Chapter 72 The Nine Summits Martial Arts Competition Begins, Lao Xiao’s First Battle

God is good, today is a sunny day.

Under the main peak of Qingyuan, different convoys were rushing into the sea, and there were deacons everywhere to maintain order.

big occasion.

The image of being the head of the three sects of Ziyang Mansion is evident everywhere.

"So lively?"

Li Mo opened the car curtain and looked at the scene outside.

He has only gone down the mountain once and done one mission so far, so he can't be considered as having really entered the world.

The old bus driving the bus smiled and said:

"Our Qingyuan Sect's Jiufeng Wushu is a stage for the next generation of our sect to show off its strength. The surrounding small sects and the other two major sects will naturally send people to watch the ceremony."

"I see."

Li Mo nodded, probably knowing the reason for the lively martial arts in Jiufeng.

New people replace old people, and sooner or later the new generation will become the mainstay of the sect. They represent the future strength of the sect.

Strength represents status and how other sects should deal with themselves in the future.

What's more, not long ago, the Qingyuan Sect saw a ray of light shining in the sky, and a huge vision occurred.

There are also many people who come here with the intention of checking the reality.

Old Ba said, pointing forward:

"That's Fen Yulin's team over there, led by one of their six leaders."

Li Mo looked at the sound.

There were not many people coming from Fen Yulin, only a dozen or so, but the scene was quite big. The disciples were all dressed in extraordinary clothes, and the weapons they were equipped with were all famous weapons, and they were clearly distinguishable from the surrounding small sect members.

There was a disciple in white standing at the front with his hands behind his back, a hint of arrogance in his eyebrows.

"Fen Yulin is to the west of Ziyang Mansion, and part of the gate borders the Central Divine State, so some of its disciples have extraordinary backgrounds."

When Lao Ba saw this, he explained.

"What about over there?"

Li Mo asked again.

The old man glanced at it and said with a smile:

"That's the Red Whale Gang."

"It is the largest gang in Ziyang Mansion, and it is also ranked high in the Eastern Wasteland. On the surface, it is the last of the three sects in terms of strength, but it is a mixed bag of good and bad, and the water is very deep."

The Red Whale Gang was much more lively.

They have more or less connections with small sects, and it is inevitable to gather around and chat with each other for a while.

Hearing this, Li Mo nodded slightly.

He squinted.

The leader of the team was the helmsman of the Red Whale Gang, but it was not him who caught Li Mo's attention, but the young man in blood next to him.

This young man gave him a strange feeling.

But before he could open the Divine Eye of Destiny, his sight was blocked by a familiar figure.

The Lord of Ziyang Mansion.

The master of the palace, whom they had met once before, started talking with the leading helmsman.

The carriage also moved.

Not long after, they were already halfway up the main peak of Qingyuan.

"Come on, dear apprentice."

Shang Wu yawned and stood up, landing lightly on the high platform.

There, the elders of Palm Peak were already seated, and there were some extra seats prepared for people from other sects who came to watch the battle.

Shangguan Wen Cang sat in the center and cast his gaze.

After seeing Ying Bing, a strong look of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Not only the sect master looked at him.

There were many pairs of eyes in the field, all looking over at this moment.

Shangguan Wencang's only disciple, recognized as the next leader of the Qingyuan Sect, and one of the most talented among his peers.

With her many auras that make others envious, coupled with her alpine snow lotus and self-admiring temperament, it is difficult to be ignored.

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Classmate Xiao Li frowned.

He has a keen sense and naturally noticed many unkind looks and regarded him as a thorn in his side.

Who makes him the only one standing by Ying Bing's side.

And he also got Chi Xiao who matched Tian Shuang.

Face those looks.

Classmate Xiao Li twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Ying Bing, I brought tea. Can you drink some?"

"That's fine."

Ying Bing loves tea very much, regardless of whether the tea is high or low.

He took the tea set with his bare hands and started brewing it skillfully. His movements were fast and pleasing to the eye, as beautiful as a painting. I don’t know how many people were fascinated by it.

"Tsk."

Li Mo picked up a small cup of Longjing tea.

Those glances became even more unkind. If they were hurtful, they would be riddled with holes in him in an instant.

He took a sip happily and praised:

"Your brew is still delicious."

At this time, the voice of the Qingyuan Sect Leader came:

"Today, the Nine Summits will be held, so I will just say a few words."

"Dear colleagues and heroes, our Qingyuan Sect's martial arts meeting this time mainly focuses on the following points..."

........

An hour later.

The old voice on the high platform finally slowed down as it was full of meaning.

The master of the sect is usually taciturn, but he co-wrote it because he said all the words at this time.

"Okay, let's stop talking about it."

Shangguan Wen Cang nodded gently and signaled for the next step to begin.

Mainly, if he continues talking, not many people in the venue will listen, and they will all fall asleep.

The next step is to draw lots.

Qian Bufan asked the deacon to collect the waistbands of all the participating disciples and place them among the bronze bulls in the field, and then used his skills to slap the bronze bulls on the back.

There was a sound of metal collision, and the copper beast spit out two waist coins.

He looked at it and said loudly:

"Xiao Qin versus Xie Lanai."

The first scene is Senior Brother Xiao?

Li Mo looked towards the stage.

Lao Xiao's aura was stronger than what he had seen in the past few days. It was obvious that he had made a breakthrough in martial arts. He was carrying a broken sword on his back, with a resolute expression and a strong and determined temperament.

His opponents are not simple either.

The woman's facial features are excellent, but her cheekbones are quite high, which adds a bit of sharpness to her already cold expression.

Li Mo used the Destiny Eye to look over.

[Name: Xie Lan'ai]

[Age: 23]

[Root: Plum Hand. ]

[Realm: Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm. ]

[Destiny: Blue with Gray]

[Evaluation: True disciple of Luoxia Peak, may take over a peak in the future, has a love calamity in his fate, due to his personality, prone to extreme emotions and poison. ]

[Recent encounter: learned that Senior Brother Yin Huacheng, whom he likes, wants the Chixiao Sword, and is ready to plot against Tianshuang. ]

Old Xiao is not very lucky.

"Yin Huacheng wants my Chixiao?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

He remembered the elder who was in charge of the Zhenshou Peak, so he changed his surname to Yin Hua.

A "start" sounded, marking the beginning of this fight.

Xiao Qin obviously knew that he should not fight for a long time when facing an opponent who was one level higher than him.

Woo——

The giant sword was in hand, and as he slashed, he vaguely filled the broken part of the giant sword, and even made its sword light several circles bigger.

As soon as he made a move, he took the initiative.

The surging sword light pressed down.

There was a trace of surprise in Xie Lan'ai's eyes, but she did not dodge.

The soft sword on her waist was like a silver snake, wrapped around her arm.

She did not retreat, nor did she swing the sword, but instead approached closely.

Xiao Qin's pupils shrank slightly.

He did not understand the other party's behavior.

Even if he was at a higher level, he would not be so arrogant as to use his body to withstand the sword moves, right?

However, the next moment.

Xie Lan'ai's body suddenly became soft, like a broken leaf falling in the wind, unpredictable.

Xiao Qin's giant sword was like a slash on a ball of cotton, without any force at all.

Then, the cold light met.