"It's hard to say. The two have different cultivation bases, so it's hard to compare them."
"I think Senior Brother Xiang is more powerful."
"Brother Zhuang is not as good as Brother Xiang? That's impossible. He is the youngest true disciple of our Sword Sect."
"Don't you understand how Senior Brother Zhuang gained his status as a true disciple?"
"And you saw it too. Senior Brother Zhuang tried so hard just now but couldn't calm the situation down. But as soon as Senior Brother Xiang showed up, he solved the problem instantly!"
"Practice also depends on one's understanding. Senior Brother Xiang is obviously smarter than Senior Brother Zhuang."
“…”
Zhuang Teng's eyelids twitched when he heard this. It was fine if the outer sect cultivators didn't understand, but why were even his fellow disciples saying that he was not as good as Xiang Jianjue?
This is simply outrageous!
He practiced diligently since childhood and became a true disciple at the age of 500. That was because his cultivation was sufficient. When was it because his mother protected him?
How could Xiang Jianjue, a barbarian young man from Dongzhou, be worthy of competing with him?
His anger surged, and he actually stood up and shouted loudly: "Xiang Junior Brother!"
Everyone looked at him.
Xiang Jianjue looked puzzled, "Senior Brother Zhuang, what are you doing..."
Zhuang Teng felt better when he felt everyone's eyes were focused on him.
His expression softened slightly, but his tone was icy cold: "Junior Brother Xiang, everyone in the sect says that in terms of talent, you are the best among the younger generation of our Sword Sect.
Brother, if you want to test me, why don't we go to the Sword Tower and see who's better?"
After these words were spoken, almost everyone in the field showed surprise, even the purple-robed monk was no exception.
He just sent someone to provoke Zhuang Teng a few words, and before he could use his next move, this guy couldn't help it?
How stupid.
The purple-robed monk laughed inwardly.
Even the purple-robed cultivator was like this, let alone the people from the Sword Sect. They all looked at Zhuang Teng with strange expressions.
Liang Haoming couldn't help but roll his eyes, secretly cursing him as an idiot, and then quickly sent a secret message to Jian Jue:
"Junior Brother Xiang, don't bother with him. Zhuang Teng must be disgusted with you and wants to kill your prestige.
It's not worth exposing your strength to such a person!"
Xiang Jianjue looked at Liang Haoming in surprise.
This person seems to be just like Zhuang Teng on weekdays, disliking me in everything. Why is he standing on his side today?
It's really strange.
"Junior Brother Zhuang, do you know what you are talking about?"
Li Changting stepped forward, blocking Xiang Jianjue's way. His tone was unusually stern and serious. "The sect's rules prohibit spying on fellow disciples' progress in cultivation. Junior brother, have you forgotten?"
"How can this be considered spying?"
Zhuang Teng spread his hands and said innocently, "If I test my junior brother's training, it would be considered a violation of the sect's rules. Wouldn't every senior brother in the sect be punished?"
Having said this, he glanced at the monks from the two continents and said with a smile, "Ever since the East Continent moved westward for twenty years, the debate over which of the two continents has higher talent has never subsided.
I think we should decide who's stronger. You represent the monks of East Continent, and I'll represent West Continent. Whoever wins the Sword Tower championship tomorrow will represent that continent as the stronger, and there'll be no more arguments from then on.
Fellow travelers from East and West Continents, don’t you want to know the outcome?”
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Changting and Su Qingqing's expressions changed instantly.
The purple-robed monk almost laughed out loud, and immediately echoed, "Zhuang Zhenchuan is absolutely right! Fellow Daoist Xiang, compete with him!"
"Fellow Daoist Xiang, we trust you! You will definitely win back the top spot for us Dongzhou cultivators!"
"Zhuang Teng is older than you. Even if he can reach a few more levels, his talent is definitely not as good as yours."
“…”
The people of East Continent immediately shouted. The cultivators of West Continent, unwilling to admit defeat, immediately joined in the rebuttal, and the scene once again became a chaotic mess.
Xiang Jianjue's face was as gloomy as water. "Senior Brother Zhuang, sometimes I really don't know whether you are a true disciple of the Sword Sect or a spy of the Pantheon."
"Who doesn't know my origins? Don't lie to me, Junior Brother."
Zhuang Teng's eyes flashed with sarcasm. "Junior Brother Xiang, you've been hesitant to agree to my request. Are you afraid? Are you afraid that the Pantheon's spies will discover your strength and you'll lose your life?
Don't worry, Junior Brother Xiang. My talent is superior to yours. Even if the Pantheon really wants to take action, they will only target me first.
I risked my life to accompany my junior brother, yet he didn't even dare to accept my invitation. This is truly a shame."
"Zhuang Teng!"
Li Changting's face turned pale, "The situation today has calmed down, but you insist on stirring up trouble again. Have you ever thought about the consequences?
If you cause trouble, even Elder Zhuang can't protect you!"
"What does this have to do with Elder Zhuang?"
When Zhuang Teng heard his mother's name, his expression turned even worse: "Li Changting, you said so much, don't you just want me to give way to your precious junior brother?
After going to Dongzhou, you can't figure out where you are from?"
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