"Wu Tian, you've fallen into demonic cultivation. What you're practicing now isn't Buddhism, but demonic arts!" Elder Lin walked up to Wu Tian, his face stern.
Wu Tian's current state was clearly abnormal.
Because a normal person's thoughts wouldn't be like this. This kid was obviously experiencing Qi deviation, with both his spirit and mind showing signs of trouble.
To put it more severely, there might even be issues with his soul, or perhaps it was contaminated.
This was a tough situation!
Elder Lin had only heard about Wu Tian's condition before. Now, seeing him in person and hearing his words, he understood just how deeply Wu Tian had fallen into his demonic obsession.
"Uncle Lin, it's not that I've fallen into demonic cultivation, but that you are all being swayed by emotions and rigid rules, not acting according to your true intentions," Wu Tian said seriously.
Elder Lin looked at Wu Tian with a hint of worry in his eyes and sighed, "Tian, if you continue like this, you'll fall into the demonic path!"
Wu Tian retorted, "What is the demonic path? What is the righteous path? There are good people in the demonic path, and there are evil people in the righteous path."
While this reasoning was sound, the essence of the righteous path and the demonic path was fundamentally different.
No matter how you put it, there were more good people in the righteous path than in the demonic path!
But at this moment, reasoning with Wu Tian was clearly useless.
If reasoning didn't work, then it was time to use fists!
Meng Fan was to grind down Wu Tian's malevolent aura and sharpness, hopefully wearing it away completely.
Elder Lin looked at Wu Tian and said, "I did say before that if you could defeat my disciple, you could choose any law sword to take away.
However, if you can't defeat my disciple, you'll need to train hard in the Sword Pavilion until you can defeat him!"
Elder Lin and Wu Tian's father were close friends, with a deep bond.
So, he was quite concerned about Wu Tian.
Rather than letting this kid go out into the world and cause more bloodshed, it was better to keep him in the Sword Pavilion for some time to temper him.
Hearing Elder Lin's words, Wu Tian smiled slightly.
He could tell at a glance that Meng Fan's cultivation was at the fourth level of Heavenly Origin, while he himself was at the sixth level.
There were few people who could be his match at a higher realm, let alone someone at a lower realm!
Wu Tian was a genius who often fought above his level.
In the Vajra Temple, he was the most outstanding disciple of his generation, just as Lin Jian was in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
But it seemed that the more outstanding a person was, the more likely they were to have problems. Lin Jian was like this, and so was Wu Tian…
Wu Tian smiled at Elder Lin and said, "Thank you, Uncle Lin. I do need a handy sword weapon."
Yes, he liked using swords too!
A Buddhist disciple using a sword might seem strange, but he just liked it.
If Wu Tian didn't use a sword, he wouldn't have come to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, let alone the Sword Pavilion.
"But even if you get a law sword, can you handle it?" Meng Fan suddenly said to Wu Tian.
Even he couldn't handle a true law sword now, which was why he used the Red Sheep Sword chosen by Elder Lin.
"Heh, just a law sword. It won't cause any trouble in my hands!" Wu Tian said confidently.
These words made Meng Fan slightly serious.
He felt that Wu Tian wasn't just boasting.
If this guy could really handle a law sword, then he couldn't underestimate him.
After all, this was something he couldn't do, at least in this aspect, Wu Tian was stronger than him.
Of course, it was also possible that this guy was just overestimating himself, thinking he could handle a law sword.
"You two, go to the back mountain to spar. Don't mess around in the Sword Pavilion," Elder Lin said to Meng Fan and Wu Tian.
***
After a stick of incense's time, in an open area at the back mountain of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
Meng Fan and Wu Tian stood facing each other, less than ten meters apart.
Elder Lin didn't follow, but Senior Disciple Luo did, wanting to witness their sparring.
After all, Senior Disciple Luo was now a "junior," and by observing Meng Fan and Wu Tian's sparring, he could learn a lot.
Wu Tian took out a sword from his storage ring and unsheathed it.
The blood-red sword light shot straight into the sky, the surrounding area filled with a malevolent aura, lacking any of the peacefulness of the Buddhist sect.
At first glance, it really looked like a demon sword!
Meng Fan drew the Hong Qi Sword.
Since the opponent was using a spiritual sword, he felt it inappropriate to use the Red Sheep Sword, a law sword.
He actually wanted to say more, but since the swords were already drawn, there was nothing more to say.
Just fight!
"Whoosh~~~" Meng Fan didn't hold back, without any courtesy of "you first" or "I first," he raised his hand and slashed out with a sword.
[Mountain Splitting Sword Momentum]
A crisp and decisive, extremely domineering sword.
The sword momentum was grand and magnificent, slashing down towards Wu Tian.
Wu Tian's expression remained calm, his gaze cold, as he slashed back at Meng Fan with his own sword.
Blood-red sword Qi blossomed, followed by a dazzling golden light.
Sword Momentum——[Vajra]
Wu Tian liked using swords, but the Vajra Temple didn't have many sword techniques.
This Vajra Sword Technique was one of the few top-tier sword techniques of the Vajra Temple.
In the next second, the two sword momentums collided, destroying each other, and within a brief moment, they neutralized each other, ending in a draw.
"Hmm~" Wu Tian let out a soft sound of surprise.
He didn't expect that the sword momentum he slashed out as a cultivator at the sixth level of Heavenly Origin would only end in a draw with the opponent's sword momentum at the fourth level of Heavenly Origin.
Theoretically, he was at a disadvantage with this sword.
After all, he had the advantage in cultivation level!
"Amitabha, as expected of the sword cultivators of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, I can't match this foundation in Sword Dao!"
Wu Tian's competitive spirit was aroused. Since he couldn't match in Sword Dao, he wouldn't compete in Sword Dao.
He stepped forward, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, and slashed out with his sword again.
This time, not only did the sword in his hand emit a golden light, but his entire body was also covered in a faint golden light.
One had to admit, he did have a bit of the aura of a Buddhist Arhat.
This sword had no concept of sword intent or sword momentum, it looked like an ordinary, unremarkable sword.
But Meng Fan felt an unparalleled pressure, this sword seemed to be a spiritual attack.
And this was precisely Meng Fan's weak point!
Wu Tian's spiritual power was extremely strong, Meng Fan even felt that the other party had already cultivated a divine soul.
A cultivator at the sixth level of Heavenly Origin, if they had cultivated a divine soul, would definitely be a favored child of the heavens.
In the entire Shu Mountain Sword Sect, from core disciples to the sect master, there were less than a handful who could achieve this!
"Hong Qi…" Meng Fan murmured softly.
Although spiritual power was indeed not his strong suit for now, he had the Hong Qi Sword!
Wu Tian's sword was still ineffective.
When the Hong Qi Sword clashed with Wu Tian's sword, Wu Tian's face showed a hint of surprise again.
He stepped back, looking at Meng Fan with a serious expression, and said in surprise, "You're much stronger than I imagined, no wonder Uncle Lin has such confidence in you."
After saying that, he directly threw the sword in his hand to the ground.
Abandoning the sword.
It wasn't surrender!
Although he liked swords, he wasn't good at using them.
So sometimes, the sword in his hand was actually a burden.
Without the sword, Wu Tian's whole body shone with golden light, turning from a faint golden light to a solid, heavy golden light, as if he was coated in gold.
At this moment, he really seemed like a golden statue in a temple, made of pure gold!
Then, he clenched his fist and punched straight at Meng Fan.
[Dragon Subduing Golden Body]
[Little Arhat Fist]
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