I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Outside the gate of Tongtian Sect.

Several disciples guarding the mountain were chatting and spanking.

Two days ago, they also had the honor to enter Sacred Land and witnessed the honor of teaching the Holy Sword in Sect Town.

And also followed the trend, pouring a lot of blood to sacrifice the holy sword, wanting to arouse the resonance of the holy sword and become the master.

But the result was obvious, the blood was released, the holy sword was like a stubborn stone, and there was no reaction at all.

"Sect's holy sword was passed on so mysteriously, but in the end, it was just a half-broken stone sword less than a foot long. I suspect that if you touch it lightly, it will become crumbs."

A disciple looked disappointed.

After all, the holy sword of the Tongtian Sect has an extremely desirable legend, and it is the foundation of the entire Tongtian Sect, and is regarded as a sacred object by them.

As a result, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

After seeing the real thing, I was greatly disappointed, and the faith in my heart dissipated all of a sudden.

Another disciple complained, "Whether the knowledge of the holy sword is a hoax, the founder of the mountain did it in order to whitewash himself and add a legendary color to himself."

The other disciples nodded one after another, approving this speculation. After all, in the practice world, there are too many scratching operations like this.

It is really that the stone sword is too ordinary, without the slightest energy fluctuation, and is full of cracks, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with a holy object.

Not to mention any random spiritual weapon, even a wooden sword sharpened by a child is a hundred times better than that broken stone sword.

These disciples who guarded the mountain had a good chat, but they had no reverence for their own holy sword, and dismissed it as worthless.

"Could it be because you guys don't know how to use swords at all?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded faintly, questioning.

"Heh, we don't know how to use swords? Just kidding, we... No, who are you? Dare to come to my Tongtian Sect to play wild, you kid don't want to live, do you?"

Several disciples guarding the mountain turned their heads and saw a young man who was as handsome as jade with a simple face, and immediately became angry.

A stunned boy who dared to speak boldly, saying that they don't know how to use swords, and they are courting death.

Among the sword sects of the Ninth Stage Tianque, Tongtianjiao's swordsmanship can be squeezed into the top three, and no one has ever dared to say that Tongtianjiao's swordsmanship is not good.

"Shut up, don't be rude to Mr. Ji."

Mo Lun's figure appeared and scolded several disciples guarding the mountain.

He came with Yujian and brought Ji Mo, and found that these people were discussing the holy sword, so he listened secretly for a while.

In fact, subconsciously, Mo Lun also thought that what these disciples said made sense. After all, as one of the five most outstanding contemporary disciples of the Tongtian Sect, he had come into contact with the holy sword a lot.

But apart from the special lines on the sword, he didn't think there was anything strange about the stone sword. At most, it was a carrier to preserve those lines.

"Mo Lun, you...you're not dead?"

Seeing Mo Lun appear, several disciples guarding the mountain panicked.

After Morun was captured, instead of paying the ransom, the church conspired to plot against the kidnappers. It stands to reason that Morun should be implicated and his ticket torn up.

How come I still get a good one now.

"Mo Lun? The brothers are not calling anymore?"

Hearing the names of several people, Morun's face suddenly turned cold.

In the past, these people were very respectful to him, and the senior brother called him a sweetheart, flattering him in all kinds of ways.

Now, he even called him by his first name, and even expressed regret that he didn't die.

Those bastards with feelings, I hope that he will die in my heart.

Human feelings are warm and cold, which makes people chill.

Even the janitor is like this, presumably other people are even more miserable.

Moran's last trace of nostalgia for Sect is completely gone.

"Senior Brother Mo Lun, look at what you said, aren't we too excited to see you alive. In fact, we have been worried about your safety and hope that you will return safely."

Several disciples immediately changed their countenance.

But he said it nicely, but his expression didn't show much respect.

After all, it was spread, Morun was regarded as an abandoned son, and the Elders deliberately suppressed the other four genius disciples in order to support the second senior brother to rise to the top.

"Humph……"

Mo Lun snorted heavily, saw the faces of these people clearly, and shouted, "Hurry up and lead the way, and welcome Mr. Ji."

He is already completely on Ji Mo's side.

"Welcome to this brat?"

Several disciples looked at Ji Mo, laughed loudly, and then stopped pretending, "Mo Lun, are you crazy? You can go back to Sect if you want, but this bastard is not qualified to enter. The gate of our Tongtian Sect, isn't it? Any cat or dog can come in."

"Mo Lun, don't think that you are still the core disciple sought after by thousands of people. The second senior brother has already been appointed as the next teacher master. You and the second senior brother have always been at odds. From now on, you should behave obediently with your tail between your legs."

Now that the matter is up to now, these disciples who guard the mountain directly speak out.

Once the second senior brother takes over, Mo Lun will definitely be suppressed, and his status is not as good as a dog, so there is no need to be too polite to him.

Morun was furious, his eyes were red.

But Ji Mo said indifferently, "Tongtian Sect is really great, rich and powerful, this mountain gate is built magnificently, it's really not something a villager like me can walk through..."

"You little bastard knows a lot..."

Several disciples sneered, thinking that Ji Mo was cowardly.

But in the next second, the smiles on their faces froze in disbelief.

Because Ji Mo went on to say, "Mo Lun, smash down this mountain gate for me, and show me that stone sword. Anyone who dares to block the way, I will knock down all of them."

Do you really think he has no temper?

If you are not allowed to enter, then kill all the way in.

"As ordered."

Mo Lun immediately sacrificed the fairy sword, the violent sword glow swept across, and the fierce Sword Qi criss-crossed, directly razing the mountain gate to the ground.

Since Mr. Ji spoke, there is nothing to worry about.

Treat me as an abandoned child and kill me, today I will let those old guys who look down on me see with their own eyes who is the strongest person in the younger generation.

Mo Lun let out a long howl, his eyes shot out a frightening light, and he led Ji Mo into the Tongtian Sect.

"Mo Lun, you are crazy, do you want to apostate?"

Several disciples guarding the mountain shouted and rushed over to stop it.

But they flew upside down one after another, falling into a pool of blood and throbbing.

Several people teamed up and couldn't even stop Morun's sword, which shocked them extremely.

If it wasn't for Mo Lun's nostalgia for the past, I'm afraid they would have been broken into pieces.

The movement at the mountain gate attracted the attention of all parties.

"Mo Lun seems to be apostate. He led outsiders into Sacred Land by force. Disciples, hurry up and stop them and kill the traitors."

The Tongtian Sect disciples who heard the news came pouring in like a tide.

They all thought that Moran was crazy, daring to break into Sacred Land by himself, it was courting death.

But actually.

Moren is unstoppable, almost unstoppable.

He witnessed Ji Mo's deduction of Zhuxian Sword Formation with his own eyes, and gained unimaginable benefits. Not only has Realm stepped into the fairyland with half a foot, but his comprehension of swordsmanship has advanced to several levels.

Ordinary disciples can hardly block his sword.

Even the talented disciple who was as famous as him in the past lost after only blocking three moves.

This caused a huge commotion. Could it be that Mo Lun is the most bewitching genius of the Tongtian Sect, even more powerful than the second senior brother selected by the Elders.

Doesn't it mean that the Elders are all blind and chose the wrong person.