Mo Hua sized up the young man in front of him.
Taller than him.
Stronger than him.
Held his head higher.
His features were more heroic than his.
The aura in his brows and eyes was more unruly than his own.
Mo Hua nodded and greeted him, "I'm Mo Hua."
Ouyang Xuan, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, glanced at Mo Hua somewhat indifferently and said plainly, "Ouyang Xuan."
His attitude wasn't particularly good.
Possibly because Mo Hua wasn't very tall, his cultivation wasn't deep, nor was his spiritual power strong, so he didn't take Mo Hua seriously.
Or perhaps, he simply didn't take anyone seriously.
It wasn't specifically aimed at Mo Hua.
The Taixu Sect Master saw that the two had finished their greetings and nodded, saying:
"From now on, you two will be teammates in the sword discussion. You should work together, not only for the sect but also for yourselves, to strive for a future."
Mo Hua nodded, "Sect Master, rest assured."
But Ouyang Xuan did not speak.
The Taixu Sect Master didn't mind, smiled and nodded at Mo Hua, and then turned and left.
After the sect leader left, Mo Hua turned his head and looked at Ouyang Xuan again.
He was sure that he had never seen this disciple from the Tai'a Sect before.
He hadn't seen him in the Formation class either; this person was not his "Junior Brother."
"So where did he come from?"
Mo Hua was a bit puzzled.
However, he didn't ask much. Meeting for the first time, it wasn't appropriate to inquire about others' origins or privacy.
But from now on, they would be teammates in the sword discussion.
Their tacit understanding was very important for participating in the discussion.
To ease the atmosphere and build a good relationship, Mo Hua started to talk with Ouyang Xuan.
Saying things like "The weather is nice today," "Do you like eating chicken legs?" "How did you grow so tall?" and the like.
But Ouyang Xuan had a cold expression, looking indifferent and uninterested.
Mo Hua found no interest from the conversation and couldn't be bothered with him anymore.
He was doing this for the sake of his own sect leader and the Tai'a Sect Leader, trying to befriend Ouyang Xuan and include him in his play.
People respect me a foot, I respect them a yard.
But if others don't respect him, he wouldn't show them a friendly face either.
Moreover, Mo Hua himself was very busy.
Seeing Ouyang Xuan still looking unruly and difficult to get along with.
Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart and then left him aside, starting to arrange for his "Junior Brothers" to practice...
...
Between the Outer Mountain and Inner Mountain of Taixu Gate, there was a large stretch of mountains and forests.
This forest area was enclosed by Formation, isolating vision and sound. The terrain inside was rugged and complex.
This was the training field of the Taixu Gate.
It was specially opened for the Sword Discussion Conference to provide a place for the disciples to spar and practice.
Mo Hua hadn't planned on seriously participating in the sword discussion before, so he rarely came to this training field.
But now he was taking it seriously.
Moreover, he wanted to win along with his Junior Brothers, so this training field must be fully utilized.
According to the mountain and river terrain, disciples were paired, and Mo Hua arranged for his Junior Brothers, five people per team, to start practicing and sparring according to the established plans in this vast training field.
The training field was large and considered an important place for the sect, managed by a dedicated Elder.
Logically, Mo Hua did not have the authority to freely allocate and use it.
But after he occupied the training field so openly, no one came to stop him.
The sect leader turned a blind eye.
The Elder in charge of training could only tacitly agree.
After all, in the current Taixu Gate, any Elder with some seniority, background, or insight knew what kind of identity Mo Hua had.