msmithbooks Chapter 11 Competition
Chapter 11 Competition
"Why did Brother Feng lose his sword? Are you going to admit defeat?"
"No way? Is this admitting defeat?"
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Feng Tianhao sneered, and the bulge on his face that hadn't completely subsided also trembled, looking creepy.
"Mo Yinzhui, you are doomed to lose today."
Lin Jichen propped his chin, watched Feng Tianhao take out a magic weapon from his sleeve, and looked carefully, it was a seven-kill banner.
The level of weapons in the cultivation world is divided into: magic weapon, spiritual weapon, and magic weapon, each divided into upper, middle and lower ranks.Going up is the spirit treasure, almost all spirit treasure weapons are intelligent, whether they are born or acquired, they are very rare.And above the Lingbao, there are only a few artifacts in a million. In Nuo Da's cultivation world, there are only a handful of artifacts that can be classified as artifacts, and these few are almost all owned by the big sects.
The Seven Killing Banner held in Feng Tianhao's hand is a middle-grade magic weapon of not low rank, which can kill monks above the Golden Core.
Lin Jichen frowned slightly. Although the Seven Killing Banner was not as powerful as the Lingbao Divine Artifact, it was not something that Mo Yinzhui could easily deal with. The banner was too murderous.
Feng Tianhao sneered and poured spiritual power into the Seven Killing Banner, and after chanting a few incantations, the banner was automatically divided into seven, and quickly formed a small banner array, surrounding the entire arena, and a sword emerged from each banner In an instant, a fierce murderous aura burst out from the banner.
Some of the surrounding disciples recognized this magic weapon, and immediately exclaimed: "This is the Seven Killing Banner!"
"As far as I know, the Qisha Banner is a middle-grade magic weapon."
When everyone heard this, they gasped, and were a little worried about Mo Yin chasing him.
"Junior Brother Mo must have more bad luck than good luck."
Sure enough, the situation on the stage was reversed in an instant. Even if Mo Yinzhui had the talent of the sky, he still couldn't have golden fingers thick enough to fight against a middle-grade magic weapon with a three-level Qi training.
Ye Rongrong frowned: "No, Junior Brother Mo is injured!"
On the stage, countless sword shadows flew out from the streamers, it was hard to distinguish whether it was real or not. A sword intent pierced from behind, cutting the sleeve on Mo Yinzhui's shoulder, and dark red blood seeped from the wound.
In the Seven Killing Banner, Mo Yinzhui quickly lost ground, and suffered several wounds on his body one after another.
If he didn't stop, Mo Yinzhui might be strangled in the Seven Killing Banner.
Xiao Jinshu looked at Mo Yinzhui who was injured on the Bidou stage, and was very worried: "Boss, hurry up and save yourself!"
Lin Jichen's eyes fell on the face of his little apprentice. The boy's white forehead was swept by the sword energy in the Qisha Banner, and the dark red blood flowed down half of his face from the end of his eyebrows, diluting the delicate and delicate feeling that originally belonged to the boy, adding a little more Gritty and sharp.
Suddenly there was a feeling in my heart that my family had just grown up.
He said, "Look again."
Seeing that the situation was wrong, Shao Yuan hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Feng, let's stop fighting with each other, it's not appropriate to go to war, it will hurt the peace."
"Enough? That's fine, it happens that my shoes are dirty."
Feng Tianhao sneered, and looked at the slightly embarrassed Mo Yinzhui in the formation, "Mo Yinzhui, kneel down for me and lick my shoes clean, I'll save your dog's life today."
"Senior Brother Feng, I'll wipe your shoes for you if they're dirty, so don't embarrass Junior Brother Mo."
Shao Yuan took out a handkerchief, as if to shine Feng Tianhao's shoes.
"Get out!" Seeing that Shao Yuan was upset, Feng Tianhao urged the Seven Killing Banner to send Shao Yuan flying in an instant.
Mo Yinzhui lowered his eyes and said, "The outcome is still undecided."
Feng Tianhao didn't expect Mo Yinzhui to continue to resist, "You still don't admit defeat? Then it's no wonder I'm rude to you!"
Just when Feng Tianhao was urging the Seven Killing Banner, Mo Yinzhui suddenly closed his eyes, lifted the sword and turned his wrist, while attaching the hilt to the other hand at the same time, he stabbed backwards, the long sword flew out from his waist, The Seven Killing Banner pierced a hole.
