Chapter 6795 Amazing Potential

Inside the Xinglong Sect, because of the continuous defeats and the previous loss, the entire sect was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

In the hall, the elders and disciples of the Xinglong Sect were silent, with a hint of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes. The result of that game was a heavy blow to them, especially in the confrontation with a force like the Blood Vein Immortal Sect. Every defeat was like a knife cutting into their hearts.

The elders frowned, and they realized that the morale of the sect was gradually declining. Not only the elders, but also some young disciples felt this heavy atmosphere. The glory of the past now seemed to be diluted by one defeat after another.

"This is not the style of our Xinglong Sect." An elder said in a deep voice, trying to boost everyone's morale, but even if he said it forcefully, the entire sect was still shrouded in silence.

In the courtyard, the disciples who were originally lively and active seemed a little depressed. The confidence and vitality of the past seemed to be weakened in this series of losses. They were all thinking silently about how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.

The new disciples of Xinglong Sect looked at each other in bewilderment. They realized that the situation of the sect had become difficult. Every game was a test of their strength, but the continuous failures made them feel more stressed.

"What's wrong with us?" A young disciple asked in a low voice, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement. Other disciples also looked puzzled. They didn't know how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.

The elders and core disciples of Xinglong Sect began to think and try to find ways to boost 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 depend on temporary success or failure."

But even with such encouragement, the morale of Xinglong Sect is still dim. They need more confidence and victory to rekindle the vitality of the sect and re-establish the majesty of the sect.

In silence, the disciples of Xinglong Sect gradually realized that only by practicing harder and constantly improving their own strength can the sect regain its former glory.

The young monks of the Blood Vein Sect were proud of themselves in their territory. The leading young man was a slender young monk with sharp eyes. He held a wooden sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword gently exuded a sharp sword energy, as if showing his own arrogance and confidence.

"Haha, those guys from the Star Dragon Sect are so useless!" He laughed excitedly and said to his companions around him: "Their strength is just like this, and they are not worthy of confronting our Blood Vein Sect."

His words were full of disdain and ridicule, revealing a breath of pride. The young monks of the Blood Vein Sect around him also followed suit and ridiculed the defeat and strength of the Star Dragon Sect.

"The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect are simply a bunch of trash!" A young monk of the Blood Vein Sect said provocatively: "They don't know how to practice at all, how can they compare with the noble Blood Vein Sect like us?"

These words were full of arrogance and arrogance, which directly put the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect in anger and humiliation.

Some disciples of the Star Dragon Sect could not help but look gloomy, feeling angry about this ridicule, but they knew that the Blood Vein Immortal Sect did have an advantage in strength and reputation at the moment, which made it impossible for them to refute the other party verbally.

"They are just some self-righteous guys." A young disciple of the Star Dragon Sect held his breath. Although he was full of anger, he also knew the strength behind the other party's words.

This ridicule made the atmosphere inside the Star Dragon Sect even heavier. Facing this provocation, they could not effectively refute it except for their unwillingness in their hearts.

"We don't have to pay attention to them." An elder of the Star Dragon Sect said in a deep voice, trying to stabilize everyone's emotions: "What they say is irrelevant, what is important is our own practice."

Although the elder tried to calm everyone's emotions, the ridicule of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect still aroused a wave of resentment within the Star Dragon Sect. This arrogant and provocative speech made the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect feel depressed and unwilling. They understood that only by practicing harder can they respond to the provocation of the other party with strength.

At this moment, Chen Xuan had been meditating in the Xinglong Sect, but when the young cultivators of the Blood Vein Sect began to mock the disciples of the Xinglong Sect, he stood up.

His eyes were deep, and he walked slowly to the place where everyone gathered. His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Everyone from the Blood Vein Sect, your strength is indeed admirable." Chen Xuan's voice was steady and calm, without any anger, and he just said calmly: "But strength should not make people lose basic respect and humility."

His words did not have the slightest anger and hostility, but deeply hit the self-esteem of those young cultivators of the Blood Vein Sect. Chen Xuan's aura seemed to be a kind of suppression, making the people present feel an invisible oppression.

The young cultivators of the Blood Vein Sect changed their faces when they heard Chen Xuan's words. They couldn't help but feel a kind of pressure from Chen Xuan, as if this suddenly appeared Chen Xuan was an insurmountable wall.

"Who are you?!" One of the young cultivators of the Blood Vein Sect asked out loud, and 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.

The appearance of Chen Xuan gave the disciples of the Xinglong Sect a glimmer of hope and confidence. Although they knew that the Blood Vein Immortal Sect was powerful, Chen Xuan's aura and attitude gave them some confidence, as if suggesting that the Xinglong Sect was not without the power to fight back.

