Mortal bone

"rise……"

"rise……"

"rise……"

As a result, weak but firm calls sounded on the field.

"rise!"

I don't know who started it, but sporadic echoes began to sound from the stands in the surrounding Yunlou.

Soon more and more disciples agreed.

The sound is also getting louder.

"Get up!", "Get up!", "Get up!"

In the end, the sound was like a thunderclap, and followed Wu Mo's shout in a clear rhythm over Wulaotan.

I don't know if he was inspired, but Wu Mo suddenly stood up straight, raised his head, and then firmly raised his sword finger to point in the direction of the inscription on the cliff, and shouted:

"rise!--"

"Zheng!——"

As soon as the words fell, the jade hairpin suddenly let out the sound of a sword, and flew out with a "whoosh".

"Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua!"

Immediately afterwards, amidst the cheers of the audience, Wu Mo began to wave his arms and began to write quickly.

In just a moment, she wrote the outline of the seven laws on the cliff in one go.

"Buzzing..."

Amidst the trembling sounds, Yuchai, under Wu Mo's control, came to the elder Black Dragon dangling [-] jin of ship weight.

"Black Dragon... Elder..."

Wu Mo, who was already pale, raised his head to look at Elder Heilong with difficulty.

"Wu Mo, a disciple of Qifeng, hangs five hundred and one catties of iron, this time Qifeng wins!"

Elder Black Dragon raised his hand to remove the weight of the boat, and then announced loudly.

As soon as this remark came out, there were exclamations from the surrounding cloud platforms.

Even some of the disciples who were infected by Wu Mo's perseverance and encouraged him later did not expect that Wu Mo would really surpass Zhu Ningshi.

Seeing this scene, Sifeng's Zhu Ningshi was stunned at first, and then murmured unwillingly: "How could I lose to her, she is not even a sword repair..."

Senior brother Yucai put his hand on her head and said with a blank expression:

"It's not that someone who holds a sword is called a sword repairer."

And Qifeng's disciples rushed to Wu Mo the moment Elder Black Dragon announced their results.

Quickly took her to the stage.

Jiang Zhi used her true essence to suppress the restless blood in Wu Mo's body.

Xu Taiping fed her a sip of the Jade Gourd Mountain Spiritual Essence.

Zhao Linglong helped her wipe off the blood on her face.

"Senior Sister, Junior Sister, Junior Brother... I... I didn't... Didn't embarrass Qi Feng?"

Wu Mo, who was breathing weakly, glanced at everyone with a smile on his face.

"no!"

Everyone spoke in unison.

"That's good... I... I want to sleep for a while..."

Wu Mo slowly closed his eyes.

The disciples of Qifeng looked at Wu Mo's almost transparent face, and all fell silent, while several male disciples clenched their fists.

"Sifeng, Tang Yi, pay homage to Elder Black Dragon!"

At this moment, Tang Yifei, Sifeng's second disciple, stepped onto the stage and bowed to the Elder Black Dragon in front of him.

"Sifeng Tangyi, this time, you have to have more than five hundred and one catties of hanging iron to beat Qifeng."

Elder Black Dragon nodded, and then reminded him loudly.

Tang Yi grinned when he heard the words, then turned to look at the disciples of Qifeng and said:

"Elder Heilong, don't worry, our Sifeng is different from Qifeng. We hang five hundred catties of iron. Our little junior sisters who have just started can do it. There is no need to risk their lives like them."

Tang Yi had a feud with Dugu Qingxiao, so he would never let go of any opportunity to ridicule Qifeng.

"Tang, what do you mean?"

"Competition is a good competition, why are you talking about these messes!"

Zhou Liang, the fiery fourth senior brother, and Wu Liang, the eighth senior brother who is cowardly and aggressive outside the nest, immediately pointed at Tang Yi and yelled at Tang Yi after hearing this.

"quiet!"

Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel on and off the field, Elder Heilong immediately yelled, then looked at Tang Yi with a cold face and said:

"How much hanging iron, tell me!"

Seeing that Elder Heilong seemed to be angry, Tang Yi didn't dare to do it again, immediately smiled apologetically and cupped his hands:

"The disciple wants to hang nine hundred catties of iron!"

Hearing that Tang Yi wanted to hang nine hundred catties of iron, the disciples on the surrounding platforms were also in an uproar.

Because of the weight of nine hundred catties, even for a disciple of the Tong Xuan Realm, it is not considered light.

At this weight, perseverance alone will definitely not work.

However, the disciples of Qifeng were not moved by this, they just watched the stage silently.

……

After a while.

Tang Yi successfully hung nine hundred catties of iron, and carved the outline of the seven laws on the cliff.

"Sifeng Tang Yi, hangs [-] catties of iron, please send people from Qifeng disciples to fight."

In the sound of Elder Heilong's reading, Tang Yi turned his head to look at Qifeng people proudly, and then said with a mocking smile:

"Senior Sister Jiang Zhi, I'm afraid you will have to do it yourself this time. I guess, you will probably choose the hanging iron nine hundred and one catties, right?"

"boom!"

But just as he said those words, a figure roared from the audience like a gust of wind.

When the figure stood still, Tang Yi finally recognized the person—"Zhou Liang."

"Junior Brother Zhou, your injury..."

"roll!"

Before Tang Yi finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhou Liang's scolding.

When he reacted, Zhou Liang had already walked up to Elder Black Dragon.

Just when Tang Yi had nowhere to vent his anger, Elder Black Dragon said loudly:

"Zhou Liang, disciple of Qifeng, hangs [-] catties of iron!"

Hearing this, Tang Yi, like everyone else, was startled, but immediately sneered and said: "If it was in the past, it would be fine, but now he was slashed by the sword ghost, and he dared to hang [-] catties of iron ?court death!"

It is well known in Qifeng that Zhou Liang was injured by the sword ghost, so even if he was once ranked among the top [-] disciples of Qifeng's younger generation, Tang Yi didn't think he could drag his wounded body to hang the iron all the way. One thousand four hundred catties.

"I want to see how you make a fool of yourself."

Tang Yi didn't bother to go on anymore, she folded her arms around her chest and looked at Zhou Liang with great interest.

At this moment, he has even begun to think in his mind what words he should use next to humiliate and anger Zhou Liang.

"bass!"

At this time, with the sound of a saber blare, Tang Yi was stunned to see that Zhou Liang had already broken out of the air with a huge piece of iron hanging from his sword.

Don't even think about it, that piece of iron must weigh fourteen hundred catties, otherwise Elder Black Dragon wouldn't let him go at all.