She forcefully suppressed the impulse to explode, and said irritably, "Yes! According to your request, we will split up and throw. "
After Pei Yuan Ran finished, he pretended to be shocked and said, "Inside information? You don't know? If I remember correctly, last time Zuo Mo went to visit your sect, he sparred with five of your disciples. Did your disciples not report to you? "
Just a second-grade Confusion Formation, what use could it be against a ningmai xiuzhe?
Anyone that had heard of the wager of a few moves couldn't help but be curious how many moves Zuo Mo could last.
Many of the spectating xiuzhe either sneered or showed disappointment.
She was extremely regretful. Why hadn't she turned and left just now?
The judge finally finished announcing the rules, his hands chopping down, "The competition starts!"
Zuo Mo heard Shixiong's words and his heart warmed. Everyone thought he would definitely lose. Only Shixiong believed he could win! He suppressed the excitement in his heart and smiled, saying, "I've done a lot of homework, just waiting to give Chao An a surprise."
Li Ying Feng shook her head and left. Throw it, it wasn't her jingshi.
Chao An was extremely furious.
"This Zuo Mo of your sect is very interesting! As expected of a money-grubber. Are all your disciples like this? "The sect leader of Ling Ying Sect roared with laughter.
Taking this chance, Zuo Mo flipped his hand and threw out a jade disk.
The eyes on the zombie face flashed with a strange light.
The outsiders had nothing to say, but their resentment did not disappear. Zuo Mo, the only zhuji xiuzhe in the Sword Test Conference, became the target of everyone.
This year's Sword Test Conference was called the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference. No one had thought that it would attract more than half of the young experts of Sky Moon Jie. It could almost be named the Sky Moon Jie Sword Test Conference. There were still many doubts about this Sword Test Conference, especially the doubts about the strength of the local xiuzhe. The foreign xiuzhe had all used their previous brilliant performances to prove their strength. But none of the Dong Fu xiuzhe had fought. This was also why in all the versions, the ranking of Dong Fu xiuzhe was not high.
The sect leader of Chi Sword Sect asked knowingly, "In other words, four wins and one loss? Oh, Chang Heng has already broken through to ningmai, why is he fighting against a zhuji? "
Feeling the anger roiling in his chest, looking at the other's clumsy performance, Chao An's face showed strong disdain and disdain, as well as deep anger!
In this period of time, the bet on his and Zuo Mo's match had become the hottest topic in Dong Fu. But to him, it was a blatant mockery of him. Since when was it possible for him to be mentioned in the same breath with a Foundation Establishment rookie?
Thus, from the start of the Sword Test Conference, there had been endless controversy. The unfairness between local xiuzhe and foreign xiuzhe, etc …
"What?" Li Ying Feng looked dazedly at the jingshi that Zuo Mo shoved over: "You want to bet that you will win? Are you crazy? "
But he was not a rash person. That mysterious expert had actually taken out a treasure like Dying Flowing Moonlight. That was definitely not child's play. However, in his subsequent investigation, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Such a zhuji xiuzhe wanted to last ten moves on his hands. It was a great joke! Thinking about this, Chao An couldn't help but tighten his fists. If Zuo Mo really managed to block ten moves, he would become the joke of this Sword Test Conference, no, all of Sky Moon Jie! He would become the target of ridicule for countless people. When people talked about him, they wouldn't say that Chao An was the most accomplished disciple of Fort Chao. They would only say that Chao An couldn't even defeat a zhuji rookie!
Shi Feng Rong's eyelids and eyebrows jumped. Just as she was about to explode, Xin Yan reached out to stop her.
"You can use any method other than ling beasts. If someone admits defeat, you cannot attack again. If someone faints, it is immediately judged as a loss. The other cannot continue to attack … … "
The local xiuzhe only needed a specific quota and did not need to go through the preliminary Sword Test Conference. Therefore, zhuji xiuzhe appeared in the main competition. In the eyes of many people, this was a farce.
Chao An saw Zuo Mo stagger into the field, and his expression became even uglier. The longer this bastard existed in front of him, the longer he would be laughed at by others. He wanted the elder in charge of hosting the competition to immediately announce the start of the competition, and then he would hammer this damned guy into dust!
He looked coldly at the two. In his eyes, there was no difference between ningmai and zhuji. His warning gaze swept across the two. The two couldn't help but shudder. The anger in Chao An's eyes disappeared, and Zuo Mo's swaying body stopped.
The sect leader of Ling Ying Sect was filled with regret. But he could not explain. At that time, Chang Heng hadn't broken through to ningmai. This kind of dishonorable matter, the more he talked about it, the more embarrassing it was. He could only suffer in silence, unable to speak of it.
His expression didn't change. He smiled and said, "Every family has their own difficulties. The last few bets have been very popular. Sect Leader Pei is more familiar with the disciples of the sect. How many moves does Sect Leader Pei think Zuo Mo can last? I bet three moves! "He then smacked his lips and said," Sect Leader Pei, can you give me some inside information? Three moves shouldn't be a problem, right? "
"Lucky, lucky!" Pei Yuan Ran laughed.
