"How are you all?" Zuo Mo said hello with a cupped hand.
Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan's expressions suddenly turned ugly. Anhao? What's Anhao? After they returned to the sect, they were ridiculed and ridiculed. Tao Shuer covered her mouth and chuckled. Beside her, the two spiritual elite sects
The disciples also had a similar smile on their faces, but fortunately they both held it back.
The number of inner disciples of the Lingying Sect is the highest in Dongfu. However, due to the lack of a strong leader, there are many factions among the disciples, and the complexity of sect relations is also the highest in Dongfu.
Tao Shu'er moved lightly, and her beautiful face immediately attracted everyone's attention.
I saw that the outer disciples of the Wukong Sword Sect quickly divided into two camps. The male disciples all stared intently, and many of them looked dull and drooled. The female disciples camp was full of sourness, with curses such as little bitch, vixen, etc.
Everlasting.
Tao Shuer smiled sweetly: "My little sister admired Senior Brother Zuo's demeanor last time. However, as a disciple of the Lingying Sect, we cannot just watch our sect's reputation be damaged, so I came here specifically to visit Senior Brother Zuo today."
The other party said something grand, and Zuo Mo sneered in his heart. Although this girl is beautiful, she is as poisonous as a snake and scorpion. If you are not careful, you will fall into her hands. And Zuo Mo didn't like her when he saw his fellow disciples holding back.
I can't bear to laugh at him heartlessly.
"Oh." Zuo Mo's face didn't change at all, and with his lowered eyelids, it was even harder for others to guess his thoughts.
Tao Shuer suddenly felt like she had been punched into cotton. The other party's indifferent reaction made her not know what to say.
However, she was not a simple person. She took a step back and made way for the other two senior brothers, saying: "Senior Brother Wen Fei and Senior Brother Ming Dao are the real masters of our Lingying Sect, and they are also people that my little sister has always admired. Come here this time
…”
When Wenshan and Mingdao heard this, they couldn't help but raise their heads and chests, obviously very proud.
"If you want to fight, fight." Zuo Mo suddenly spoke and interrupted her: "It's just that Wukong Mountain is not a place where I can come and go whenever I want. The ugly words are ahead. Whoever wants to lose in my hands, I will
Take a magic weapon from him to prove the name of our sect."
These words were so awe-inspiring that all the outer disciples of the Wukong Sword Sect behind him cheered in unison.
When the two of them heard this, they immediately looked unhappy.
Wen Fei was dressed in green clothes and white gauze, with a green scarf on his head. He had a graceful demeanor, as if he might ride on the wind at any time and become a fairy. Not willing to show weakness, he sneered: "Easy to say, easy to say. If you have this ability, I will naturally do the same."
Admit your bet and admit defeat.”
Mingdao, who was wearing blue spiritual armor and a golden crown on his head, also said: "If you lose, I will also take away a magic weapon from you."
Tao Shu'er stood at the back, watching the tense situation between the two sides, with a proud smile on her lips. Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan stared at Zuo Mo with red eyes, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.
"Who goes first?"
Zuo Mo shouted loudly and took a step forward, his momentum surged.
I don't know if it was because he had just practiced swordsmanship, but he just felt that his whole body was hot and his blood was boiling, like a burning flame. The fighting spirit that suddenly spurted out was rolling endlessly and was about to burst out of his body.
Just like a sword being unsheathed, the sharp edge suddenly appeared! With one step away, Zuo Mo seemed to be a different person. The dullness on the surface was actually smooth in the bones. At this time, everything was gone. The strong fighting spirit in his whole body seemed to be real.
, so pure that it is impossible to look at it.
Tao Shuer stared blankly at Zuo Mo, her beautiful jade face as if she had seen a ghost.
How can it be?
Is this still the wretched and greedy zombie?
In her mind, Zuo Mo is a little person who is greedy for personal gain. Otherwise, how would anyone think of someone else flying a sword during a battle?
She suffered a loss last time, especially a small person like this, which made Tao Shu'er feel so resentful. How could she swallow her sigh of relief when she suffered a loss at the hands of someone she looked down upon?
However, Zuo Mo in front of me...
There was a solemn look in Wenshan's eyes, and he was surprised by the aura shown by the other party. However, he was not the kind of playboy like Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan. Although his family was wealthy, he practiced very hard on weekdays, and he still had a few
It's real stuff.
Although he was frightened, he was not afraid. He took a step forward and whispered: "I'm coming!"
Wen Fei showed off his magic weapon, a light blue jade fan with jade as the bone. The fabric used on the fan was extraordinary, and the green light could be faintly seen flowing. There was a landscape painting painted on the fan. If you look closely, you will find that
The river that appears and disappears among the mountains in the painting is actually flowing slowly.
Tianhe fan, third grade.
Dripping Water Sword, Grade 3.
Zuo Mo couldn't help but lamented once again that the Lingying Sect's magic formulas were so messy that even the fans came out.
When he saw his dripping sword, Yan Mingzi's expression was extremely different. However, he liked to use all kinds of magic weapons very much, and he had a sharp eye for it. He immediately noticed that the dripping sword looked better than the one in his hand.
Fen. I suddenly felt a little confused, could this flying sword also pick people?
"Please!" Wen Fei shouted gracefully.
Before he finished speaking, the dripping sword arrived!
"Smooth Water"!
Zuo Mo's favorite starting move, this move is like a bell-goat hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.
