"Boss, don't worry!" The orange-haired yao had a smug expression. "There is no method in this world that can stop a genius orange!"
Only A Wen who cultivated mo skills was an exception. Yet unexpectedly, of everyone, two people had improved the most. One was the orange-haired yao, and the other was A Wen.
Out of helplessness, Zuo Mo could only act and restrain the two. However, the two that were restrained still glared angrily at each other.
But since Lord had said this, they could not do anything.
"This subordinate asks for a fight!"
Zuo Mo walked in front of A Wen and patted A Wen's shoulder with a smile. "A Wen, the reputation of Guard Camp is waiting for you to defend it!"
But the two that had improved the most did not like each other no matter what. They would fight multiple times every day, especially when Zuo Mo was not present.
"I have a way to let you decide who is better." Zuo Mo raised his hand.
"Alright!"
Zuo Mo patted the orange-haired yao's shoulder. "Big Orange, do not ruin your reputation as a genius!"
"I'll kill you son of a turtle!" A Wen glared angrily and his eyes spat fire.
"Hmph, the harder the better. Only then will a certain person be convinced of his defeat!" A Wen snorted coldly.
No one noticed that an old man in the corner suddenly had a light flash through his muddy eyes when he heard that Xiao Mo Ge had killed a marshal.
"Do not use battalions. In my territory, I have to use battalions to deal with a sword xiu. I cannot afford to lose face. "
"Hmph! I want you to be convinced of your defeat! "A Wen snorted coldly.
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The two each took one.
The orange-haired yao laughed at the sky. The orange-red hair on his head floated like a ball of fire. He was smug. "For a genius like me, yao arts cannot satisfy me!"
"Yes!" The person who spoke lay on the ground and did not dare to move. His face was filled with terror. Large droplets of sweat dripped from his forehead and landed on the green stone floor. The sound could be heard clearly in the hall.
"Fifteen mobei!"
"Do your best!" Zuo Mo smiled and waved his hand at the two before leaving.
"This subordinate also asks for a fight!"
Shang clan did not lie, it was indeed first-hand information. However, the person who recorded it was not very strong, and the disturbance from the energy waves at that time was too great, the image was not very clear.
The demon lying on the ground had a deathly pale complexion. He suddenly kowtowed, raised his bloodstained face, and said with a trembling voice, "This subordinate is incompetent! I've disappointed Master! This subordinate will atone for his sins with his death. I have no complaints! This subordinate's son is still young, so I hope that Master and fellow brothers can take care of him! "
The cold voice echoed in the hall. Everyone felt bitter. If they had known this earlier, they would have mobilized the battalion and killed this sword xiu. Then there wouldn't be so much trouble now.
A group of Flower Demons were listening along with them.
The old man looked very slowly and carefully.
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"Haha! As expected of Boss, you're as awesome as I am. You can even think of such a good idea! "The orange-haired demon beamed with joy.
"Sigh, comparisons are odious. Didn't you see those forces nearby? They're all green with envy. I heard my brothers say that there is a group of people around them. Ha, if you can pass the first round of selection, you don't have to worry about not being able to find another. If you can pass two rounds of selection, good boy, there will be at least twenty that you can choose from, the treatment will be great! "
"That's normal, just think about it. Didn't you see that they don't lack for people? If it wasn't that there were too many people this time, why would they have formed another battalion? "
"Idiot!" A Wen glared angrily.
"I will give you five days. If you have not killed that sword xiu, kill yourselves and do not need to see me."
"You are a son of a turtle!"
The commanders felt their scalps prickle. The corpse on the ground reflected in their eyes. Their expressions changed but they gritted their teeth and bowed in response. "Yes!"
The orange-haired yao learned the yao arts that Zuo Mo taught him the moment he learned them.
He silently walked on the street. As the wind blew past, his figure was lonely and desolate.
Finishing, his right hand suddenly hit his head. His head shattered, his body fell to the ground, and he was no longer breathing!
"Whoever runs is a son of a turtle!"
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The commanders looked with sympathy at him.
Two streaks of hot tears suddenly rolled down from the sides of his turbid eyes.
A cold voice came from the top of the hall. The commanders below were silent.
"Is the difficulty high? If it is not high, then it cannot show the skill of a genius!" the orange-haired yao said loudly.
When he saw Zuo Mo and Marshal Yu fighting, a light flashed through his turbid eyes. At this moment, the old man was like a sharp, murderous weapon, filled with a dangerous aura.
Bam bam bam!
The old man walked to a corner and released a mirage.
"Cough, why do you fight all day?" Zuo Mo pretended to ask.
This was the age where they were passionate and ambitious. Having a living idol like this would undoubtedly motivate them.
"I heard that the sword xiu said that he does not fear any challenge, is that true?"
A Wen also glared angrily. "If he fears you, then he is a son of a turtle!"
The mirage in front of him suddenly shattered into countless dots of light without any warning.
