Luo Jianqing had set up a barrier around himself, preventing cultivators below the Jindan stage from approaching, but he hadn't set up a soundproof barrier. Li Xiuchen looked Luo Jianqing up and down with a strange look, and finally whispered, "TV?"
Luo Jianqing continued to practice with his eyes closed.
Li Xiuchen continued, "Computer? Contra? Internet?"
Luo Jianqing had a calm expression, and her beautiful face looked even more breathtakingly beautiful against the backdrop of the firelight.
Li Xiuchen persisted, asking, "Dude, the 2008 Olympics? The Korean team? The Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong?"
Li Xiuchen spoke for three full minutes, and Luo Jianqing didn't even glance up. Just as he was about to speak again, Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him with an icy gaze. Li Xiuchen shuddered, and just as he was about to speak, Luo Jianqing swung his sleeves. Li Xiuchen howled and was thrown a full ten meters, crashing into a tree with a deafening roar.
The crowd gossiping not far away: "..."
Luo Jianqing stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Shut up and go back to your own seat."
Li Xiuchen gritted his teeth and stood up. When he returned to his seat, Luo Jianqing had already sat down again and continued to meditate.
At this time, Li Xiuchen, while enduring the pain, stared at Luo Jianqing with dangerous and angry eyes, muttering softly: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. You can only be proud now, and later...ah!"
The other disciples were horrified to see Li Xiuchen flying back three or four meters and crashing into a centuries-old tree. A shoe print inexplicably appeared on his face, and blood slowly flowed from his nose. This time he was completely knocked unconscious.
No one understood what had happened, except Elder Cao, who was in the early stage of the Golden Core stage. He wiped the sweat off his face, trembling his fingers, thinking to himself: This... this strength is truly astonishing, his movements are as fast as lightning, and even he didn't see clearly how Luo Jianqing kicked him. Luo Jianqing actually returned to his seat to meditate.
The world is not deceiving me, the leader of the Seven Sons of Taihua! I am truly worthy of being the leader of the Seven Sons of Taihua!
A day later, the group finally reached the site of the ruins. Li Xiuchen trailed at the end of the group, indignant, with a shoe print on his face. He couldn't wash it off, so he could only walk with his head down, his face etched with the print.
Not long after, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm appeared. He exchanged a glance with Elder Cao before turning to look at the elegant cultivator in green in the crowd. He bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, Zhao Yufeng, the Second Elder of the Yitian Sect, has led thirty Qi Refining Stage disciples and twelve Foundation Establishment Stage disciples. We have been waiting for you for a long time."
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