The burst broke instantly, Feng Tianhao's spiritual power returned, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
He couldn't believe the picture in front of him, "How could you... break my seven-kill formation..."
The little golden book was overjoyed, but at the same time, like the audience under the competition stage, their expression was bewildered.
"What's going on, why did you suddenly win?"
Lin Jichen looked at the young man who had almost turned into a blood man on the stage, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.
"Although the Seven Killing Banner is powerful, it depends on who uses it. Feng Tianhao is only at the sixth level of Qi training, and he is far from being able to exert the power of this magic weapon. This is one of them."
"Secondly, the seven-kill banner turned into a seven-faced banner, but only one banner is real, and the rest are fake. My little apprentice deliberately exposed flaws in the seven-kill formation and let the sword intent cut him. After the test, he found a flaw in the Qishaban."
Xiao Jinshu was dumbfounded: "No wonder!"
When Lin Jichen was about to get up, suddenly, he saw Feng Tianhao take out a red pill from his sleeve and swallowed it into his mouth.
Feng Tianhao swallowed the elixir, stood up slowly, and clenched his teeth and bones, "My surname is Mo, I will kill you today."
Mo Yinzhui picked up the sword on the ground, and was about to go down the fighting platform, when he felt a huge spiritual force rushing towards him behind him.
He swung his sword and flew, dodging Feng Tianhao's sneak attack.
Feng Tianhao seems to have taken a powerful diamond pill, and even his realm has improved a lot, and there is a faint tendency to break through the foundation establishment.
His offensive was fierce and fierce, like a gust of wind and rain, without any rules. Mo Yinzhui was injured just now, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. Feng Tianhao pressed and beat.
"Feng Tianhao is cheating, right? I saw him take some kind of pill just now."
"I also saw that his cultivation has improved so much in an instant, he must have taken medicine."
"Isn't that fair?"
"In a competition, if you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose. This is fairness."
Suddenly the crowd fell silent, because they didn't say the words just now.
The person who spoke turned out to be Feng Yuan, the master of Xuyang Peak, and everyone silently stepped aside.
Feng Yuan looked at Bidoutai, his brows twisted into Sichuan characters.
"Peak Master Feng is right." Lin Jichen got up and applauded loudly, "Even if the victory is not martial, it is still a victory!"
The disciples watching the competition were astonished, when did Sword Immortal Jichen come here!
Feng Yuan glanced at Lin Jichen with his nose, and snorted coldly.
On the stage, Feng Tianhao grabbed Mo Yinzhui's sword with his bare hands. In the face of absolute power, even the most exquisite sword moves seemed useless.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, Feng Tianhao unexpectedly snapped the sword in Mo Yinzui's hand.
Mo Yinzhui was sent flying several meters, and the moment he landed on the hand, a mouthful of blood spewed out, it seemed that the injury was not serious.
Feng Tianhao didn't intend to let Mo Yin chase, he had a gloomy face, holding the broken sword in his bleeding hand, and walked towards him step by step.
For the first time Shao Yuan felt frightened, he shouted loudly: "Junior Brother Mo, admit defeat, Feng Tianhao is crazy!"
At this moment, Lu Hao climbed onto the competition stage and stood in front of Mo Yinzhui, "Senior Brother Feng, can I admit defeat for you?"
"Go away." Feng Tianhao only had Mo Yinchasing in his eyes at the moment, he slapped Lu Hao away with his palm, and then raised the broken sword in his hand towards the people on the ground.
The broken sword was sharp, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the blood dripping from the cold tip of the sword carried a cruel killing intent.
Ye Rongrong didn't care about etiquette at the moment, she shouted: "Senior uncles, stop Senior Brother Feng quickly, Junior Brother Mo will be killed..."
Feng Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, without any intention of making a move, he just said coldly: "On the stage, life and death don't matter."
Lu Hao got up and rolled to Lin Jichen's side: "Master, save Junior Brother."
The little golden book was not calm at all: "Boss, if you continue to stand by like this, the protagonist will suffer!"
Lin Jichen looked at the young man on the competition stage quietly, but didn't make a move.
Seeing the moment when the broken sword in Feng Tianhao's hand was about to pierce Mo Yinchai's neck, everyone couldn't bear to see the cruel scene and closed their eyes.
