Even the inner sect elders in charge of hosting frowned, looking at Lu Ming before indifferently stating, "You cannot address the First Chief directly by his name."
"Furthermore, you are not qualified to challenge the First Chief. Why don't you withdraw immediately?"
Unexpectedly, Lu Ming scoffed coldly, his face full of determination: "The so-called Daoist sect oppresses disciples merely because of their status?"
"Looking at it this way, Qingyun Daozong is not as magnificent as imagined!"
"I merely wish to advise you, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi—do not bully the young and poor!"
As he uttered the words, "do not bully the young and poor," Lu Ming himself was getting into character, passionate.
The reason classics are classics is that no matter how many times they are used, they can quickly draw one in...
And at the top of the mountain, Qiu Ruohan's beautiful eyes crinkled slightly.
Her impression of Lu Ming dropped a bit.
The Lu Ming in her original impression was someone who practiced desperately and worked hard to achieve everything he desired.
At the same time, he was low-key and stable in character.
Why was he like this now?
Today, so many people from other sect dynasties had gathered here.
Lu Ming was so reckless.
Ultimately, it was Qingyun Daozong's reputation that was being tarnished.
The Great Elder Ying Xuanzi finally spoke.
Looking indifferently at Lu Ming below, he said coldly: "Lu Ming has spoken disrespectfully and contradicted the First Chief. His status as an inner sect direct disciple is revoked, and he is demoted to a core disciple!"
"At the same time, he is to go to Reflection Cliff and contemplate for a hundred days!"
Just as the elder of the inner door finished speaking, Lin Ang on the side smiled playfully, aloof, like a god looking down on an ant.
He looked down at Lu Ming.
He naturally knew that Lu Ming was not an idiot; daring to challenge him this time was nothing more than a few tricks.
Only... in front of Lin Ang, Lu Ming was just a clown.
Since he had presented himself, then he had to be pressed hard...
Lin Ang's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to care: "You wish to challenge me. Then I, Lin, will give you a chance."
"I'll give you a chance; you must seize it."
"But the premise is that you can reach me."
Lin Ang's words fell.
Standing on the steps of the inner gate mountain, in front of him were thousands of steps leading to the square at the foot of the mountain.
Lin Ang stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a green shirt, possessing a detached temperament.
His expression was calm.
Just standing there, a monstrous aura emanated, reaching the heavens.
A sword intent radiated from Lin Ang's body, covering the entire Inner Gate Mountain.