The other people were silent. The sword scriptures of Wu Kong Sword Sect didn't really suit Nan Men Yang, so they gave up on the idea.
Pei Yuan Ran mused: "Killing fellow sect members, that's not very good!"
"There's a good show! Zong Ming Yan has encountered the Scalping Zombie! "
"Shaking Dong Fu, a bet of ten moves! The biggest dark horse of the first two rounds, can the mysterious zombie do it again? It will be revealed to you! A world-shaking wager. If you don't participate personally, how can your life be perfect? "
Pei Yuan Ran grimaced: "[Vajra Profound Sutra] is just a normal third-grade body cultivation scripture. Many sects have this scripture. It's very hard for us to give any decent conditions. Never mind, if we pull him in, and then waste him, then we would have sinned. "
"Finances aren't too big of a problem. After this Sword Test Conference, I'm afraid we can't bide our time like before. What we should fight for, we still have to fight. These years, I've felt uncomfortable holding it in. "When Yan Le said this, he was full of heroism.
The golden head of the seal soldier that was taller than the forest was like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding Zong Ming Yan forward.
Nan Men Yang's entire body flashed with golden light, his hand holding a broadsword. His enormous figure was like a little mountain, his eyes glaring angrily, his demeanor fierce. Not far from him, Yu Bai was dressed in white. Even though his presence wasn't as extraordinary as Gu Rong Ping's, but he was still gentle and scholarly. The bamboo-like flying sword danced beside him, not at a disadvantage.
He had naturally heard of Zong Ming Yan's strength. Adding on that the two of them had a past, Zong Ming Yan definitely wouldn't be soft.
"This Nan Men Yang is really talented. Just a second-grade [Mountain Breaker Sword] in his hands, it can have such power! If this boy practices well, he will definitely become an expert! "
The heavens have mercy!
Xin Yan suddenly inserted: "There is no scripture suitable for him."
"I'm very poor, but I'm very shameless … …"
Hearing the indignant discussion of the Dong Fu sword xiu around them, Pei Yuan Ran and the others wanted to clap their hands in agreement.
The three of them had the same opinion. They hoped that Zong Ming Yan could quickly finish the battle. That way, Zuo Mo wouldn't lose face on stage. Right now, they felt that letting Zuo Mo attend the last round of the Sword Test Conference was the stupidest decision of their lives. The points and praise that Wei Sheng had earned for Wu Kong Sword Sect were far less than the amount that Zuo Mo had lost face for them.
However, when they looked at Zuo Mo's position, they were furious.
Only then did everyone think of this crucial question. Nan Men Yang was talented, but that depended on what mental cultivation method he cultivated. Although the Vajra Esoteric Art and the Mountain Breaker Sword were only of the second grade, their power was greatly increased because they were compatible with his style. If the mental cultivation method was wrong, it would be hard to say how far one could cultivate it.
Forget it, I won't run if I can't escape! Zuo Mo made up his mind. When he became a hoodlum, he did have some presence.
However, lip reading was not a profound skill. There were many people who could read lips, and from time to time, one could hear someone laughing.
"Fighting with me, I'll play you to death!"
Fu Jin recognized Zong Ming Yan! Last time, Zong Ming Yan had been with another Dong Qi Sword Sect disciple. It had also been that time that he had been wounded by the other Dong Qi Sword Sect disciple. It had also been that time that Zuo Mo had stood up for him. His relationship with Zuo Mo had deepened.
Zong Ming Yan was the first disciple of Dong Qi Sword Sect, Zuo Mei Tian's beloved disciple. Naturally, his cultivation was not weak. At this time, he did not disguise himself, his presence exposed. Normal xiuzhe would turn and leave when they saw him. Even those that had power were not willing to use up ling power so quickly. Everyone knew that the earlier they used up ling power, the earlier they would be eliminated. This round wasn't just a test of power, but also patience.
"Not bad! Whoever can pull him into the sect will have another expert! "
Ge could use jingshi to smash down even Pu Yao who was called a Sky Yao. You're just a ningmai idiot, I don't believe I can't drown you!
Fu Jin's eyes were red as he wagered all the jingshi he had on him. He said to himself, "It's not that I'm optimistic about you, it's that I have a grudge with Dong Qi Sword Sect!" Hearing this, the employees of the casino were frightened. Dong Qi Sword Sect was a large local sect.
The biggest flaw of the formation-defense-style that he was so proud of had shown itself. That was, once it started, other than defending, there was no other way.
The last meeting between the two had not been pleasant. Because of him, another Dong Qi disciple had been exiled from Dong Fu.
Yan Le suggested from the side, "Let Zong Ming Yan first kick Zuo Mo out, and then let Wei Sheng kick Zong Ming Yan out!"
Shi Feng Rong suddenly spoke, "Doesn't Zuo Mo cultivate [Vajra Profound Sutra]? Why don't we let him cultivate [Vajra Profound Sutra] as well. "
"Shixiong, this boy isn't bad! Should we consider making a bid as well? "Yan Le's eyes didn't move away as though he was looking at a treasure.
Anyone with eyes could see that Nan Men Yang was a xiuzhe that needed a special scripture.
… …
"Phew!" Yan Le let out a long breath. "That's great! He finally can't waste anymore! "
Pride rose in his heart!
… …
Pei Yuan Ran grinned, light flashing in his eyes.