A Wen was furious. "You! Come come come, let's fight three hundred rounds! "
Each of them had a complete copy of the Great Peace Mo Stele. All kinds of yao arts were at their fingertips. The high skill that Zuo Mo displayed instantly attracted their attention.
The shouts of the vendors by the roadside reached the old man's ears. The old man's steps paused.
"No matter how good the treatment is, it cannot compare to Xiao Mo Ge's battalion. He can kill a marshal at such a young age. His future is not something that those little factions can compare to. Maybe, he can become a king! "
Zuo Mo had taught them new yao arts but what was most valuable was explaining the Great Peace Mo Stele to them.
They knew Lord's temper. Lord was very competitive. If the other's words reached Lord's ears, Lord would not be able to swallow it. If they continued to remain silent, everyone would be out of luck. Everyone looked at each other tacitly.
"Boss, don't worry! Kill that son of a turtle! "A Wen gritted his teeth.
"This Xiao Mo Ge's battalion is too hard to enter! I heard that only eight have entered today! "
"It's starting again!" Nan Yue rubbed her forehead with a face full of helplessness.
"Give me one."
The old man was bald, his face full of wrinkles. His clothing was tattered and he was very dispirited.
There was no need to say about the orange-haired yao's improvement. While he often jumped the line, his talent in cultivation was just as unpredictable as his jumping the line nerves.
"If that's the case, why don't you cultivate the same thing at different times. Wouldn't it be clear who is stronger and who is weaker?" Zuo Mo guided.
"Yes!" the commanders below ordered.
"What method?"
"How much?"
A Wen was even stranger. Zuo Mo was clearly explaining yao arts but A Wen was improving on mo skills.
Ming Jue Zi and Cang Ze raised their heads at the same time and exchanged a look. Then they lowered their heads at the same time and went back to their cultivation.
"Those who pass by, those who pass by, take a look! Latest arrival, the great battle, Xiao Mo Ge killing Marshal Yu, brand new mirage, exclusive arrival, recorded by someone who experienced it, you have to see it … … "
The orange-haired yao was furious. "Come come come! Let us fight for three hundred rounds, whoever flees first is a dog! "
He finished the low quality wine in front of him, stood and walked out of the hotel.
One by one, the demons stepped forward to ask for battle.
"Oh oh oh! You really have fighting spirit! So motivated! Not bad, not bad! One for each person. "Zuo Mo took out two jade scrolls with a smile.
"He is jealous of my astounding talent and handsome face!" the orange-haired yao said seriously.
The commanders all had expressions of pity but no one dared to speak. Asking for mercy at this time would be a bad thing. Lord was brutal but he still cared about old friendships.
As expected, the person at the top of the hall was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Give the spots to his son this year. Tell him not to disgrace his father's reputation. Give him a grand burial. "
The commanders' hearts tightened and they looked at each other. They hadn't thought that even these words would pass into Daren's ears. They instantly knew it was not good.
Zuo Mo smiled wickedly. "I have a set of methods here that requires one to cultivate ling power, spiritual power, and mo physique at the same time. However, I will tell you first, this method is very difficult to cultivate."
Inside the hotel, discussions about Xiao Mo Ge were everywhere. As the hottest topic of recent times, there was news about him every day. Also, Xiao Mo Ge was just in his twenties and had created such a string of miracles. His influence among the youths had reached an astounding level.
But when he saw A Gui, his body suddenly shook, especially when A Gui's eyes lit up with purple energy in the image. The old man seemed to be struck by lightning and was motionless!
"A Sword Cultivator is rampaging in my territory. Ha! " There was not a trace of emotion in his cold voice, as if he was narrating a simple fact.
"You idiot, just wait to lick Genius Orange's toes!" The orange-haired yao looked proudly at the sky.
A Wen found this guy to be an eyesore no matter how he looked at him. He had a disdainful expression. "With your little abilities, ye can beat you up with one finger."
But he quickly noticed that he had recovered his previous appearance.
However, Zuo Mo had caught him this time.
"One of you cultivates the mo physique, the other cultivates yao arts, naturally you cannot decide who is better."
"A sword xiu?"
"I'll kill you!"
"Good, very good!"
The mo lying on the ground sweated even faster. The expressions of the other commanders changed slightly. Everyone could hear that Master was angry!
A battle general stepped out and said in a deep voice, "This subordinate requests to fight!"
"Crude!" The orange-haired yao had a disdainful expression.
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"King Cheng? You are too exaggerated … … "
"Don't run!" The orange-haired yao's eyes lit up.
"Yes, yes!" The two nodded. The two of them disliked the other but they cultivated completely different methods and could not decide who was better. They could only fight.
"It's good to get used to it." The black smoke yao did not change his expression.
A Wen stood docilely in front of Zuo Mo. The orange-haired yao continuously winked at Zuo Mo. The other people had expectant expressions. Was Daren going to punish these two people that had no bottom line?
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