be making trouble. Although it would not destroy his invincible personality, it would not look good on his master if this discussion ended in a "disagreement".

Now that it has been forcibly interrupted by the elders of the Discipline Hall...it seems to be okay?

Qiu Changtian was just thinking about the gains and losses when he saw the head of Ziwei Sect coming out from the passage that separated the crowd and asked Qiu Changtian expressionlessly:

"What have the immortals gained from discussing the Dao?"

"Master, many of the things I didn't understand before have become clear to me after this debate." Qiu Changtian said respectfully.

"How does it feel to be questioned?" Master Ziwei asked again.

"I am extremely humbled and can only answer with reluctance." Qiu Changtian said modestly.

"At least you didn't get carried away." Master Ziwei raised his whisk and tapped him lightly on the head with the handle. "Next time you want to discuss the Dao, just invite a few close friends and have a casual chat in the cave. Why make such a big fuss? If you continue to show off, aren't you afraid of attracting trouble?"

At the edge of the field, Song He, who was about to leave, turned his head and saw Master Ziwei hitting Qiu Changtian. He suddenly had an inexplicable bad feeling.

When he turned around again, he saw that the elder of the Discipline Hall was standing in front of him with a sword. He pointed at him lightly, and Song He's true energy immediately stopped flowing and was sealed.

It's over! A flash of enlightenment flashed through his mind.

He only wanted to use the Yin Gui Dao to kill Qiu Changtian. This move was too hasty, but he ignored the fatal risks involved:

Once they get Qiu Changtian's information, they will lose their value. The Yin Guidao can easily find a middleman to sell themselves to Kunlun for a suitable price while issuing a wanted notice for Qiu Changtian.

Maybe even the money that the Yin Gui Dao paid for Qiu Changtian’s wanted life was earned from Kunlun!