"Okay, now that I have received everyone's approval, I won't show off any more." Mr. Jin said solemnly with his eyes focused.
"Mo Tian, at least a third-level swordsmith, with a ninth-level combat aura level. He has cultivated the Concentration Code to the peak of the Panoramic Realm."
"Yes. This boy is talented." For a moment, those from the Sword Forging Sect nodded in praise.
"Ahem." Mr. Jin coughed lightly.
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Two years ago, Mo Tian was arranged by the sword master to go to the Monster Forest. At that time, he was just a young warrior at the fourth-level warrior realm. When he returned two years later, he was already at the peak of the ninth-level warrior realm. When he went there
, he hasn’t really started to forge swords yet. When he comes back, as you just saw, he has countless magic weapons, and he forges them himself. What do you think?" Mr. Jin smiled slightly and looked at the swords on the mountain.
A group of disciples of the Sword Forging Sect.
Suddenly, the air seemed to be solidified. There was silence on the hill. Everyone looked at Mo Tian, and the corners of their mouths twitched.
However, the old man who had spoken before calmed down and couldn't help but said: "Master, you are bringing Mo Tian to attack us."
"Haha, senior brother, stop talking. Compared with him, you are good. Master, he is here to attack us. Look, Mo Tian is only twenty years old, right? He is at the peak of the ninth level of fighting spirit.
It was only promoted in just two years. In one year, it was promoted to the level of a third-level swordsmith, able to forge demonic weapons. You said you were hit, so aren't we already being severely ravaged?"
A middle-aged man next to the old man smiled bitterly.
Looking at Old Jin, the old man asked: "Master, I understand what you mean. The inheritance of the master of the Sword Forging Sect requires the previous master to give it to the next master. So, boy."
The old man called to Mo Tian.
Mo Tian raised his head, looked at the old man, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Senior, please tell me."
"Come up here, I will give you the sect master's inheritance." The old man looked at Mo Tian kindly.
"Boy, come and meet the sect master." The middle-aged man next to the old man smiled.
Hearing that the old man turned out to be the Sect Master of the Sword Forging Sect, Mo Tian quickly knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, Sect Master, Mo Tian was reckless before."
Waving his hand, the master of the Sword Forging Sect smiled and said: "No problem. Mo Tian, from now on, you will be the next master of my Sword Forging Sect. You must never let down our expectations of you. Master has never been like this.
I have evaluated a disciple, and you are the first one. The word genius does not fit with you. Your talent has already surpassed the word genius. Even calling you a monster is not an exaggeration."
Although the leader of the Sword Forging Sect did not want to speak highly of Mo Tian, he did not want to make Mo Tian proud.
However, Mo Tian's true strength is really worthy of the word monster. If he were not just a soul body now, he really wanted to understand Mo Tian's body structure. How could such a magical body give birth to such a powerful person?
talent.
"Okay, okay." Waved his hand, the Sword-Forging Sect's leader said: "Come here, I will pass on the Sword-Forging Sect's inheritance to you."
"Yes." Mo Tian nodded and walked in the direction of the old man.
A white figure suddenly appeared. Mo Tian raised his head and saw that the person blocking him was Mr. Jin.
Mo Tian asked doubtfully: "Old Jin, what are you doing?"
Ignoring Mo Tian, Mr. Jin turned to look at the master of the Sword Forging Sect and said, "Xiao Fei, I'm going to take a gamble. Are you willing to gamble with me?"
"Master, what do you mean by gambling?" The leader of the Sword Forging Sect looked at Mr. Jin in confusion.
"Bet on the future of the Sword Forging Sect. Use the sword energy of all the people in our Sword Forging Sect to bet on the future of the Sword Forging Sect!" Jin Lao's eyes flashed with brilliance.
Lowering his head, the leader of the Sword Forging Sect frowned.
He knew the meaning of banning the elderly, but he also knew how risky this matter was.
If he is not careful, it will destroy Mo Tian!
Moreover, they had just met Mo Tian, so they were betting everything on him. The head of the Sword Forging Sect felt that Mr. Jin was a little hasty.
Raising his head, the leader of the Sword Making Sect looked at Mr. Jin and said seriously: "Master, have you really decided? This is only one chance. If the bet is wrong, the foundation of the Sword Making Sect will really be gone. Sword Making
The hope for Zong's revival has really been dashed!"
"As the leader of the Sword Forging Sect, I am really scared."
Raising his eyebrows, Mr. Jin said: "Xiao Fei, what you are afraid of is that the future of the Sword Forging Sect is entrusted to such a boy. If it fails, the Sword Forging Sect will have no chance, right?"