"Ah—" A piercing scream resounded through the sky.
But the person who screamed was none other than Feng Tianhao.
The disciples opened their eyes, but the cruel scene in their imagination did not happen, but they saw Feng Tianhao lying on the ground.
What happened just now, they quickly asked the people around them.
The disciples who didn't close their eyes just now were also stunned. Although they didn't close their eyes, they didn't see clearly what happened just now.
Shao Yuan looked confused, "I coughed and coughed just now, and my eyes dazzled for a while, can you see clearly what happened?"
Ye Rongrong shook her head, "I didn't see it either."
Both of them closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the cruel scene happen.
Mu Qingruo's expression was cold, she looked at the competition stage, and slowly clenched her fists.
No wonder, Master would say that he would be compared.
"Junior Sister, have you seen what's going on?" Shao Yuan asked.
Mu Qingruo loosened the fist slowly, and said, "Junior Brother Mo hit Feng Tianhao's fatal point."
"what?"
Elder Liu did not know when he appeared behind many disciples. Seeing that the disciples were more confused than the other, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "I told you to read more books one by one. It will really be useful when you save your life."
Just now, Feng Tianhao thought that he could end Mo Yin's pursuit with a single strike.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yinzui turned over suddenly, dodging the fatal blow, and then he threw the stone that he had already held in his hand, which hit Feng Tianhao's three fingers behind the ear.
Immediately, Feng Tianhao was like a ball with the valve opened, and all the cultivation base forcibly enhanced by the elixir leaked out.
Around Lin Jichen, who was always calm, also exhaled at this moment.
Just now, when Lin Jichen couldn't hold back and wanted to rush forward, the young man shook his head at him.
Under the setting sun, Mo Yinzhui stood up slowly while supporting the broken sword.Looking at the master, the young man showed a bit of a smile on his face. Even though his face was covered with blood, his eyes were still shining brightly. At this moment, the young man's body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.
Just when he was exhausted and about to fall, Lin Jichen hugged him, and the young man whispered with blood in his mouth, "Master, I won."
"En." Lin Jichen patted the young man's head, "You won, Master granted you a wish, what do you want?"
Mo Yinzhui shook his head: "No disciple."
He felt that this moment was already the happiest.
"If you don't think about it, then talk about it later."
The young man snuggled into Master's arms, sniffing the familiar cold scent on Master's clothes, he felt sleepy for a while.
"The disciple is a little sleepy."
"Go to sleep." Lin Jichen stopped the bleeding for him, and picked him up.
Behind him, the elders of Xuyang Peak were checking Feng Tianhao's injuries, while Feng Yuan stood aside with a serious face.
Lin Jichen smiled at him: "Ah, Senior Brother Feng, I beat you again, oh no, it should be said that my apprentice beat your son once. Oh, how can I say it again, saying that you didn't lose to me much?" times, ten times or eight times."
Feng Yuan's face was ashen, and he gave him a fierce look.
Lin Jichen put away the smile on his face, and looked at Feng Tianhao on the ground with concern.
"Nephew should be seriously injured. Forcibly improving the skill and suddenly breaking the skill, the foundation designation will be damaged."
Feng Yuan said coldly, "Don't worry about it."
"That's right, the physical injury is a trivial matter, after all, it can be repaired by a panacea."
Lin Jichen nodded, and suddenly he changed the subject: "It's just that my poor little nephew, holding a magic weapon and swallowing pills to improve his skills, originally cultivated higher than my apprentice, but it's such a sure thing, but he lost. It's a mess.
Senior Brother Feng, you should take care of your nephew a lot in the future. I'm afraid he will leave a knot in his heart and become a demon in his heart. I'm afraid he won't be able to improve his cultivation. "
Feng Yuan's face was ashen, almost gnashing his teeth, "Thank you, Junior Brother Lin, for your concern."
Lin Jichen smiled brightly, and continued: "Listen to me, my little apprentice bet with your son on who will lose and who will bark like a dog. In my opinion, such juniors should not bet on such an undignified agreement."
"Senior Brother Feng, don't you think so?"
"What do you want to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush."
"Senior Brother Feng is more straightforward. You see, my little apprentice has always won your son, but the bet is not respectable. As an elder, senior brother has to do decent things and show it, right?"
