Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

The Star Contest is a grand event that spreads across hundreds of states, and every time there will be amazing talents.

Therefore, every time the Stars compete for the list, in addition to those who participate in the competition, all forces in the Baizhou will pay attention to this matter, and recruit and attract talents from it.

These geniuses will grow up in the future, and they will be the masters of the land of Baizhou and the powerhouses in the future.

When the competition for the list began, many ancient and powerful forces began to act in all parts of the Baizhou, sending people to each state to find talented people who could win over and make friends.

During this period of time, Mo Que occupied the top spot in Qingzhou City, and its name was already known by those powerful people.

However, among the various forces, very few are optimistic about Mo Que, because although Mo Que has strength, it is only a body cultivator.

The road of Martial Dao has been broken and has been in decline for many years. Those big forces want to win over people who can become strong in the future. No matter how strong Mo Que is today, in their eyes, it has little value.

There is only one person who has been paying attention to the name of Mo Que when he first arrived here.

"Is it really him?"

At this time, when Mo Que and Qu Hanyou were fighting in the arena, there were countless people from outside Qingzhou who had a deeper background than the five major forces in Qingzhou, watching the battle silently.

Among these people, there was a blue-clothed woman who stared blankly at Mo Que on the stage. In her mind, there appeared in her mind a supreme arrogance who used to look down on Baizhou a few years ago.

"boom!"

Above the ring, Mo Que's martial body devoured the fire of the world, and a fist as dazzling as the sun slammed out.

All over Qingzhou, as far as Jianlou and as close as Ye's house, at this moment, all those who watched the battle through the Shadow Talisman were only left with a dazzling golden light and could see nothing.

Under the ring, the spectators also closed their eyes tightly, unable to look directly at Mo Que's dazzling fist.

When the dazzling golden light finally disappeared, on the ring, the outcome was already divided.

I saw that Qu Hanyou was shattered half of his body by Mo Que's punch, blood dripping all over the floor.

His face was pale, and he insisted not to fall down. He looked straight at Mo Que, and said tragically: "It is inevitable that the Martial Dao road will be cut off. Even if you defeat me today, I, a Dao Palace disciple, will definitely cut the martial arts completely. Break!"

Mo Que didn't say anything, defeating a Qu Hanyou is not something to be proud of. Dao Palace's real hope is not this person, but Qin Yuanming who Lou Yuchen once said.

"thump!"

Qu Hanyou fell to the ground and died, and the seven spirit beads fell to the ground one after another.

The seven beads fell to the ground, and the sound was almost inaudible, but it was transmitted to all parts of Qingzhou through the teleportation talisman, but it sounded like seven thunders, resounding in the ears of people watching the battle.

On the top of the sword building, Yao Lao watched the battle without saying a word. Not only did he not see joy in his eyes, but he looked even more worried. He clenched his fists quietly and murmured, "Dao Palace..."

In a certain city, Lou Yuchen, the evildoer of the sword pavilion, raised his hand, and the image in front of him dissipated.

For some reason, he inexplicably remembered the sword inserted on the top of the monument on the Sword Tower's Lunjian Peak.

"boom!"

In the Ye family, the owner of the Ye family crushed a cup in his hand. Although he was speechless, his eyes were so savage that he dared not look directly.

As a disciple of Jianlou, Mo Que fought for the top spot in a city, but he could win without using a sword, which made him extremely reluctant to accept it.

It should be noted that the stronger Mo Que's strength is now, the more it shows how stupid the Ye family was back then, to force such a character to betray the Ye family and claim to have shed the blood of the Ye family.

And what made Ye Rufeng choked up even more was that after this battle, the number of Stars owned by Mo Que had reached 500, far surpassing the top of any city in the five cities. "Shh!"

On the top of a mountain, Qin Yuanming, the first evildoer of Dao Palace, watched the battle and scattered the image in front of him.

He had no waves in the ancient well, and there was no expression on his face, as if even if Mo Que defeated Qu Hanyou, he would not make many waves.

"It seems that this person is not the bait of the Jianlou." Next to her, the woman who frowned and smiled softly said, her tone equally calm.

"Whether he is a bait, it makes no difference to me." Qin Yuanming was as calm as ever.

Regardless of whether Mo Que is the bait of the Sword Tower, he will not allow Martial Dao to survive anyway. No matter how powerful Mo Que is, in his eyes, he is nothing but a mortal person.

All over Qingzhou, it is no longer calm, and there is a lot of discussion.

After this battle, the number of Stars in Mo Que has doubled compared to the top places in each city.

Those big forces began to be unable to hold back, and if they didn't let their real geniuses take action at this time, it would undoubtedly be very difficult to catch up with Mo Que later.

Although Mo Que can only occupy one Star list at most, but those forces have been fighting for many years, and no one is willing to let Jianlou compare to the number of Stars.

The cities were surging, and Mo Que was staring blankly at Qu Hanyou's corpse.

Dao Palace is already so powerful as a bait, what kind of power will Qin Yuanming have?

He didn't dare to be arrogant, but he still didn't know what kind of grievances between Dao Palace and Martial Dao, only that Dao Palace's disciples would not tolerate Martial Dao, and Qin Yuanming would definitely not allow him after this.

"Humph!"

A cold snort with killing intent sounded under the ring.

Mo Que is very sharp now, and when he looks back, he sees a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

This man has murderous eyes, but he has never seen it before.

I saw the man said coldly: "Little beast, if you kill my son, my Yun family will definitely not let you go, and I will use your corpse to bury my son with me!"

"The head of the Yun family?" Only then did Mo Que guess the man's identity and sneered, "If your Yun family wants to avenge Yun Hanzhou, what are the means, and I will follow!"

He increasingly agreed with what Yao Lao said, fists are the biggest truth, and the general truth is completely incomprehensible with these people.

Therefore, although Yun Hanzhou deceived him in the first place, and he died, he did not want to defend himself at this time. If the Yun family wanted to take revenge, then let them come!

"You cripple, you are as low as grass, your ten thousand lives are not worth the boat, and ten thousand deaths are hard to redeem!" Yun Lingshan, the head of the Yun family, said with hatred in his eyes, "I will definitely make you regret the original, calling you a lifetime. Tortured and killed with hatred!"

Mo Que remembered Yun Hanzhou's domineering and publicity in the past, and looking at the same cruel, vicious and unreasonable head of the Yun family, he finally knew where Yun Hanzhou's personality came from.

He was too lazy to explain and said, "I'm waiting!"

Yun Lingshan didn't say much more and walked away.

After the first battle, Mo Que now has more than 500 Stars, and most people are completely afraid to challenge. Even if he takes the initiative to challenge, the opponent will often admit defeat and leave half of the Stars.

Mo Que had a feeling for this battle, and he didn't plan to fight anyone again. He jumped off the ring, left this place, and returned to the inn where he temporarily lived in Qingye City.

He walked all the way, and when he came to a place where no one was there, he stopped and said, "Follow me all the way, should you come out?"

When the words fell, a woman walked out behind her, wearing a long blue dress, and smiled indifferently: "Young Master, don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions, I just want to have a chat with Master."

Mo Que looked at this woman he had never met before, only to feel that the woman looked at him with mixed emotions.