Absolute control over the start, I will develop my own immortality

According to regulations, when a sword fight occurs, the sect must send at least three referees to serve as witnesses and ensure fairness.

Among them, there must be a being whose cultivation level is a little higher than that of the two sword fighting parties, in order to ensure the life safety of both sword fighting parties.

For this sword fight, the Internal Affairs Hall, the Spiritual Medicine Hall, and the Alchemy Hall each sent one person as the referee.

At the same time, a sword hall disciple was invited to ensure safety.

Because they were sent by the sect and not invited by the sword fighting parties, fairness could be guaranteed to a certain extent.

Besides, Xu Mi didn't have the ability to bribe different disciples from the four halls.

"Which of you knows who Li Daoyuan is?"

"Then how do we know? Who knows which remote village the people sent by Longling Pavilion were born in?"

"No matter what the background is, when you come to the Sword Immortal Pavilion, you will be surrounded by dragons and tigers! Can a middle-stage foundation-building person sent from outside still defeat Xu Mo?"

"Then how many attacks do you think Li Daoyuan can survive?"

"It's hard to say. To be able to reach the middle stage of foundation building, you must have two brushes in your hands. Besides, the people in Longling Pavilion are all rich, and they may have some top-quality spiritual weapons hidden in them!"

"Let me guess...it takes fifteen moves!"

"Once you underestimate others, I guess it will take twenty moves."

The three foundation-building monks from the Internal Affairs Hall, the Spiritual Medicine Hall, and the Alchemy Hall knew each other, and even became familiar with each other because of the relationship between the various halls, and started chatting with each other.

Only the late-stage foundation-builder invited by the sword hall held the sword in both hands and closed his eyes to rest without saying a word.

The three foundation-building monks were not surprised, they were completely accustomed to it.

The sword hall is the most special hall in the sect. On weekdays, it does nothing but practice.

The sect's welfare benefits for the sword hall are also the best.

Of course, in addition to benefits, other resources are needed, and they must also be exchanged for tasks and sect contributions.

But even so, it is much better than other halls that are busy all day long.

Under such treatment, all the disciples of the Sword Hall have advanced cultivation, exquisite swordsmanship, and unparalleled fighting power. They are the sharpest swords in the sect.

The best treatment, the strongest combat power, and the best training.

This is the sword hall.

Because the inside is too involution, it can be said that the disciples of the sword hall are practicing while walking, sitting and lying down, so naturally they have no extra thoughts to make friends with the disciples of other halls.

Therefore, they often appear very cold and difficult to approach.

It is worth mentioning that Xu Mo is also a disciple of the Sword Hall.

"Twenty moves, just twenty moves! Do you dare to bet?"

"Of course! What are you betting on?"

"What are you betting on? Within a sect, the sect's contribution is naturally the most important, so let's bet on this. I'll give you 20 moves and 500 contributions!"

"Then I'll take fifteen moves."

"I... the people from Longling Pavilion are all quite wealthy. I'll be a little safer and give them thirty moves."

While the three foundation builders were talking, they had already placed a small bet.

At this moment, the sword hall disciple suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Here he comes."

The formation in the Spiritual Medicine Garden was opened, and a monk in green robes walked out. He first bowed slightly to everyone around him, and then said to Xu Mo: "Senior Brother Xu Mo, you are polite."

Because of this move, everyone around him felt good.

There were more than a hundred monks around, but only a few voices with malicious thoughts surfaced.

"Hmph, you're just pretending! An outsider still wants to make a name for himself in our Sword Immortal Pavilion? He's looking for death! I'll let you be embarrassed in front of everyone later. Let's see what kind of fame you can make."

"How dare you refuse my invitation several times in a row, you don't know what's good or bad!"

"Idiot! Think you can integrate into the Sword Immortal Pavilion just like this? Treatment and dignity are not earned, but earned!"

The first of these voices came from Xu Mi, and the latter came from Zhao Feilong and Zhang Lin.

Zhou Ming did not expect that the two leaders were purely malicious, but it was Zhang Lin who had some life insights in his heart.

As for Xu Mo himself...

"Cut the nonsense!"

He walked out from the crowd and shouted: "There are some things you shouldn't get your hands on!"

There was no need to listen to what was in his heart, he said it directly.

He has a young face and looks to be only twenty years old.

In fact, he's not that old, just in his early thirties. This age is too young for the early stage of foundation building, not to mention that he is already in the middle stage of foundation building.

He stood there, exuding a fierce aura, like a sharp sword, shining with a dangerous edge.

When he spoke, his tone was arrogant.

As a well-known genius in the sect, Xu Mi was persuaded to challenge Zhou Ming not only because Xu Mi was from the same clan as him, but also because he was one of the radicals himself and could not stand a person of the dragon spirit system. , and became famous within the sect.

"In this case, Senior Brother Xu, I'm offended."

From Zhou Ming's storage bag, a sword shadow flew out, and in an instant, it turned into dozens of sword lights.

This is the top-quality flying sword that Zhou Ming bought for the inner demon clone to use. It is called the 'Thousand Shadow Sword'. The flying sword itself has the ability to divide the light of the sword.

Zhou Ming then used the Flying Light Sword Shadow Technique, and dozens of sword lights flickered out of thin air, suddenly increasing tenfold.

Hundreds of sword lights filled half the sky.

Although most of them are illusory lights and shadows, the momentum is indeed huge.

After Zhou Ming finished doing this, he made another seal in his hand, and white clouds surged out around him, spreading around in the blink of an eye.

But he himself was hidden in the clouds and completely disappeared.

"It's just a flashy trick, but you dare to use it to embarrass yourself? You're still hiding here, you are indeed an insect!"

Xu Mo did not hide his dislike for Zhou Ming, or the dragon spirit system.

Although he said this, he became serious in his heart.

"The best spiritual weapon... and that move, it should be a fifth-level spell! I didn't expect this person to be really capable. If I want to defeat him within ten moves, I have to put in more effort."

"go with!"

He put his fingers together, shouted low, and flew out the sword in his hand.

As expected of a disciple of the great sect and a famous genius in the Sword Immortal Pavilion, when the flying sword was released, it condensed the surrounding spiritual energy, like a big dragon cutting through the air and flying straight into the clouds and mist.

The sword energy was so awe-inspiring that even the many monks fighting tens of meters away felt a hint of sharpness.

It's really scary.

Hundreds of sword lights flying in the sky roared down, trying to stop him.

But as Xu Mo said, it's flashy.

The sword light split into hundreds of lines, which seemed to be shocking, but in fact the strength also divided accordingly. It was enough to use the strong to defeat the weak, but against the strong, this method was completely useless.

These hundreds of sword lights, in front of Xu Mo Fei's sword, were like a raging train hitting hundreds of raindrops, without even the slightest effect.

The next moment, the flying sword pierced into the clouds and mist, blowing away half of the clouds and mist, but the remaining half of the clouds and mist was quite strong.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the clouds and mist.

The flying sword stabbed directly into the man's abdomen and passed through him.

The figure was carried and flew more than ten meters before falling to the ground.

The clouds and fog dissipated in an instant.

When everyone took a look, the person who was stabbed through the abdomen was none other than Li Daoyuan!