"It is said that the reward for this year's exchange battle is likely to be a yellow-level weapon."
"Sisi"
For a moment, the group of teenagers around them couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and all of them had bright eyes, looking very excited.
That is a yellow-level weapon. Even the geniuses in the inner sect are jealous. You can imagine how tempting this weapon is to them.
"More than that, it is said that the reward from Mo Yun Sect is not inferior at all. They have brought a Xuan-level martial skill."
After saying this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Xuan-level martial arts are too precious. Outer sect disciples are not qualified to practice them. Even among the inner sects, it is difficult to find any martial arts.
It can be said that Xuan-level martial arts skills are more precious than yellow-level weapons. There is no doubt that this makes people even more crazy.
On this day, the disciples of Mo Yun Sect had not arrived yet, but the entire outer sect was in a state of excitement, with small groups gathering together and discussing.
"Haha, I'm afraid that what you think is too naive."
An inner disciple came over, with a hint of teasing in the corner of his mouth, and said: "In the past few years, how many times have you, the outer sect, won the battle between the two major forces?"
"It seems that this is the only time in the past twelve years that we have won, right?"
"Mo Yunzong has always been hostile to our Lingwu Academy. Will they be so kind as to reward Xuan-level martial arts?"
The inner disciple sneered and said: "I'm afraid they have already regarded the first place in the exchange battle as their own."
These words were said a bit coldly and mockingly, making all the outer disciples angry and dissatisfied.
But it was also like a stick that woke them all up.
Yes, whether it is a yellow-level weapon or a black-level weapon, it is something that makes people jealous, but can they get it?
Throughout these twelve years, they only won one of the four exchange battles.
Moreover, it can be seen from the yellow-level weapons taken out by Lingwu Academy that they are not very optimistic about this exchange battle.
"Our outer sect's little geniuses have all left the school one after another."
However, there are still some people who are dissatisfied. They want to recreate the glory of twelve years ago, defeat the disciples of Mo Yun Sect, and feel proud for once.
"For example, Senior Sister Mo Lan, Li Jun, Ao Long, You Hao, and Qian Yun are all martial-level masters. They are not weak. Even when facing the disciples of Mo Yun Sect, they are definitely not inferior.
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"Yes, the five geniuses of my outer sect can definitely defeat the disciples of Mo Yunzong!"
Immediately, there was support, and everyone was clenching their fists. In the past twelve years, they have been unable to lift their heads, and the pressure is so great.
How they long for a hearty victory, but the reality is often cruel.
However, this year may be an opportunity. Mo Lan, Li Jun, Ao Long and others are much stronger than those young outer sect geniuses in the past. If Mo Yunzong still stays in the past, he will definitely lose.
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"Senior Sister Moran's injury has recovered. She is a second-level martial artist and has mastered yellow-level martial arts. She should be undefeated at this level."
"Senior Sister Qian Yun will be released from seclusion in the next two days. She was already a second-level warrior a month ago, and she will only be stronger now."
"As for the three senior brothers Li Jun, Ao Long and You Hao, the same is true. Our outer sect still has a chance this year."
The outer disciples were talking a lot, and all of them had blazing eyes.
Li Jun, Mo Lan and others are listed as the top five geniuses of the outer sect. They have already broken through the level 2 martial arts and are qualified to attack the inner sect.
It is not impossible to defeat the disciples of Mo Yunzong.
Not long after, the four masters from the outer sect all came out. There was a frightening aura about them. Even Mo Lan frowned, fearing that the latter were all third-level martial arts disciples.
For a moment, the outer disciples were as excited as if they had taken stimulants.
"Communication war?!"
When Ling Feng entered Lingwu Academy, he was also startled by the lively scene, but he soon knew what happened.
"It's interesting, and the rewards are exciting."
Ling Feng touched his chin, thoughtfully. He was not interested in Xuan-level martial arts at all, but Huang-level weapons made his heart flutter.
Of course, even yellow-level weapons were of little use to him, but Ling Qing was envious of them, so he started to think about them.
"Well...it's a bit troublesome. I have to think of a solution."
Ling Feng pondered for a moment and frowned. He was not an outer disciple and was not qualified to participate in the exchange battle.
but……
"The disciples of Mo Yunzong will arrive at noon. This exchange battle will be held at our Lingwu Academy. You have to give the outer sect a chance."
Mo Shan walked out of a tall building.
He shouted in a sharp voice: "In this battle, we must bring out the majesty of our Lingwu Academy!"
"roar!"
The outer disciples were all excited. They were all hot-blooded young men. They were so excited by these two words that their faces turned red and they waved their fists vigorously.
Even Li Jun, Mo Lan, and Ao Long had their eyes flashing and clenched their fists.
"I'm going to order that yellow-level weapon!"
