Behind this local monk, there were seven or eight other monks who also wore black devil masks, obviously they were in the same group with him.
Everyone saw that it was him who was speaking, and his voice became even lower. It was obvious that he still had considerable prestige among the local monks.
Immediately afterwards, another gentle voice sounded, smiling: "If there is any perfect solution, we are also willing to listen."
It was Mo Chengzi who spoke this time. This time when they entered Kunwu Realm, he and Fang Bitao each had a Tianji Pavilion token and brought a monk in, but the two unlucky ghosts had already died tragically at the hands of demons.
, sacrificing two names to obtain such a jade slip, Mo Chengzi and Fang Bitao were almost certain to win Jianye.
"But of course it still depends on what the Changsheng Sect wants in the end, right?" Mo Chengzi looked at the elders of the Changsheng Sect with a smile.
As one of the top three experts on the Heavenly Ranking, Mo Chengzi naturally had an intimidating aura. Even after entering the Kunwu Realm, people still had an unfathomable feeling towards him.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the elders of the Changsheng Sect. Everyone's eyes flashed with a greedy green light, as well as questioning and intimidation, as if if the elders of the Changsheng Sect said even half of an unpleasant word, they would swarm him.
He devours.
The Changsheng Sect wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "There is indeed only one sword leaf. This sect has clarified it many times. The sword leaf has nothing to do with any secret treasure. Since you don't believe it, you insist on trying it.
Let’s try it, our Changsheng Sect is also willing to lend this sword leaf to everyone to try it out.”
When everyone heard what the elder of the Changsheng Sect said, they finally looked away. In fact, the monks who came here undoubtedly had the intention of robbing the Changsheng Sect and grabbing the sword leaves, but no one showed it.
Especially top experts such as Mo Chengzi, Fang Bitao, and Ling Heqing who came from the Qingbo Star Territory, even if they cannot use the true energy, how can they take the Changsheng Sect seriously? In their opinion, these local monks here are
It's all rubbish.
"Since the Changsheng Sect is so generous, things will be much easier to handle. Now we only need to decide who will take away the sword leaf. Who is qualified to take away who is qualified to go to the Gate of Hell to obtain the supreme secret treasure? Before that,
, it’s a waste of time to discuss the authenticity of any secret treasure! Because most of you may not be qualified to go there at all, so it’s none of your business to discuss the authenticity of this nonsense!”
The man wearing the black devil mask said viciously.
"This brother's words are not rude, that's true." Mo Chengzi actually applauded him repeatedly.
But the monk's words undoubtedly greatly irritated the other monks, and several monks immediately started shouting at each other, and the scene once again fell into a quarrel.
But Mo Chengzi said: "So, I propose that we compete. Whoever has the bigger fist will take the sword leaf!"
His words also reached everyone's ears clearly.
So everyone was startled at that moment, and turned to look at Mo Chengzi in astonishment.
Mo Chengzi still smiled and said: "Everyone here is a monk, don't you understand the rules of the world of immortality? Whoever has the biggest fist always has the last word, so this sword leaf with only one sword is the same.
How to deal with it. Instead of arguing here for three days and three nights, it is better to decide the outcome with all your fists."
Mo Chengzi's words are not unreasonable. In fact, many monks think so in their hearts. However, the relationship between local monks is a little more complicated. After all, what they want is not just a competition, but also the future development of the sect.
, it’s different from foreign monks like Mo Chengzi and others who just robbed and left.
"Bah! With your little bit of true energy, are you worthy of saying this to us?" Immediately, a monk took a sip at Mo Chengzi.
In fact, Mo Chengzi is making waves in the Qingbo Star Territory and has entered the Kunwu Realm. His true energy is indeed inferior to that of ordinary monks. He does seem to be an ordinary monk, but now he is here brazenly saying that hard fists are the last word.
This is really funny.
But Ling Heqing, Lu Kuang of Tianji Pavilion and others knew Mo Chengzi's intention.
Ignoring the local monks, these foreign monks are actually the biggest competitors among them, and Mo Chengzi is the fourth strongest man on the new Heavenly Ranking. He also has Fang Bitao, who is ninth on the Heavenly Ranking, beside him. How do you look at the accounts?
They are all the strongest, and judging from the heroes' strength, Sword Leaf will most likely fall into their hands.
Mo Chengzi glanced at the monk and did not reply, because he knew that many monks present thought the same way, and all he had to do was to say it out and push things forward.
Sure enough, the monk wearing a black mask immediately said: "I agree, it is better than some guys who can only talk. Fortunately, the supreme secret treasure can not be obtained by just talking, otherwise some people would have been invincible in the world.
Got it!"
"The Shura Sect is so loud. It seems that it has already won us. In this case, I agree, but I want to learn the skills of the Shura Sect!"
"I, the Qingtian Sect, also agree!"
"Moyunling also agrees!"
"..."
Group after group of monks expressed their agreement, and in the end one or two groups with weaker cultivation levels were left, and they could only be forced to agree. Of course, the two groups of Tianji Pavilion and Lingyan Pavilion agreed.
"Then how to compare? No comparison is fair, right? Some come with fewer people, some come with more people, and there may also be a wheel battle!" Some monks began to think about practical issues.
Mo Chengzi has obviously already thought about this.
"How about as many people come as possible, and we draw lots to decide which one we will fight against?" There were only two of him and Fang Bitao on his side, but they actually proposed such obviously unfavorable conditions. He was obviously confident.
Among the monks present, many were in groups of six, seven, or seven or eight. Just judging from the number of people, the combination of two people like Mo Chengzi was obviously at a disadvantage.
"Boy, you are really crazy! No need to draw lots, I will teach you a lesson first!" The monk who had just spit on Mo Chengzi scratched his face, drew his sword and stood up.
Mo Chengzi snorted coldly. Even if he was well-behaved, he was a top-level monk after all. He would still be angry if he was provoked like this by a low-level monk who was like an ant.
He stood up coldly and said, "Then come on."
The monk with a sinister face shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly transformed into dozens of sword shadows, stabbing at Mo Chengzi. The monks around Mo Chengzi hurriedly moved away, revealing the area around Mo Chengzi.
"This sword has captured the essence of phantom swordsmanship. I'm afraid this kid is going to be in trouble!" A local monk couldn't help but exclaimed.
The monk with a sinister face obviously came from a very prestigious monk force, and his own reputation was also very good among the local monks, so he had such an exclamation.
But Mo Chengzi reached into the shadow of the sword with his bare hands, grabbed the monk's sword with one hand, then pulled hard, snatched the sword away, and pierced the monk's chest with the sword with his backhand.
The whole process took less than a second. In the eyes of the local monks, they only felt that Mo Chengzi's hand flickered, and the monk's long sword inexplicably pierced his chest.
The monk looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief and fell to the ground.
All the monks stood up in shock and looked at Mo Chengzi in horror.
Mo Chengzi clapped his hands and said: "Actually, I also think that my plan is a bit troublesome. Why don't you all come up and fight with me one by one? If you can't even defeat me, then you don't have to worry about the supreme secret treasure, right?
You have no qualifications to compete with us."
He was as clean as ever, with no scars at all.
In the eyes of a monk of his level, the so-called phantom swordsmanship is like a child wielding a sword in front of a martial arts master. Even if he has no cultivation, he cannot be harmed by such low-level swordsmanship.
"We should have done this a long time ago." Ling Heqing said calmly, "These monks are no match for us. If it were their sect master, the ancestor, he might be able to defeat us with his powerful true energy."
"If anyone is dissatisfied, just take action. Don't waste our time." Ling Heqing said.
At this time, the local monks realized the terror of these outsiders. (To be continued)