"Yes." The leader of the Sword Forging Sect looked at Mr. Jin without fear and nodded.
"Okay, then you can find someone for me who can compare to Mo Tian. If you can find one, I won't mind following you." Mr. Jin said calmly.
Shaking his head, the leader of the Sword Forging Sect sighed: "No."
With a smile on his face, Mr. Jin said: "If that's the case, then why don't you take this gamble with me? The Sword Forging Sect is gone, and I put all my hopes on Mo Tian. If nothing else, I have traveled throughout the world.
I have been to the Holy Land in the past ten years. However, even the monsters in the Holy Land can only be compared to Mo Tian."
"In the Four Realms, he can cultivate to the level of a monster in the Holy Land. What will happen when he reaches the Holy Land?"
"I believe that he will definitely fulfill our expectations. The Sword Forging Sect will definitely reappear in the world, and he will definitely enter the Holy Land."
Lowering his head and looking at the Jinglong Sword still in his hand, Mr. Jin showed a faint smile.
"He has a composure beyond his age, but he still maintains the passion that belongs to his age. For such a person, why can't I entrust the future of the Sword Forging Sect to him?"
"call--"
Breathing out a breath, the master of the Sword Forging Sect showed a smile on his face.
"Since he is the person recognized by Master, I will naturally not refute him."
He lowered his head and looked at the disciples of the Sword Forging Sect standing on the Sword Mountain.
The leader of the Sword Forging Sect asked: "Disciples, are you willing to work with me to contribute your own modest efforts to the future of the Sword Forging Sect?"
"Now that the sect master has spoken, do we still have any reason to refuse?" The middle-aged man said with a faint smile.
"Sect Master, even the Supreme Sect Master has said that, naturally we will not be afraid. Anyway, we are just restricted to the soldiers now and cannot contribute our own efforts to the Sword Forging Sect. Since the Supreme Sect Master has given us
Given an opportunity to serve the sect again, we will naturally go all out! Come on, sect master!" The disciples of the Sword Forging Sect shouted loudly.
He nodded and looked at the Sword Forging Sect disciples with satisfaction.
"Master, please let us do our last little contribution to the Sword Forging Sect!" the Sword Forging Sect's leader shouted!
Without saying a word, Jin Lao's body floated quietly.
In the palm of his hand, mixed yellow light quietly condensed.
He stared closely at the countless Sword Forging Sect disciples on the Sword Mountain, his eyes covered with mist.
"Suck!" A terrifying suction force was released from the palm of the old man.
The souls of the disciples of the Sword Forging Sect, including the soul of the Sword Forging Sect's master, were all absorbed into the palm of Jin Lao.
A ball of bright white light appeared, and inside the ball of light, countless smiling faces loomed.
In the face of death, they did not show any fear, but felt proud to contribute their lives to the Sword Forging Sect.
"Mo Tian! Close your eyes and take back all the protection outside your body. You will be in pain next time." The old man's shout came from the Sword Mountain.
"Yeah!" Mo Tian responded.
He didn't know what Jin Lao was going to do, but he just had to follow what Jin Lao said.
Looking at the smiling face in the light ball in his hand, Jin Lao suppressed the grief in his heart and slowly poured all the souls in the light ball into Mo Tian's body.
This is a sacrifice, a sacrifice at the expense of the souls of all the dead disciples of the Sword Forging Sect.
At the cost of his soul, he helped the sword energy in Mo Tian's body solidify.
Use the decades of sword-making attainments of all the Sword-Forging Sect disciples to help Mo Tian improve his sword-making understanding.
This kind of sacrifice to the Sword Forging Sect can only be used once, because the price is really too high!
Although Mr. Jin was extremely reluctant, he didn't want to watch these disciples of the Sword Forging Sect completely lose their souls.
However, in the face of the sect's revival, these feelings seemed so insignificant.
Under the ball of light, Mo Tian frowned, and beads of sweat continued to drip from his forehead.
Remove the body-protecting demonic energy and expose your mind and body to the infusion of the light ball.
This tearing pain made Mo Tian almost collapse mentally, but Mo Tian knew that he had to hold on.
He didn't know what he was facing, but before he closed his eyes, the expectant and encouraging eyes of those Sword Forging Sect disciples were deeply engraved in Mo Tian's heart.
He knew that he had to persist. He could not live up to the expectations of these Sword Forging Sect disciples! He could not live up to the expectations of Jin Lao!
He couldn't live up to the expectations of his master Jian Lao!