Li Jun looked cold and made a powerful declaration.
"Xuan level martial arts are mine!" Ao Long said in a dull voice.
Although the three of them did not speak, the gleam in their eyes showed that they were determined to win those two rewards.
"Haha, they are indeed a bunch of brats."
Lingfeng looked at Mo Shan from a distance and curled his lips coldly.
Anyone with any sense should have found some clues from the Huang-level weapons. It is obvious that the elders of Lingwu Academy have a certain understanding of the disciples of Mo Yun Sect.
Because of this, I am not so confident.
"Go to the battlefield with a sad song!"
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At noon, the disciples of the Mo Yun Sect arrived. There were about twenty of them. Each one of them was wearing a strong suit and had a small cauldron embroidered on his chest, which was the symbol of the Mo Yun Sect.
It is said that the weapon of the first generation leader of Mo Yun Sect was a cauldron. He was a ninth-level martial emperor who was respected by everyone and started the Mo Yun Sect.
This is how Mo Yunzong's logo came about.
The disciples of the Mo Yun Sect, led by four young men, were wearing purple robes. Different from the other disciples, they were like unsheathed swords, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.
They either looked indifferent, or had a sneer on their lips.
For them, the outer disciples of Lingwu Academy are their defeated generals. This was the case in the past and it is still the same today.
"It seems that he is not weak and there will be a big competition."
This time, not only the outer sect disciples, but also many inner sect disciples showed up. They looked at the four people from Mo Yunzong one by one and couldn't help but frown.
There is no doubt that those four people should be the strongest. Just judging from their momentum, none of them is defeated by Li Jun and others.
"It's a bit tricky, but I will win!" Li Jun snorted coldly.
"This battle will only be interesting if you defeat these powerful little geniuses!" You Hao chuckled.
For a moment, the outer disciples of Lingwu Academy also became excited because of Li Jun and You Hao's words. They were looking forward to this battle so much.
"Haha, my defeated general is so excited that I will beat you to the ground in a moment."
Someone in Mo Yunzong's team sneered and looked down upon the outer disciples of Lingwu Academy.
"Haha, let them be arrogant for a while. After all, if they are missing in this battle, no one can trample them to death."
The leader, a young man in purple clothes, said.
"Damn it, don't stop me, I'm going to beat him to death!"
Immediately, the faces of everyone in Lingwu Academy darkened. A few impulsive teenagers almost rushed forward, but luckily they were stopped by the family members.
"Don't be impulsive, there will be a battle in the afternoon, and then strength will speak for itself."
"And the exchange war will last for three days and will not end so soon."
"This is a trap!"
Ling Feng looked at it for a moment and then shook his head helplessly.
Although the four young men from the Mo Yunzong tried their best to suppress their aura, Ling Feng could tell at a glance that those four were at least level three warriors, and there were also some who were level four.
What's more, Mo Yunzong didn't do more than this this time.
"Well, I need to prepare a little bit." Ling Feng's eyes flashed and he disappeared immediately.
The sun is falling and falling warmly.
In the outer martial arts arena, a temporary arena was set up there, which was made up of pieces of mountain rocks. The general warrior cyclone could only leave deep marks and could not break.
"Haha, now that everyone is here, let's start." Mo Shan chuckled and announced the start of the communication battle between the two major forces.
"Whoosh"
When Mo Shan finished speaking, an old man from Mo Yunzong with gloomy eyes nodded, and immediately a young man stepped onto the ring.
"Wan Shan, a disciple of Mo Yun Sect, who from Lingwu Academy came forward and was defeated?!"
Na Wanshan clasped his fists and looked at the outer disciples of Lingwu Academy with contempt.
The exchange battle is a challenge match. A warrior comes on stage to challenge the disciples of the other force. He defeats the opponent one by one. The one who finally stays in the ring will be the first place in the exchange battle.
To put it bluntly, this is a battle between two major forces, and the real little masters will take action from behind, and one person can kill many people with blood.
Although it is a wheel battle, sometimes there is no use having more people.
"Li Zhan, a disciple of Lingwu Academy, is here to defeat you!"
Li Zhan immediately jumped onto the ring with a cold light in his eyes. He could hardly hold back just now and was obviously about to give the Mo Yun Sect disciple a severe lesson.
"You are so weak!"
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Wan Shan's mouth, he raised his finger and shook it at Li Zhan.
"court death!"
Li Zhan was furious in an instant. He held an iron sword in his hand, and seven strands of true energy rushed out. A foot-long image appeared from the tip of the sword, and with a "swish" sound, he killed Wanshan.
"defeat!"
Na Wanshan sneered, and eight strands of true energy rolled up from his hands. A sword in his hand instantly met Li Zhan.
A "dang" sound.
A strong force suddenly knocked Li Zhan backwards, causing him to fall off the stage.