Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Both of them use swords and are masters of swordsmanship.

Sparks suddenly appeared as the sword blades rubbed against each other, and the swords collided with a crisp metallic sound.

"call out!"

Mo Wuyan suddenly turned around and slashed down with his long sword, bringing with it a biting cold light and going straight to Zhuge Qingchen's throat.

Zhuge Qingchen was keenly aware of the danger and hurriedly moved to the left.

The cold blade slashed down against his neck, slicing off a section of a green brick next to him.

He was horrified in his heart and quickly raised his sword to resist.

But this time, Mo Wuyan's movements were much sharper than before.

Zhuge Qingchen was tired of being on guard and could only cope with it, gradually losing ground.

"clang!"

After a heavy blow, Zhuge Qingchen staggered and took a few steps back before steadying himself.

Mo Wuyan chased after him and struck him in the chest with another palm.

This palm seemed to carry the force of thunder. Zhuge Qingchen raised his hands urgently to defend himself, but he still received this heavy blow and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother Zhuge!"

Lin Yanran's face at the table suddenly changed, and her pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead. She stood up suddenly and looked nervously towards the center of the field.

The corners of Mo Wuyan's mouth curled up slightly, and the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Zhuge Qingchen's chest.

"Senior Brother Zhuge, you lose."

Zhuge Qingchen wiped away the stain on his mouth and took a deep breath, "I lost."

He then walked off the ring and walked away, not irritated by his failure.

Lin Yanran immediately set off and followed him.

"Senior brother Mo Wuyan actually won?!"

There was an uproar off the field.

Everyone was shocked.

"Before Senior Brother Zhuge came in, Senior Brother Mo had been firmly ranked first on the Heavenly Ranking. It's not surprising that he won this time. I can only say that the former number one on the Heavenly Ranking is back this time!"

"I thought someone would finally come to punish Senior Brother Mo, but I didn't expect it."

"Senior Brother Zhuge was seriously injured by Brother Mo's blow. That means Senior Brother Zhuge is very strong. If it had been anyone else, he would have been lying on the ground not knowing whether to live or die. Who would dare to fight against Senior Brother Mo next?"

"Then I'm afraid that in the next duel involving Senior Brother Mo, the opponent will abstain."

All the disciples looked bitter, shook their heads and sighed.

Mo Wuyan raised his lips with satisfaction, slowly turned his head, and happened to meet Song Ci's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Song Ci took the lead to look away.

He turned around and tugged on Tang Shi's sleeves tightly, breathing heavily, showing his inner tension.

"Senior Brother Mo is so strong!" He murmured, a wave of enthusiasm welling up in his eyes.

Tang Shi pursed her lips and said, "Yeah."

A one-word answer came out of the nasal cavity, simple and concise, without any emotional fluctuations.

Mo Wuyan was indeed strong.

He has rich combat experience and his methods are sharp and courageous.

After all, the time Zhuge Qingchen entered Taoism was too short to make up for these gaps.

Song Ci immediately clasped his hands together and prayed to the sky: "Gods and Buddhas above, give me Song Ci a face. When he is shortlisted for the top [-] on the heavenly list, don't arrange for Senior Brother Mo to be his opponent!"

Tang poetry: "..."

But sometimes, dreams are always beautiful.

-

Fourth day.

Still a lottery.

"Junior Brother Song Ci, what's your number?" Mo Wuyan asked with a smile.

Song Ci innocently stretched out his hand without any precautions and shook it, "Seventeen."

Mo Wuyan nodded, then returned to the auditorium and asked around who No. [-] was.

Lin Yanran had a dull face and looked at Mo Wuyan coldly, as if she wanted to tear him into pieces.

"Why does Junior Sister Lin look at me like this?" Mo Wuyan asked in confusion.

Lin Yanran glared at him.

Yesterday she went to chase Zhuge Qingchen but failed to catch him.

But Zhuge Qingchen's injury was definitely more serious than she imagined!

Hurt the person she likes and ask her why?

The more you think, the more angry you are!

At this moment, Mo Wuyan noticed the bamboo stick in Lin Yanran's hand.

Number seventeen on a red background.

The smile on his face became even bigger, "Junior sister Lin, can we switch to each other?"

"No change!" Lin Yanran refused coldly.

"How about I exchange it for a spirit-gathering pill?" Mo Wuyan coaxed.

The Spirit Gathering Pill is suitable for monks in the foundation-building stage. Taking it can improve their cultivation.

The materials for refining the Spirit Gathering Pill are extremely rare and hard to find.

The entire sect couldn't find a single one.

Lin Yanran's eyes brightened slightly when she heard this, but when she thought of Zhuge Qingchen being seriously injured by him, she immediately regained her composure.

"Brother, keep it for yourself."

"Junior sister, do you really don't want it?"

Lin Yanran struggled in her heart for a moment, "I can exchange it with my senior brother for something else."

"I just want the number in Junior Sister's hand." Mo Wuyan said stubbornly.

Lin Yanran lowered her eyes and looked at the bamboo stick in her hand, a little puzzled.

No matter who the opponent is, no one else can beat him anyway, so why would he choose to switch with her?

Are you actually willing to take out the precious Spirit Gathering Pill?

She was heartbroken.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yanran compromised and agreed.

"Since senior brother insists on changing, then okay."

Nothing is as important as improving your cultivation right now.

She also wants to enter the late stage of foundation building as soon as possible!

After the two reached a consensus, Mo Wuyan took out the elixir from his storage bag and handed it to Lin Yanran.

Lin Yanran also handed him the bamboo stick in her hand.

In this way, the transaction between the two is completed.

The number seventeen was very close to the front. Before Mo Wuyan could warm the bamboo stick in his hand, he heard an elder announcing it loudly from the high platform.

"No. [-], Arena No. [-]."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wuyan took the lead and jumped onto the ring.

The people in Yigan, who were originally noisy and discussing the last game, suddenly became silent.

They all looked at Mo Wuyan with various emotions in their hearts.

It was unexpectedly that Senior Brother Mo Wuyan came on stage again.

I don’t know if this opponent will abstain.

Mo Wuyan stood on the ring, swept around the ring, and finally fixed his gaze on Song Ci.

……

"Senior sister, I, I..." Song Ci stuttered for a long time, unable to hold back a word.

He panicked.

There were more than two hundred people, how could they be so lucky to meet Mo Wuyan!

He really can't beat it!

Tang Shi patted his shoulder and said, "Come on."

Song Ci was on the verge of crying, "Senior sister, how sure do you think I can win?"

Tang Shi pondered for a moment and replied seriously: "Let's open it at [-]."

Song Ci's lips trembled slightly and his face turned pale.

Nine open?

What the senior sister said before about him having an affair with senior brother Zhuge is still echoing in his ears.

With one strike from the senior brother's sword, he split into nine pieces.

It’s really scary to think about it.

Tang Shi stared at him for a moment, then handed him his sword: "Take it."

"Sister?"

Song Ci held the hilt of the sword with trembling hands and looked at her in confusion.

Tang Shi spoke slowly: "Let me ask you again, how confident are you in this one?"

Her speaking speed is very slow and her tone is not high, but it makes people feel very oppressive.

Song Ci was stunned for a long time.

One-nine-open turns out to be really one-nine open!

He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, his heart was surging, and he said loudly: "Ninety percent!"

"Okay, let's go." Tang Shi waved his hand lazily.