He used this move now, which was quite different from the past. In the past, it was like clouds and breeze, but now it is still quiet, but it has a bit more fire flavor, like a white flame, burning silently.
Wen Fei sneered and shook his Tianhe fan.
Zuo Mo only felt a blur before his eyes, and an extremely thick water column fell from the sky, like a water dragon, sweeping towards him.
"Water Dragon Song"!
Attack against attack!
No one expected that Wen Fei, who looked so gentle and gentle, would have such a fierce fighting style. The two sides were competing to see who could attack the other side first.
Zuo Mo snorted coldly, his sword power remained unchanged, his spiritual power circulated under his feet, and he suddenly dodged to the left. It was as if there were springs under his feet, and he was extremely fast, dodging the water dragon.
Confrontation?
Zuo Mo was not afraid at all. In terms of speed, no magic weapon could compare with the flying sword. Using his spiritual power, the dripping sword made a hissing sound, like a streak of light, as fast as lightning!
A thin layer of water suddenly rose up in front of Wen Fei. The dripping sword hit the water curtain hard, and the water curtain rippled sharply. Wen Fei's face changed slightly behind the water curtain, but the water curtain rippled sharply, and he still blocked the dripping sword!
Zuo Mo was also a little surprised. This water curtain seemed to be only a thin layer, but he didn't expect it to be able to block the dripping sword. It was much stronger than he expected. However, he could also see that this water curtain
He can barely resist it, but if he exerts more force, he will definitely defeat it.
He was about to activate his spiritual power, but he didn't expect that the extremely thick water dragon turned nimbly and rushed towards him like a living creature.
In the blink of an eye, the water dragon rushed in front of him. When the water dragon rushed in front of him, he suddenly realized its hugeness! It was like a big river, rumbling towards him, and the momentum was extremely terrifying!
Without Zuo Mo thinking, the dripping sword turned into a stream of light and suddenly appeared between him and the water dragon.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the dripping sword suddenly rose.
"Waterfall"!
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a waterfall suddenly appeared in front of Zuo Mo. Countless sword lights made up the waterfall of silver, pouring down, hitting the water dragon's head with incomparable accuracy!
boom!
The water faucet suddenly exploded, and countless water splashed everywhere. The disciples who were watching were immediately drenched, but no one moved their eyes away at this time. It would be a pity to miss any of such a wonderful competition.
The water dragons come one after another, as if there is no end, while the waterfalls hanging in the sky are endless, seemingly endless.
"Awesome!" Yan Mingzi was stunned. He was completely convinced that the opponent was so powerful and the last victory was not a trick.
Hu Shan also watched intently and nodded with deep sympathy: "I have long heard that Senior Brother Wen Fei's Tianhe Fan is ranked among the top three disciples of our generation, and it is indeed well-deserved!"
Yan Mingzi said with an air of humiliation: "Yes, but my dripping sword is not ordinary. It can rival the Tianhe Fan. It is of extraordinary quality. I have really good taste."
"That's because Zuo Mo is so powerful." Hu Shan said without any politeness: "If I put it in your hand, you'll be good if you can block Senior Brother Wen's five moves."
Yan Mingzi was not annoyed: "I'm not as good as others in a fight, but if I buy a magic weapon, how can you be my opponent?"
Beard choked up and didn't know what to say.
Tao Shuer's heart stirred up countless waves. She never thought that Zuo Mo could be at loggerheads with Senior Brother Wen Fei because she knew how powerful Senior Brother Wen Fei was.
Senior Brother Wen Fei is not well-known outside, but among the disciples of the Lingying sect, he is a truly powerful figure. He is deeply loved by the elders. The Tianhe fan was specially refined for him by the elders in the sect, but it is enviable
Countless people. Senior Brother Wen Fei has also lived up to the high expectations. He has outstanding talents, practices hard, and is constantly nourished by countless spiritual pills. His strength is extremely profound. However, he rarely makes moves on weekdays. Even his fellow brothers do not know the depth of it. Tao Shuer
She accidentally saw Senior Brother Wen Fei practicing, and she was horrified and left a deep impression. So this time she specifically went to seek help from Senior Brother Wen Fei, just to suppress Zuo Mo's arrogance.
Moreover, Tao Shuer also knew that the elders planned to make Senior Brother Wen Fei famous at the Dongfu Sword Trial Competition in the near future.
This hateful zombie can actually compete with Senior Brother Wen Fei?
How can it be?
Tao Shuer felt like she couldn't turn her head around.
The outer disciples all opened their eyes wide and were silent. Zuo Mo didn't notice that among the female disciples, there was a cute pink apple face. Now she was so nervous that she couldn't help but clench her fists.
The fight between the two was as fast as lightning, and the two moves took place in the blink of an eye. Now that they had entered the stalemate stage, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. After thinking about it for a while, they exclaimed that it was wonderful and enjoyable.
However, the two people who were in a stalemate were not so relaxed.
Wen Fei's previous disdain and contempt had long since disappeared, replaced by incomparable solemnity. He was about to show off his skills in the sword trial meeting, but he didn't expect to encounter such a strong opponent!
As for Zuo Mo, two wisps of flames were beating wildly in his eyes, and he was full of fighting spirit!
A stalemate is not good for him. There is still one person on the other side. If the battle cannot be resolved as soon as possible, there will basically be no hope of victory in the next match.
His mind was spinning, he roared loudly, and decided to give it a try with all his strength!
