Chapter 30 The trial begins, and the Summoning Demon Cult appears again

Looking far from the carriage, you can already see the Zhenshou Peak.

Zhenshou Peak is the last peak of the Qingyuan Mountains and is closest to the wilderness.

There is a large crowd in front of you, with inner and outer disciples clearly divided.

But without exception, they are all new disciples who have not participated in the sect trial.

As soon as the carriage belonging to the sect master stopped, it instantly became the center of the crowd.

"Is that the master's true disciple Ying Bing?"

"Hiss... This junior sister looks so foul."

"Keep your voice down. I heard that she has reached the eighth meridian in the Qi and Blood Realm. I heard from the true disciple of Elder Qian Bufan that she was given a set of Wuyunsha inner armor because of this."

"How long has she been a disciple? Eight meridians? What a monster!"

"No one can win the first place in the sect trial in the first year after entering the sect? That would be too amazing."

"Who is that next to her?

"Li Zhenchuan, I joined the sect with her."

"I know, Li Zhenchuan is a good man!"

Hearing the discussion of other disciples, Li Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

Thank you, I don't like to leave my name when doing good things, so you don't have to give me a good guy card.

"Wangyueya, it seems to be deep in the trial ground."

Scanning the map, Li Mo found the place where Ying Bing and her agreed.

The deeper the trial ground, the stronger the strength of the beast.

Wangyueya is a very remote place, and on the way, you have to pass through many territories of late ninth-grade and even peak ninth-grade beasts.

If you don't have two brushes, you really can't get involved.

"One hour..."

Li Mo looked at Ying Bing who walked to the front of the crowd, and secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

Don't take us as time travelers as cheaters!

Suddenly.

Li Mo found that there was a familiar gaze staring at him.

Wang Hu

At this time, Wang Hu still had that unruly look, but there was a hint of sickness between his eyebrows, which made him look gloomy.

When he looked at Li Mo, he put his hands across his neck and made a throat-cutting gesture.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Li Mo was speechless, but instinctively felt that the latter's state was not right.

So he moved his mind and swept the Destiny Eye over.

[Name: Wang Hu]

[Age: 16]

[Root bone: tiger arms and leopard waist. ]

[Realm: Qi and blood realm eight meridians. ]

[Destiny: Black]

[Evaluation: A little talented, if he studies hard, he may achieve something in the future, but he is narrow-minded, vindictive, arrogant and domineering, and is prone to extremes. ]

[Recent encounter: The beast species is deeply planted, and has gone astray. His own essence and blood are not enough to support himself. He is ready to swallow the blood of the beast and gradually lose his mind. 】

"Beast species?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

What puzzled him was not Wang Hu's fate, but that the other party had contact with the Summoning Demon Sect.

If the outer disciples did not leave the sect before the sect trial, they would not be allowed to leave the mountain gate.

If the other party had been in Qingyuan Sect, where did the beast species of the Summoning Demon Sect come from?

"This sect trial is probably unusual."

Li Mo pondered for a moment.

Well, if everything is normal for the matter involving the Destiny Girl, then it is abnormal.

According to the normal routine, it should be Bingtuozi who turned the tide, and there might be a desperate counterattack?

But now that he knew.....

"Master!"

Li Mo ran directly to where the elders were sitting.

"Hmm?"

Shang Wu was taking a nap. When he heard the voice of his apprentice, he scratched his hair sleepily:

"Have you eaten?"

"I will invite Master to eat after the trial. I have something to report."

Li Mo spoke and expressed his judgment.

But he found a reason and covered up the Destiny Eye with other reasons.

When the three words "Calling Demon Sect" appeared in his mouth.

Xue Jing and Qian Bufan immediately became serious, and even the sleepiness in Shang Wu's eyes disappeared.

"Are you sure it's a member of the Calling Demon Sect? This matter is not a joke."

Qian Bufan's voice was low, and there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows.

"My father was a county lieutenant and once caught a demon from the Calling Demon Sect. I just felt that the breath was similar and I couldn't be completely sure, but thinking that this matter was serious, it was better to report it to the elders. Even if it was a misjudgment, it was better than knowing it but not reporting it."

Li Mo's words were reasonable.

"Xiao Mo is a person who does things properly."

Xue Jing pondered for a moment and said:

"It is 90% possible that the boy named Wang Hu practiced the evil skills of the Calling Demon Sect, the Hundred Beasts Blood Training."

"The claws have reached my Qingyuan Sect."

Yin Huaxuan, the elder of the Precious Beast Peak, stood up suddenly.

It seemed that they were ready to catch Wang Hu and torture him.

"Yin Hua, look at you, you are anxious again."

