When Xu Han was still a beggar, he had heard such a sentence before.

The son of heaven is guilty of the same crime as the commoners.

Even Xu Han, who was still a beggar, had always scoffed at this sentence. It was not at that time that he understood the great truth. Rather, this sentence basically meant that all people in the world were equal.

But if everyone was equal, how could Xu Han be a beggar?

Therefore, Xu Han did not believe such words.

And most people in the world don't believe that either.

However, no matter how absurd the truth was, there was no lack of people in this world who believed in it.

For example, Song Yueming was such a person.

Before Xu Han knew Song Yueming, he felt very sad.

But after he met Song Yueming, he felt that this kind of person was very cute.

Song Yueming was indeed such a person.

He stubbornly believed that there was a clear distinction between good and evil in the world, and that human kindness and evil were like white jade flies.

Such stubbornness was so stubborn that Xu Han couldn't bear to expose it.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the bitter fruits of today were born.

After Song Yueming's words, the noisy crowd fell silent.

Xu Han looked at the youth covered in blood and his pupils suddenly dilated. He did not expect Song Yueming to say such words and do such a thing.

Sikong Bai was an immortal! How could he be defeated with just a few simple words?

"Elders and deacons, fellow martial brothers, think carefully!"

'"The ancestral teachings of the Linglong Pavilion's founding sect. Think about the strange things that have happened in the sect since you cultivated that sword art. I believe that what I said is true. I believe that everyone who has attainments in the sword art can also see the strange sword art. Can't Elder Sikong see through this?" Unfortunately, Song Yueming did not notice Xu Han's thoughts. He looked at the crowd and shouted loudly.

His expression was anxious and his voice was loud.

Under his words, everyone present finally regained their senses, and the crowd became noisy again.

They began whispering and whispering.

Regarding the oddness of the sword art, these past few days, such words had already spread among disciples more than once. However, most people were still skeptical of this. It was not that they were stupid, but in most people's hearts, they would still subconsciously think that Sikong Bai had no reason to harm them.

After cultivating the sword scripture, those strange expressions, such as absent-minded expressions, were also said to be normal reactions under intentional control.

However, when Song Yueming put such a statement on the surface, it naturally aroused the panic in the hearts of most of the disciples present.

Song Yueming's face was filled with joy.

However, they did not pay attention to Xu Han and Long Congyun's deeply furrowed brows.

They knew very well that everything Song Yueming had done was in vain. Not only could such words not solve the current situation of the Exquisite Pavilion, it would also bring unimaginable calamity to Song Yueming himself.

However, Song Yueming did not expect this. He opened his mouth and continued, "Furthermore, can everyone imagine how often you would feel pain from the acupoints of the Divine Spring, the Serene Valley, and the Eagle Gate after cultivating that sword technique? Do you have a dazed expression? Which of these are the hidden dangers that a normal sword technique can bring?"

As these words were spoken, the whispers between the disciples grew louder. Indeed, as Song Yueming had said, after cultivating the sword art, they would often feel this way.

"That's because the cultivation methods in the sword arts contradict each other. In the long run, cultivators will definitely be swallowed up by the sword arts, and those crazy junior brothers are the best evidence!"

Song Yue's words were burning, and the panic in the crowd became even more intense with his narration.

But when Xu Han heard this, his heart shook. His gaze towards Song Yueming became gloomy at that time.

The reason why Song Yueming was able to avoid cultivating that sword art was because Xu Han could see through the oddity of the sword art, and the reason why Xu Han could see through the oddity of the sword art was because he had been taught by several Sword Dao Masters in succession.

But even so, due to his low cultivation realm, he could only discern the abnormality of the sword art, but it was difficult to reveal its origin, and it was even more impossible to accurately deduce what kind of abnormality would occur after cultivating this sword art.

However, Song Yueming explained this matter in detail. Judging from the expressions on the faces of the disciples, it was clear that Song Yueming had not only said it, but also seemed to have said it very accurately.

Xu Han was very clear about Song Yueming's abilities. With his cultivation base, he was determined to not be able to accomplish this.

There must be someone else who let him know about this matter, and that person was probably the key to making Song Yueming come up with such a stupid idea to ring the Black Dragon Bell.

Thinking of this, the gaze in Xu Han's eyes became gloomier and gloomier.

Throughout the entire Linglong Pavilion, it seemed that apart from Sikong Bai, only the Sword Dao Grandmaster who was comparable to an immortal could deduce the abnormality brought about by cultivation through a simple sword art.

But why did he do this? He should have known that Song Yueming's actions did not help at all.