Pei Yuan Ran thought for a moment and helplessly shook his head, "This boy really is a talent that can be molded. However, you know our wealth. Wei Sheng is enough for us to waste, much less Zuo Mo who is even more of a headache. Luo Li has improved greatly this time, and his personality is much steadier than before. If he is nurtured well, his future will be bright. " While other people were having a headache about not having talented disciples in their sect, Pei Yuan Ran was having a headache about having too many good disciples.
Looking at the surroundings, countless shining materials were like glowing jingshi, flowing with an enchanting light that dazzled his eyes.
Everyone might have many opinions about Zuo Mo, but he was still a disciple of the sect. Hearing this, they couldn't help but look in the direction that Yan Le was pointing.
Zuo Mo's consciousness was outstanding and quickly found Zong Ming Yan. Zong Ming Yan's steps were not fast. Step by step, he walked towards Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo really wanted to run. Against normal xiuzhe, he still had some hope. Facing experts like Zong Ming Yan and Yu Bai, he didn't even have hope.
He heard the sounds of fighting in front of him. With a snort, he started to walk in that direction.
At the entrance of each casino, there was a wager for Zuo Mo against Zong Ming Yan. The workers shouted at the top of their lungs.
"My cultivation can't win against you, ge will use jingshi to smash you to death … … who said, jingshi can make people submit … … submit to ge!"
In a terrible mood, he didn't hide it at all. Sword essence rippled all over his body, waiting for a person that didn't have eyes to land in his hands.
What did this guy want to do? The first thought that popped up in their minds. The second thought was: it's over! This time, it was a great embarrassment!
The five mu of formation belt that had been flashing was already very eye-catching. In just a short while, the formation belt had doubled in size, taking up ten mu!
If one could read lips, they could easily read what he was muttering.
"Losing face for us Dong Fu sword xiu! Zong Ming Yan, ge supports you! Kill him earlier, it's too embarrassing! The shame of Dong Fu! "
No one was shocked that Yu Bai had some strength.
Pei Yuan Ran seemed to be relieved of a burden. "It's not embarrassing to lose to Zong Ming Yan."
The elders of Wu Kong Sword Sect were also paying attention to Nan Men Yang, the most eye-catching non-sect xiuzhe of this Sword Test Conference.
Wasn't it just Zong Ming Yan?
Zong Ming Yan really was targeting Zuo Mo. In reality, he really wanted to fight with Yu Bai, but Yu Bai and Nan Men Yang were fighting passionately. He naturally couldn't interfere.
Xin Yan nodded his head in agreement. "The earlier you die, the earlier you reincarnate!"
The two of them were very strong, especially Nan Men Yang's [Mountain Breaker Sword]. The presence was peerless. Each blow was like thunder, the sword light like a wave. It really had the power to break a mountain!
Zong Ming Yan's face was dark. He had personally seen the fight between Wei Sheng and Gu Rong Ping. The strength that the two displayed was clearly a level higher than his. It made him, who had a proud personality, feel uncomfortable.
His eyes were red, biting his lips. He couldn't help but worry for Zuo Mo.
"Come and see, come and see! A strong sword against a strong shield! What? No shield? Heavens! Mister, take a look. Is there a shield stronger than this turtle's defense in this world? This is definitely the strongest turtle formation of the year! Look at the name that Mister Zuo Mo has given his masterpiece! Complete Seal Formation Defensive Style! Just based on such a domineering name, filled with a sense of safety, it is definitely worth you to bet! "
Only Shi Feng Rong was slightly discontent. "Why is it Zong Ming Yan? I hate that old thief Zuo Mei Tian! "She suddenly turned her face." Why don't we get Wei Sheng to kick Zuo Mo out! "
Xin Yan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened. "Wonderful!"
For them, it was not a matter of pride to obtain victory by any means necessary. No matter if it was Yu Bai or Zong Ming Yan, they were both extremely proud. They definitely could not tolerate taking advantage of someone else to win. So he could only change his target.
The honored sect leader of Wu Kong Sword Sect! The Ice Drake Sword, which had a fearsome reputation! Even Yan Le and Shi Feng Rong were jindan experts! They had been tortured by a zhuji disciple to the point they wanted to die, and were on the verge of collapse.
Pei Yuan Ran and the others felt that after this Sword Test Conference, their already fragile nerves had been tortured and destroyed. Right now, as long as someone gave a light laugh, they would psychologically feel that these people were laughing at them. They were four frightened birds.
"Hm." Yan Le suddenly pointed at the mirage and said, "Here, that boy seems to be Zong Ming Yan. He's very close to that brat, Zuo Mo."
"Retribution, retribution! I hate people who throw jingshi at people the most! "
The elders of the sects that were watching the two were full of praise.
"The payout is one to five hundred! What? You are still not satisfied? This one promises on my honor, there definitely won't be a higher payout! Think about it, last time, it was our magical Zuo Mo who acted as the main character of the great gamble. How many people earned so much! The son of my neighbor Wang Xiao Er's aunt, he only bet ten jingshi … … "
Previously, the five mu wide seal formation belt was just a small piece among the lush green mountains. But now, it was like a large patch that glittered with light. Zuo Mo passed back and forth between the formations, not knowing exhaustion. If one looked closely, they could find the excitement and smugness that could not be concealed on his face.
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