World of Cultivation

Zong Mingyan's face was gloomy. He saw the competition between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping with his own eyes. The two men showed clearly superior strength to him, which really made him feel uncomfortable with his aloof temperament.

In a bad mood, he simply didn't cover up at all, and his whole body was filled with sword intent, just waiting for some blind guy to fall into his hands.

As the chief disciple of Dongqi Sword Sect and Zuo Meitian's beloved disciple, Zong Mingyan is naturally not weak in cultivation. At this time, there was no cover up at all, and the momentum was exposed. Most practitioners would turn around and leave when they saw him. And even those who have strength are not willing to consume their spiritual power so quickly. Everyone knows that the sooner you consume your spiritual energy, the sooner you will be out. This round of competition is not only about strength, but also about patience.

He heard the sound of fighting ahead, snorted, and walked towards it.

Nan Menyang was covered in golden light, carrying a big sword, and had a huge body like a hill. His eyes were wide open with anger and his expression was majestic. Not far away from him, Yu Bai was dressed in white. Although he was not as elegant as Gu Rongping, he was still gentle and elegant. His flying sword, as long as bamboo, was circling and flying beside him, not missing the wind at all.

The two of them are very powerful, especially Nan Menyang's "Mountain-Breaking Sword", which is unparalleled in its power. Each sword whistle is like thunder, and the sword light is like a roll like a wave. It really has the power to break mountains!

The elders of various sects who watched the competition between the two were all filled with admiration.

"Nan Menyang is truly gifted. The second-grade "Mountain-Breaking Sword" in his hands can actually be as powerful as it is! If he trains it well, he will definitely become a master!"

"Not bad! Whoever can get him to join us will be able to add a master!"

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On the contrary, Yu Bai had some strength, which surprised no one.

Several elders of Wukong Sword Sect are also paying attention to Nanmen Yang, the most dazzling Wusect cultivator in this sword trial.

"Brother, this boy is really good! Should we consider making a bid?" Yan Le looked at it intently, as if he was seeing a treasure.

Pei Yuanran pondered for a moment and shook his head helplessly: "This boy is indeed a malleable talent, but you don't know our family background. Wei Sheng is enough for us, let alone Zuo Mo, who is even more troublesome. Luo Li has made great progress this time, and his temperament is much calmer than before. If he is trained well, his future will be bright." While others were having a headache because there were no talented disciples under his sect, Pei Yuanran was worried about having too many good disciples.

"Financial resources are not a big issue. After this sword test meeting, we are afraid that we will not be able to hide our capabilities and bide our time as before. We still have to fight for what we should fight for. I have been feeling uncomfortable for these years." Yan Le He was full of pride when he said this.

Pei Yuanran smiled, his eyes flashing with light.

Xin Yan suddenly interjected: "It doesn't suit his mentality."

Only then did everyone think of this critical issue. Although Nan Menyang is extremely talented, it also depends on what kind of mental skills he cultivates. Although the "Vajra Art" and "Mountain-Breaking Sword" were only second-grade, their power increased sharply due to the way they were facing him. If the mental method is not in the right way, it is hard to say how far one can cultivate.

A discerning person can see that Nanmen Yang is a cultivator who needs special mental methods.

Shi Fengrong suddenly said: "Isn't Zuo Mo a practitioner of "Vajra Quiet Words"? Why not let him practice "Vajra Quiet Words" together."

Pei Yuanran smiled bitterly: "Vajra Weiyan is just an ordinary third-level body-refining mental method. Many sects have this mental method. It is difficult for us to give any decent conditions. Forget it, don't pull me over when the time comes. If we waste other people’s homes, then we have sinned.”

The rest of the people were also silent. The sword techniques of Wukong Jianmen were indeed not very suitable for Nanmen Yang, so they gave up the idea.

"Eh." Yan Le suddenly pointed at the mirage and said, "Well, that kid seems to be Zong Mingyan. He is very close to that bastard Zuo Mo."

Although everyone had many opinions on Zuo Mo, he was still a disciple of our sect. After hearing this, they couldn't help but follow Yan Le's fingers.

But when they turned their attention to Zuo Mo's location, they suddenly became very angry.

The gleaming five-acre talisman array just now is already very eye-catching.

Not long after, the area of ​​the talisman formation belt seemed to have doubled, covering an area of ​​ten acres!

What does this guy want to do? The first thought that pops into their minds. The second thought is: It’s over! This is so embarrassing!

The five-acre talisman formation belt that used to be just a small patch among the lush green mountains is now like a large, shining patch. Zuo Mo shuttled back and forth between the talisman formations tirelessly. If you look closely, you can see the excitement and pride on his face that cannot be concealed.

If you understand lip reading, you can easily read what he is mumbling.

"If you fight with me, I won't kill you!"

"If I can't defeat you with my cultivation, I will use crystal stones to crush you to death... Whoever said that crystal stones can make people surrender... Submit to me!"

"I am very poor, but I am shameless..."

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However, lip reading is not a sophisticated thing. There are many people who can read lips, and you can hear someone chuckle from time to time.

The four of them, Pei Yuanran, only thought of a sword trial, and their already fragile nerves were tortured and destroyed. Now there were only people around them laughing, and they felt nervously that these people were laughing at them. They simply became four frightened birds.