"Everyone, think about it .." Song Yueming had already said something loudly on the high platform, but Xu Han's heart was in a mess at that time. He had no time to listen to what Song Yueming said.

He was more concerned about what the person who instructed Song Yueming to do this was thinking, and what was his purpose? Was Song Yueming his chess piece or a sacrifice to lure the snake out of its cave?

"Have you said enough?"

Just as Song Yueming continued to talk and Xu Han frowned deeply, a deep and cold voice suddenly came from all directions and entered everyone's ears.

Then, a black silhouette appeared in front of Song Yueming like a ghost with a movement technique that was so fast that it could barely catch any traces.

A gloomy and gloomy aura rippled around the black figure at that moment. It was as if the temperature of the entire mountain gate had dropped by several points since the moment he appeared.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, and his head of white hair was scattered randomly. The aura on his face was strange, but his lips were incomparably red as if they had been stained with fresh blood.

It was Sikong!

Xu Han's heart trembled. It had only been a few days since he last met at the World-saving Manor, but the blank space in front of him had almost made him unable to recognize it.

It was as if he was a different person. The aura around him was extremely cold and gloomy, like an evil ghost.

"Let me ask you, is that enough?" Sikong Bai looked at Song Yueming and his deep voice sounded again.

Everyone on the field fell silent again. The sudden appearance of Sikong Bai and his strange appearance caused the hearts of everyone present to tremble, and they fell into silence for a moment.

Song Yueming was obviously the same.

He stared blankly at the old man in front of him for a long time before he regained his senses. However, perhaps because he was very close to him, he opened his mouth and found that his upper and lower gums were trembling as if he had lost control. At that time, he was unable to say a single word for a long time.

Song Yueming's appearance fell into Sikong Bai's eyes. At that time, the black-robed old man raised his eyebrows. He seemed to enjoy Song Yueming's fearful appearance.

Therefore, he didn't say anything, only the cold aura around him surged out frantically and directly attacked Song Yueming.

He knew very well that with this youth's Three Elemental Realm cultivation, he would not be able to withstand this kind of power. He waited to see his kneeling body beg for mercy from him.

Song Yueming had already suffered a lot from the previous conflicts, but now his face was pale under the cold aura of Sikong Bai, and his body started to involuntarily tremble.

Seeing this, Xu Han and the others could roughly guess Song Yueming's current state. They wanted to save him, but an immortal stood between them. They were simply unable to use even the slightest bit of strength under his pressure.

As a spectator, Long Congxun hesitated for a moment before taking a step forward and preparing to say something.

"No.. No!" But at this moment, the pale-faced Song Yueming suddenly spoke again.

These two simple words, however, were extremely difficult for him to utter, and the sound line seemed to have been squeezed out of his throat with all his strength. At that moment, the youth's gaze also looked straight at the old man in front of him. His gaze was resolute, like a long saber being unsheathed, and a sharp arrow leaving the string.

"Huh?" Sikong Bai 's face revealed astonishment. He never imagined that under his pressure, this youth who was only at the Three Elements Realm would actually have the strength to speak.

"Disciple said that disciple didn't say enough." This time, Song Yueming straightened his waist and his voice became much smoother. As he said this, his clear voice spread out, as if it had dispelled the gloomy coldness emitted from Sikong Bai's body at that moment.

Hearing this, Sikong Bai 's cold eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed through them.

"Really? Unfortunately, no matter how much you say, it's useless. Look at them. Who will they choose to believe between us?" Sikong Bai said this. Then, he turned his head and looked around at the surrounding disciples. "Which of you believe him? From today onwards, you don't need to cultivate that sword art. Come on, stand up!"

Sikong Bai asked the crowd in such a loud voice, but under his cold gaze, everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.

Obviously, compared to their doubts about the sword art, the people present were more afraid of the consequences of disobeying this Supreme Elder.

Sikong Bai was very satisfied with the attitudes of the crowd. He immediately turned his head and looked at Song Yueming.

"Kid, I don't know where you heard your nonsense, but the things I paid for the Exquisite Pavilion are far beyond your imagination."

"The Exquisite Pavilion will not perish, nor will it go astray."

"As long as you believe me, Linglong Pavilion will only take another step forward!"

Sikong Bai said as his eyebrows grew fanatical. His eyes were burning with raging flames, and his expression was filled with yearning, as if he had already seen the future he spoke of.

However, the youth remained unmoved.

He looked at Sikong Bai in front of him, and his clear eyes actually revealed a look of pity.

"Martial Granduncle .. don't you understand?"

"No one will believe a madman.."

"They .."

"I'm just afraid of you.."

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