Chapter 6795 Amazing potential
Within the Star Dragon Sect, due to the consecutive defeats and the previous defeat, the entire sect was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.
In the main hall, the elders and disciples of the Star Dragon Sect were silent, with a trace of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes. The result of that game was a heavy blow to them, especially against a force like the Blood Mark Immortal Sect. In the duel, every defeat was like a knife cutting into their hearts.
The elders frowned, realizing that the sect's morale was gradually declining. Not only the elders, but also some young disciples felt this heavy atmosphere. The glory of the past seems to have been diluted by one defeat after another.
"This is not the style of our Star Dragon Sect." An elder said in a deep voice, trying to boost everyone's morale, but no matter how forcefully he spoke, the entire sect was still shrouded in silence.
In the courtyard, the originally lively and lively disciples seemed a little depressed. The previous confidence and vitality seemed to have been weakened by this series of losses, and they were all silently thinking about how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.
The new disciples of the Star Dragon Sect looked at each other. They realized that the sect's situation had become difficult. Every competition was a test of their strength, but consecutive failures made them feel more stressed.
"What's wrong with us?" A young disciple asked in a low voice. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. The other disciples also looked puzzled. They didn't know how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.
The elders and core disciples of the Star Dragon Sect began to think and try to find ways to boost their morale. They understood that the defeat was only temporary, but for the sect, every defeat was a big blow.
"We can't be discouraged!" An elder suddenly said: "This is just a game. The strength of the sect does not lie in temporary success or failure."
But even with such encouragement, the morale of the Star Dragon Sect is still dim. They need more confidence and victory to rekindle the sect's vitality and re-establish the sect's majesty.
In the silence, the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect gradually realized that only by practicing harder and continuously improving their own strength could the sect regain its former glory.
The young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect became proud of themselves in their territory. The leading young man was a young monk with a slender figure and sharp eyes. He was holding a wooden sword, and the tip of the sword gently exuded a sharp aura. The sword energy seemed to show his own arrogance and confidence.
"Haha, those guys from the Star Dragon Sect are so useless!" He laughed excitedly and said to his companions: "Their strength is only like this, they are not worthy of fighting against our Blood Mark Immortal Sect."
His words were full of disdain and ridicule, revealing an aura of pride. The surrounding young monks from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect also mocked the Star Dragon Sect's failure and strength.
"The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect are simply a bunch of trash!" A young monk from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect said provocatively: "They don't know how to practice at all. How can they compare with such a noble Blood Pattern Immortal Sect like us?"
These words were full of arrogance and arrogance, putting the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect directly into anger and humiliation.
Some disciples of the Star Dragon Sect could not help but darken their faces, feeling angry at the ridicule, but they knew that the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect did have an advantage in strength and reputation at the moment, which made them unable to refute the opponent verbally.
"They are just self-righteous guys." A young disciple of the Star Dragon Sect held his breath. Although their hearts were full of anger, they also knew the strength behind the other party's words.
This taunt made the atmosphere within the Star Dragon Sect even heavier. Facing this provocation, they were unable to refute effectively except for their reluctance.
"We don't need to pay attention to them." An elder of the Star Dragon Sect said in a deep voice, trying to stabilize everyone's emotions: "It doesn't matter what they say, what matters is our own practice."
Although the elders tried to calm everyone's emotions, the ridicule of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect still aroused a sense of resentment within the Star Dragon Sect. Such arrogant and provocative words made the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect feel depressed and unwilling. Understand that only by practicing harder can you respond to the other party's provocation with strength.
At this moment, Chen Xuan had been meditating in the Star Dragon Sect, but when the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect began to mock the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect, he stood up.
With deep eyes, he walked slowly towards the place where everyone gathered. His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"The strength of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect is indeed admirable." Chen Xuan's voice was steady and calm, without any anger at all. He just said calmly: "But strength should not make people lose their basic respect and humility."
There was no anger or hostility in his words, but they deeply hit the self-esteem of the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect. Chen Xuan's aura seemed to be a kind of suppression, making everyone present feel an invisible oppression. .
When the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect heard Chen Xuan's words, their expressions changed slightly. They couldn't help but feel a pressure from Chen Xuan, as if the sudden appearance of Chen Xuan was an insurmountable wall.
"Who are you?!" Someone among the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect asked. They were puzzled and surprised by Chen Xuan's sudden appearance.
"I am a member of the Star Dragon Sect, just like you." Chen Xuan replied calmly, his voice full of calmness and confidence.
Chen Xuan's appearance gave the Xinglong Sect's disciples a glimmer of hope and confidence. Although they knew that the Blood Mark Immortal Sect was powerful, Chen Xuan's aura and attitude gave them some confidence, as if suggesting that Xinglong Zong is not without the power to fight back.
The young monk from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect smiled mockingly.
"Newcomer, what do you know? Here, only strength will win respect."