The young cultivator of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect laughed sarcastically.

"Newcomer, what do you know? Here, only strength can win respect."

The Xinglong Sect was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere because of the continuous defeats and the previous loss.

In the hall, the elders and disciples of the Xinglong Sect were silent, with a hint of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes. The result of that game was a heavy blow to them, especially in a confrontation with a force like the Blood Vein Immortal Sect. Every defeat was like a knife cutting into their hearts.

The elders frowned, and they realized that the morale of the sect was gradually declining. Not only the elders, but also some young disciples felt this heavy atmosphere. The glory of the past now seems to be diluted by one defeat after another.

"This is not the style of our Xinglong Sect." An elder said in a deep voice, trying to boost everyone's morale, but no matter how powerful he was, the entire sect was still shrouded in silence.

In the courtyard, the originally lively and active disciples seemed a little depressed. The previous confidence and vitality seemed to be weakened by this series of defeats. They were all thinking silently about how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.

The new disciples of Xinglong Sect looked at each other. They realized that the situation of the sect had become difficult. Every game was a test of their strength, but the continuous 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 puzzlement, and other disciples also looked puzzled. They didn't know how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.

The elders and core disciples of Xinglong Sect began to think and try to find ways to boost 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 depend on temporary success or failure."

But even with such encouragement, the morale of the Xinglong Sect is still dim. They need more confidence and victory to rekindle the vitality of the sect and re-establish the majesty of the sect.

In silence, the disciples of the Xinglong Sect gradually realized that only by practicing harder and constantly improving their own strength can the sect regain its former glory.

The young monks of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect were proud of themselves in their territory. The leading young man was a slender and sharp-eyed young monk. He held a wooden sword, and the tip of the sword gently exuded a sharp sword aura, as if showing his own arrogance and self-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, and they are not worthy of confronting our Blood Vein Immortal Sect."

His words were full of disdain and ridicule, revealing a breath of pride. The young cultivators of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect around him also followed suit to ridicule the defeat and strength of the Star Dragon Sect.

"The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect are simply a bunch of trash!" A young cultivator of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect said provocatively: "They don't know how to practice at all, how can they compare with the noble Blood Vein Immortal Sect like us?"

These words were full of arrogance and arrogance, which directly put the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect in anger and humiliation.

Some disciples of the Star Dragon Sect couldn't help but look down, and felt angry about this ridicule, but they knew that the Blood Vein Immortal Sect did have an advantage in strength and reputation at the moment, which made it impossible for them to refute the other party verbally.

"They are just some self-righteous guys." A young disciple of the Star Dragon Sect held his breath. Although he was full of anger, he also knew the strength behind the other party's words.

This ridicule made the atmosphere inside the Star Dragon Sect even heavier. In the face of this provocation, they could not effectively refute it except for the reluctance in their hearts.

"We don't have to pay attention to them." An elder of the Star Dragon Sect said in a deep voice, trying to stabilize everyone's emotions: "What they say is irrelevant. What's important is our own practice."

Although the elders tried to calm everyone's emotions, the ridicule of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect still aroused a sense of resentment inside the Star Dragon Sect. This arrogant and provocative speech made the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect feel depressed and unwilling. They understood that only by practicing harder can they respond to the provocation of the other party with strength.

At this moment, Chen Xuan had been practicing in the Star Dragon Sect, but when the young monks of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect began to ridicule the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect, he stood up.

His eyes were deep, and he walked slowly to the place where everyone gathered. His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Everyone from the Blood Mark Immortal Sect, your strength is indeed admirable." Chen Xuan's voice was steady and calm, without any anger, and he just said calmly: "But strength should not make people lose basic respect and humility."

His words did not have the slightest anger and hostility, but they deeply hit the self-esteem of the young cultivators of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect. Chen Xuan's aura seemed to be a kind of suppression, making the people present feel an invisible oppression.

The young cultivators of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect changed their faces when they heard Chen Xuan's words. They couldn't help but feel a kind of pressure from Chen Xuan, as if this suddenly appeared Chen Xuan was an insurmountable wall.

"Who are you?!" One of the young cultivators of the Blood Vein 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.

The appearance of Chen Xuan gave the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect a glimmer of hope and confidence. Although they knew that the Blood Vein Sect was powerful, Chen Xuan's aura and attitude gave them some confidence, as if suggesting that the Star Dragon Sect was not without the power to fight back.

The young cultivator of the Blood Vein Sect laughed sarcastically.

"Newcomer, what do you know? Here, only strength can win respect."