Feng Yuan glanced at his unbelievable big son on the ground, took a jade wrench from his hand, "Take it."
The top-grade magic weapon blood jade wrench finger used for body protection can block a blow from a big boss in the Mahayana period, earning blood.
"Senior brother is so generous, on behalf of apprentice, I thanked senior brother."
Lin Jichen took the jade wrench finger, carried the little apprentice in his arms and left contentedly.
After the Xuyang Peak elder checked Feng Tianhao's body, "Peak Master, Shaofeng Master is indeed losing vitality and hurting the foundation."
Looking at Feng Tianhao, who was seriously injured on the ground, a trace of hatred appeared on Feng Yuan's face, "Forget it, let him know that there are heavens and people outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky, so don't always bully others and be arrogant and domineering, so as not to cause trouble in the future."
……
Mo Yinzhui recovered quickly from his injury this time.
Every time the master fed him medicine, Mo Yinzhui thought, it would be better if the injury healed more slowly.
Lin Jichen counted the days and felt that they could not drag on any longer. They still had some things to do before breaking the seal.
In the early morning, before the sun climbed up the mountain, Lin Jichen woke up Mo Yinzhui.
"Master will take you to some places."
Mo Yinzhui didn't ask the master where he was going to take him, changed his clothes, and followed the master to go out.
"Master, isn't sixth brother going?"
"He's not going."
Lin Jichen stepped on the flying sword and stretched out his hand to the little apprentice: "Come up."
Mo Yinzhui put his hand into Master's, and this time he stepped on the flying sword much more securely than before.
Walking all the way west, Xiao Jinshu asked more and more curiously: "Boss, where are we going?"
"Go meet someone you know well."
Xiao Jinshu looked down and felt more and more familiar, isn't this the boundary of the Demon Sect?
The Mozong is located in West Jiuling, and the peaks of West Jiuling run horizontally from side to side. The unique terrain forms a natural barrier, and there are 36 formations of earth demons. Looking from above, it looks like ordinary mountains. If you want to break through, those who are not strong enough may There is no return.
Of course, for a powerful boss, the last sentence can be ignored.
A hundred years ago, the old demon king failed to ascend to the end of Yuanshou, and the demon sect quickly fell, retreating to the West Nine Ridges. The scarlet blood demon monarch with the highest cultivation level in the entire demon sect was only at the fusion stage, two full realms behind his master.
"Don't deceive people too much!"
Chixue Jun is a red-haired and violent old man. At this moment, Lin Jichen cast a immobilization spell on him, making him unable to move. His bloodshot eyes are staring like a bull's-eye.
The father is not good-looking, but the son is very good-looking, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth. It is not difficult to imagine that he will grow into a handsome and handsome boy in the future.
At this moment, the child was being protected in the arms of a beautiful woman, and was being pointed at by a powerful sword repairman. The mother and child were so frightened that their faces were pale and trembling.
"Boss, what exactly are you going to do?" Little Jinshu's voice was also trembling, and it found that it couldn't guess what the boss was thinking at all.
Could it be that the boss wants to take advantage of Gong Yi when he hasn't grown up, and wipe away Gong Yi?
That's right, this shivering child hiding in the arms of a beautiful woman is one of the protagonists in the book, the future demon king Yelan, the source of all evil who planted an evil poison on the protagonist.
"Can't be killed, boss, this child can't be killed, please be merciful!" If the protagonist kills all of them, will the world not collapse?
When Lin Jichen was reading, he was thinking that if he was still alive in the last life, those bastards who bullied his little apprentice would definitely die without a place to die.
It's a pity that Zazai is still young at the moment, and it's not his style to bully the little by the big. Lin Jichen put away his sword, glanced at the well-behaved apprentice behind him, "Yin Zhui, go, spit on that brat."
Mo Yinzhui looked at Master suspiciously, obviously not understanding why he made such a move.
"If you don't want to spit, you can kick him or slap him."
The Demon Lord had a son when he was old, and he spoiled and doted on his only son very much.
The young master Mojun is under one person and above ten thousand in the Mozong, so how could he have suffered such grievances.
The child's eyes were resentful, and his small face was flushed with anger, but he didn't dare to take a breath due to the powerful sword cultivator at the side, so he could only stare at Mo Yinzhui with his eyes, as if saying you dare.
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