Shi Feng Rong's eyelids jumped, anger showing. Pei Yuan Ran's expression was normal. "Zuo Mo's personality is straightforward and humorous, very interesting. Money grubber. Everyone in the sect, including me, the sect leader, are money grubbers. Your sect is rich, and can't understand the pain of us poor people. Ha ha! "
The main competition of the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference was about to start. Originally, there hadn't been much interest the first time, but the bet of a few moves had been hyped up. The number of xiuzhe that had come to watch was astounding. This was a competition with a great disparity in power. The amount of jingshi involved had reached a terrifying number. This had increased the interest of the audience.
But he kept on feeling that the eyes of the dense crowd that were looking at him were full of disdain, like they were looking at a clown. But facing the judge that was hosting the competition, he didn't dare to act rashly. He lowered his head, trying to suppress the anger that had accumulated in his chest.
"So many people." Zuo Mo looked at the dense crowd around him, and said heartlessly, "Shijie, have you bet those jingshi?"
Zuo Mo was actually a xiuzhe that specialized in dan -making.
Were they crazy … …
On a faraway lucky cloud sat the sect leaders and elders of the large sects. Wu Kong Sword Sect's Pei Yuan Ran and the others were also among them. The lucky cloud was several mu large. There were tables and chairs on it. Ling fruits and ling tea were provided. The disciples of the various sects stood at the side with their heads bowed as they served.
Li Ying Feng looked at Eldest Shixiong and Zuo Shidi like she was looking at crazy people.
They really were crazy … …
"Ha ha! Shidi is very daring! " Bright laughter suddenly came from outside the store. Wei Sheng strode in and examined Zuo Mo. He smiled, saying, "It seems that Shidi is very confident in this battle! I don't need to worry. Ha ha, I've bet all my wealth on you. If you lose, I won't get anything back! Ha ha! "
"Oh, then I don't need to worry. Hee hee! "Zuo Mo expressionlessly gave an extremely wretched laugh. It was strange no matter how one listened to it.
The sect leader of Ling Ying Sect wasn't an idiot. Seeing the unfriendly gazes of the surrounding people, his heart shook.
Chao An raised his head. That pair of eyes was filled with fury and savagery. He was like an enraged lion, causing people to tremble with fear!
Those with sharp eyes instantly recognized it was a formation disk!
How many moves?
"Hearing you say this, I'm even more interested in this Zuo Mo now." Another sect leader followed.
"That's right. This one once heard a phrase, don't talk about jingshi in front of Ling Ying Sect." Someone couldn't help but say sourly, "It's normal for us poor people to live frugally."
Many people were waiting to see him make a fool of himself. The wager of a few moves was greatly related to these people adding fuel to the fire.
Ling Ying Sect was extremely rich. There were many people who were jealous. Adding on that they were usually arrogant and domineering, and did not form good relationships, Pei Yuan Ran's light words had pushed Ling Ying Sect to the opposite side of everyone.
He definitely couldn't let himself become a joke!
Definitely not!
How many moves would it be?
Look at what Chao An had investigated in Dong Fu that was related to Zuo Mo. Ling plant farmer, golden crow pill, processing services … …
In Chao An's eyes, two balls of fire jumped furiously.
Zuo Mo walked into the field. Chao An had been waiting there for a long time.
The face of the sect leader of Ling Ying Sect was black. He had originally wanted to use the chance to mock Pei Yuan Ran and the others. He hadn't thought that Pei Yuan Ran would put the fire on him.
The flickering fire reflected on Chao An's face. On his face, it was full of murderousness!
Because it was the first match, to show its importance, the judge in charge of this match was a jindan xiuzhe.
Heavens! Why did he think to accompany this living treasure out? It really was too embarrassing!
Their cultivation was astounding. They could easily capture everything that was happening below. The conversation between Zuo Mo and Li Ying Feng had reached their ears.
"Haha! Shidi always surpasses expectations. I really look forward to it! "Wei Sheng roared with laughter.
Pei Yuan Ran said regretfully, "Unfortunately lost to Chang Heng."
Even this kind of trash could withstand ten of his moves?
"Brother Chao, it can't be. Your opponent is that good?" One of Chao An's companions said in an exaggerated tone.
But the host, Tian Song Zi, used a very short sentence to make people speechless, "This Sword Test Conference is the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference." What he meant was, this was a Sword Test Conference for our own people. It was good enough for you to attend.
No matter the time, there were always many people that liked to hit someone when they were down.
Chao An told himself to be calm, he had to be calm.
What Zuo Mo handed over was a whole three hundred pieces of third-grade jingshi!
Chao An's expression was extremely ugly, his fists cracking as he clenched them.
The Fierce Fire Hammer in his hand suddenly turned into a ball of fire the size of a house, floating beside him. The deep red flame flickered on the outside of the ball of fire. The heat that the ball of fire released could be clearly felt from hundreds of zhang away. Beside the ball of fire, Chao An seemed very minuscule.
"Oh, there was such a thing?" Tian Song Zi heard this and couldn't help but become interested, "What was the result?"
Once the formation disk was thrown out, it turned into streaks of light and disappeared into the air.
A zhuji xiuzhe, what waves could he make? He didn't believe it at all.
Li Ying Feng wanted to turn and leave. What time was it now, Shidi was still thinking about jingshi … …
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