Within the Star Dragon Sect, due to the consecutive defeats and the previous defeat, the entire sect was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.
In the main hall, the elders and disciples of the Star Dragon Sect were silent, with a trace of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes. The result of that game was a heavy blow to them, especially against a force like the Blood Mark Immortal Sect. In the duel, every defeat was like a knife cutting into their hearts.
The elders frowned, realizing that the sect's morale was gradually declining. Not only the elders, but also some young disciples felt this heavy atmosphere. The glory of the past seems to have been diluted by one defeat after another.
"This is not the style of our Star Dragon Sect." An elder said in a deep voice, trying to boost everyone's morale, but no matter how forcefully he spoke, the entire sect was still shrouded in silence.
In the courtyard, the originally lively and lively disciples seemed a little depressed. The previous confidence and vitality seemed to have been weakened by this series of losses, and they were all silently thinking about how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.
The new disciples of the Star Dragon Sect looked at each other. They realized that the sect's situation had become difficult. Every competition was a test of their strength, but consecutive failures made them feel more stressed.
"What's wrong with us?" A young disciple asked in a low voice. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. The other disciples also looked puzzled. They didn't know how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.
The elders and core disciples of the Star Dragon Sect began to think and try to find ways to boost their morale. They understood that the defeat was only temporary, but for the sect, every defeat was a big blow.
"We can't be discouraged!" An elder suddenly said: "This is just a game. The strength of the sect does not lie in temporary success or failure."
But even with such encouragement, the morale of the Star Dragon Sect is still dim. They need more confidence and victory to rekindle the sect's vitality and re-establish the sect's majesty.
In the silence, the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect gradually realized that only by practicing harder and continuously improving their own strength could the sect regain its former glory.
The young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect became proud of themselves in their territory. The leading young man was a young monk with a slender figure and sharp eyes. He was holding a wooden sword, and the tip of the sword gently exuded a sharp aura. The sword energy seemed to show his own arrogance and confidence.
"Haha, those guys from the Star Dragon Sect are so useless!" He laughed excitedly and said to his companions: "Their strength is just like this, they are not worthy of fighting against our Blood Mark Immortal Sect."
His words were full of disdain and ridicule, revealing an aura of pride. The surrounding young monks from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect also mocked the Star Dragon Sect's failure and strength.
"The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect are simply a bunch of trash!" A young monk from the Blood Mark Immortal Sect said provocatively: "They don't know how to practice at all. How can they compare with such a noble Blood Mark Immortal Sect as us?"
These words were full of arrogance and arrogance, putting the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect directly into anger and humiliation.
Some disciples of the Star Dragon Sect could not help but darken their faces, feeling angry at the ridicule, but they knew that the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect did have an advantage in strength and reputation at the moment, which made them unable to refute the opponent verbally.
"They are just self-righteous guys." A young disciple of the Star Dragon Sect held his breath. Although their hearts were full of anger, they also knew the strength behind the other party's words.
This taunt made the atmosphere within the Star Dragon Sect even heavier. Facing this provocation, they were unable to refute effectively except for their reluctance.
"We don't need to pay attention to them." An elder of the Star Dragon Sect said in a deep voice, trying to stabilize everyone's emotions: "It doesn't matter what they say, what matters is our own practice."
Although the elders tried to calm everyone's emotions, the ridicule of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect still aroused a sense of resentment within the Star Dragon Sect. Such arrogant and provocative words made the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect feel depressed and unwilling. Understand that only by practicing harder can you respond to the other party's provocation with strength.
At this moment, Chen Xuan had been meditating in the Star Dragon Sect, but when the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect began to mock the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect, he stood up.
With deep eyes, he walked slowly towards the place where everyone gathered. His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"The strength of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect is indeed admirable." Chen Xuan's voice was steady and calm, without any anger at all. He just said calmly: "But strength should not make people lose their basic respect and humility."
There was no anger or hostility in his words, but they deeply hit the self-esteem of the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect. Chen Xuan's aura seemed to be a kind of suppression, making everyone present feel an invisible oppression. .
When the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect heard Chen Xuan's words, their expressions changed slightly. They couldn't help but feel a pressure from Chen Xuan, as if the sudden appearance of Chen Xuan was an insurmountable wall.
"Who are you?!" someone among the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect asked. They were puzzled and surprised by Chen Xuan's sudden appearance.
"I am a member of the Star Dragon Sect, just like you." Chen Xuan replied calmly, his voice full of calmness and confidence.
Chen Xuan's appearance gave the Xinglong Sect's disciples a glimmer of hope and confidence. Although they knew that the Blood Mark Immortal Sect was powerful, Chen Xuan's aura and attitude gave them some confidence, as if suggesting that Xinglong Zong is not without the power to fight back.
The young monk from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect smiled mockingly.
"Newcomer, what do you know? Here, only strength will win respect."