Xue Jing stopped him, looked at Li Mo with a little more satisfaction, and said:

"We know, you go back to participate in the trial, everything will be fine as usual, just pretend nothing happened."

"Yes."

Li Mo followed his advice.

Old Xue probably has other plans.

In Qingyuan Sect, if the elders can't handle something, it's useless for him to think too much.

...

Half an hour later.

Qian Bufan stood in front of everyone with his hands behind his back, and preached the rules of the trial:

"Ordinary beasts are not counted in the score."

"Ninth-grade early, middle, and late-stage beasts are 1 point, 3 points, and 15 points respectively."

"Of course, there are also ninth-grade peak beasts, which are 100 points, but without the combat power comparable to the inner breath realm, it is best not to try it easily."

"If you successfully kill a strange beast, or if you have no choice, you can release the sounding arrow, and a deacon from the inner sect will come."

After Qian Bufan finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

After the words fell, the disciples received the sounding arrows and chose the weapons they had handy.

Then more than a thousand people entered the forest in a mighty manner.

"Junior Brother Yinhua."

Xue Jing suddenly spoke.

"Um."

Yinhuaxuan nodded.

He blew a bone whistle, and hundreds of birds flew out of the Precious Beast Peak. Some flew into the forest, and some circled in the sky.

...

The skill of cupping tea.

A loud arrow resounded across the sky.

Then a deacon from the inner sect returned, dragging the body of a black leopard. The leopard was the size of a calf, its eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the ferocious look was still solidified on its face.

The fatal wound was in his throat, which was sealed with a sword, but no blood flowed.

Because the wound has been frozen.

"Ying Bing, one point." Qian Bufan nodded in wonder.

"There are many disciples who can kill ninth-grade beasts, but it's difficult to do so cleanly and without using any extra strength."

Yin Huaxuan's eyes flashed.

"I suppressed my realm to the Qi and Blood realm, but I couldn't do it to this extent."

Xue Jing clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Xiao Bing'er seems to have had no actual combat experience before."

Shang Wu's almond-shaped eyes were bright.

Killing a strange beast for the first time is like killing a chicken.

There used to be many extremely talented disciples who were obviously very strong, but when faced with strange beasts, they were intimidated by their aura and could not exert 100% of their strength to 30%.

But some people become stronger when they encounter strength, and become braver the more they fight, such as herself.

Shang Wu calls it the Innate Fighting Holy Body.

"My good disciple, why haven't you made any move yet?"

Master, he held his chin with one hand and half-opened his sleepy eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Woo——

Another sound of arrows sounded.

"Li Mo, kill a ninth-grade early-stage alien beast!"

The strange beast dragged back by the inner sect's deacon made many elders fall into deep thought.

After looking at it for a long time, Xue Jingcai hesitated and said:

"Is this thing... a wing-toothed snake?"

One thing to say.

If Old Xue Tou hadn't just used the scales of the wing-toothed snake to make medicine, he wouldn't have recognized what it was.

The head of this 'snake corpse' was blown to pieces, its fangs were broken, and all the bones in its body were broken, causing the long snake body to be squeezed into a ball, like a can that had been crushed by someone's foot.

Too brutal.

He and Ying Bing are completely opposite.

Qian Bufan held his fat belly and fell into deep thought:

"Master Shang Wu's nephew, isn't what Li Mo is practicing... swordsmanship?"

"He has also mastered Liuhe Quan."

Shang Wu spread his hands, indicating that it had nothing to do with her.

Yin Huaxuan picked up a fragment of snake tooth:

"The strongest part of the Wingtooth Snake's body was its fangs, but it was shattered by a punch along with its body."

"This kid's current level is no lower than Ying Bing's."

"And you also practice some kind of horizontal training method?"

Xue Jing's scalp felt numb.

The elders had no objection. With their eyesight, they could tell a lot from the traces of the battle.

Judging from the results of the battle against the ninth-grade early-stage alien beasts, Li Mo's performance was not inferior to Ying Bing's.

But the elders opened their mouths, but they didn't know whether to praise or not.

This fighting style is too similar to someone...

Qingyuan Sect has a Shang Wu, which is enough to cause a headache!

What if the second one comes out? !

"Hey, Lao Xue, you are so confused. Why didn't you take Mr. Li under your wing at that time?"

"?? My quota of true disciples is full. Elder Qian has a quota, why doesn't he accept it?"

"I wanted to take it back at that time, but my nephew, Shang Dancer, got there first."

"You are confused!"

"Is it too late to stop him from going astray now?"

The elders sighed.

Shang Wuteng stood up, put one hand on his hips, and clenched his fist loudly with the other hand:

"You can poach me if you want. Whoever defeats me will be my precious disciple."

There was a sudden silence on the stage.