What a pity!

The head of the mighty Wukong Sword Sect! The infamous Ice Chi Sword! Even Yan Le and Shi Fengrong are masters at the golden elixir stage! He was actually tortured to the point of ecstasy by a disciple in the foundation building stage, and was on the verge of collapse.

Zong Mingyan was indeed going for Zuo Mo. He actually wanted to compete with Yu Bai, but Yu Bai and Nan Menyang were fighting fiercely, so naturally it was not easy for him to intervene.

For them, obtaining victory by any means is not a shameful thing. Both Yu Bai and Zong Mingyan have extremely proud temperaments and would never tolerate taking advantage of others to win in a competition. So he had to change his target.

The golden head of Fu Bing, which was a little higher than the forest, was like a beacon in the darkness, guiding Zong Mingyan forward.

"There's a good show! Zong Mingyan encounters a skinned zombie!"

"Retribution, retribution! I hate people who hit people with crystal stones the most!"

"Disgrace our Dongfu sword cultivator! Zong Mingyan, I support you! Kill him as soon as possible, it's so embarrassing! The shame of Dongfu!"

Hearing the indignant discussions of the Dongfu sword cultivators around them, Pei Yuanran and the other four simply wanted to agree.

"Phew!" Yan Le let out a long breath: "Great! He finally can't mess with it anymore!"

Pei Yuanran was also relieved: "It's not a shame to lose to Zong Mingyan."

Xin Yan rarely nodded in agreement: "Death early, rebirth early!"

The three people's opinions were unprecedentedly unified, and they only hoped that Zong Mingyan could resolve the battle quickly, so that Zuo Mo would be less embarrassed. Now they just feel that letting Zuo Mo participate in the final round of this sword trial is simply the stupidest decision in their lives. The points of praise Wei Sheng earned for Wukong Jianmen were far less than the amount of shame Zuo Mo gave them. The loss was huge.

Only Shi Fengrong was a little unhappy: "Why Zong Minyan? I hate that old thief Zuo Meitian!" She suddenly turned her face: "Why don't we let Wei Sheng kick Zuo Mo out!"

Pei Yuanran pondered: "It's not good for fellow sects to kill each other!"

Yan Le came up with an idea from the side: "Let Zong Mingyan kick Zuo Mo out first, and then let Wei Sheng kick Zong Mingyan out!"

Xin Yan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Wonderful!"

At the entrance of each casino, a bet between Zuo Mo and Zong Mingyan was quickly posted, and the guys shouted at the top of their lungs.

"A sensation in the East, a ten-move bet! The biggest upset in the first two rounds, can the magical zombies be upset again? We will announce it to you soon! How can life be perfect without personally participating in this shocking gamble?"

"Let's take a look! A strong sword versus a strong shield! What? No shield? Oh my God! Sir, look at it, is there a shield with stronger defense than this turtle in the world? This is definitely the best defense of the year. The most powerful turtle formation! Take a look at Mr. Zuo Mo’s name for his favorite work! The full defense of the talisman formation! With such a domineering name and full of security, it is definitely worth your attention!"

"The odds are 500 to 1! What? Are you still not satisfied? I promise with my personality that there will never be a more disparate odds again! Think about it, it was our amazing Zuo Mo who starred last time How many people made a lot of money from this shocking gambling game! The son of Wang Xiaoer's aunt next door to me only bet ten crystal stones..."

Fu Jin's eyes were red, and he bet all the crystals on his body, saying to himself: "I am not optimistic about you, this is a holiday between me and the Dongqijianmen!" The casino clerk was frightened. After all, Dongqi Sword Sect is a major local sect.

Fu Jin recognized Zong Mingyan! The last time Zong Mingyan was with another Dongqi Sword Sect disciple, it was also that time that he was injured by another Dongqi Sword Sect disciple. It was also that time when Zuo Mo stood up for him that the friendship between him and Zuo Mo became deeper.

His eyes were red and he bit his lip tightly, feeling worried for Zuo Mo.

He had naturally heard of Zong Mingyan's power. In addition, the two of them had a feud, so Zong Mingyan would never be soft-hearted.

Zuo Mo had extraordinary spiritual awareness and quickly discovered Zong Mingyan. Zong Mingyan's pace was not fast, he walked towards Zuo Mo step by step. Zuo Mo actually wanted to run away, but he still had some chance to deal with ordinary cultivators. For masters like Zong Ming Yan Yu Bai, he didn't even take chances.

One of the biggest drawbacks of his extremely proud formation defense is that once the movement begins, there is no other way but to defend.

The last meeting between the two parties was not pleasant. Because of his relationship, another Dongqi disciple was expelled from Dongfu.

Forget it, I won’t run if I can’t run away! Zuo Mo was heartbroken. Once he became a bachelor, he still had quite a bit of momentum.

Isn't it Zong Mingyan?

Looking around, he saw countless sparkling materials, like countless sparkling crystals, flowing with charming brilliance, which dazzled him.

He felt so proud!

Even Pu Yao, who is known as the Heavenly Demon, can smash it down with a spar. You are just a second-rate person in the pulse condensation stage. I don’t believe I can’t drown you!

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