Ancestor of Magic

In the first round, the competition was about basic skills. No one could use spells and could only win with the wooden sword in their hands.

Unfortunately, none of the five families were arranged to compete together, and they were all separated to compete with other Taoists.

Those who competed with members of the six families, when they knew who they were about to face, their legs went limp in fright.

Even those who competed with Zhong Chen and Jin Lin directly chose to abstain, and the two won without a fight and successfully advanced to the next round.

As for the other people, they didn't have much chance of winning in their hearts, they just had the mentality of giving it a try, or being lucky. However, one of these people unconsciously twitched when he saw the person he was about to face. He pulled out a smile, secretly delighted in his heart.

That person is Zhang Yu, a son of a family with a small surname who is unknown in the world, and the person who competes with him is Bai Mohan.

Everyone was well aware of Bai Mohan's level, so he felt that he had already won.

Suddenly, when the gong sounded, everyone fell silent. However, the expressions on everyone's faces were different, some were full of confidence, and some were frowning.

This competition was presided over by Elder Daoqing. As usual, he drank some spirits first, brushed his beard, and then opened his mouth slowly.

"Okay, the competition starts now. The first match is between Ning Ze and Qiu Chengtong."

After Elder Daoqing finished speaking, Ning Ze raised his head and chest, walked steadily, and walked up to the stage with a serious face, while Qiu Chengtong hesitated, and walked up slowly, so that everyone would shake their heads and worry about him.

On the stage of the competition, the two of them went through the competition ceremony, and then they were ready to fight, but Ning Ze kept his hands behind his back, and had no intention of using the sword at all.

Qiu Chengtong didn't care whether he wanted to use it or not, he just rushed over, but he didn't know if he was too nervous, or for some reason, he fell like a dog and ate shit, which made the people below laugh.

And Ning Ze stood aside, watching everything indifferently, but didn't deal with him immediately, as if he was teasing him.

However, Qiu Chengtong's eyes were red in the face of repeated failures, and he lost his composure and slashed at Ning Ze with his wooden sword.

At this moment, Ning Ze raised the corners of his mouth and pulled out a playful smile, but he got up and kicked Qiu Chengtong off the ring.

Everyone sighed for a moment and shook their heads again and again, and this also made other people who had not yet appeared on stage feel even more stressed.

"Ning Ze wins." Elder Daoqing said loudly, beating the gong at the moment Qiu Chengtong fell.

"Next, Wang Tianming to Lin Tao." Elder Daoqing said as before, completely ignoring Qiu Chengtong who fell to the ground.

And Wang Tianming was obviously much more straightforward than Ning Ze, and Lin Tao was already defeated within a moment of going directly to the stage.

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After a few rounds, it was finally Bai Mohan's turn to play. When he walked up, Zhang Yu also strode up with his back straightened, with a smug smile on his face, a look of condescending, disdainful Staring at Bai Mohan, it felt like he could kick Bai Mohan off in the next second.

And many people in the audience also hoped that Bai Mohan would be out. After all, no one liked this person who came through the back door. Moreover, Bai Mohan was out, and they had an extra chance.

After the two of them saluted with the person just now, Zhang Yu stepped back, ready to make a move, but Bai Mohan was still lazy, showing no posture at all.

Being so ignored by a person who walked through the back door, Zhang Yu withdrew his posture, and said displeasedly: "Takashi, what do you mean?"

Bai Mohan yawned, leaned lazily against the pillar, lowered his eyebrows, looked like he was about to fall asleep, and said listlessly: "It's boring."

Seeing Bai Mohan's appearance, Zhang Yu was so angry that his face almost twisted, and the hand holding the wooden sword had bruised veins.

He didn't dare to say whether Bai Mohan was going to fight, so he rushed directly to Bai Mohan's kan, but Bai Mohan covered his head to hide, then ran and shouted.

"Killed, killed, I said, you little bastard, you dare to kill me, do you know, you can call me grandpa, you are so disrespectful, beware of thunder."

Zhang Yu was chasing after him, while Bai Mohan kept evasive and ran all over the ring. Everyone present, seeing Bai Mohan's appearance, shook their heads speechlessly.

Only Mo Yunxi, who knew about Bai Mohan's plan, laughed all of a sudden, and this smile happened to fall into Jin Lin's eyes.

At this moment, although Jin Ling looked calm, the teacup in his hand had been split from the middle and became two halves.

Afterwards, the gaze towards Bai Mohan was already like a sharp sword, which could kill him anytime and anywhere.

After several rounds, Zhang Yu didn't hurt him at all, instead he was panting because of chasing him, but Bai Mohan didn't even have a breath.

Bai Mohan turned around, frowned frivolously, put his hands on his hips, stared at Zhang Yu innocently, and said, "Hey! I said who, if we don't fight, how about I treat you to a chicken? Anyway, no matter whether you win or lose, I will win you." You are the master's apprentice, this will never change, why are you working so hard?"

Bai Mohan's words completely enraged Zhang Yu, he stared fiercely at Bai Mohan with his eyes, and said with gritted teeth: "I'm sorry, it's because there are people like you around. The family will never have a bright future."

As soon as Bai Mohan heard that Zhang Yu blamed him for the reason why other surnames were unknown, he pretended to be nervous and waved his hands at Zhang Yu: "Hey, hey, this meal can be eaten indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. You have no status in the arena, it's none of my business! If you want to blame, blame your ancestors for not accumulating virtue, or you are too stupid."

"Zhong Zong, I'll kill you." Zhang Yu roared suddenly, pulled out a real sword from the wooden sword in his hand, and stabbed Bai Mohan in between.

Seeing that the sword was about to stab Bai Mohan, Bai Mohan was about to make a move, but at this moment, a short sword passed directly in front of Bai Mohan's eyes, and Zhang Yu's sword broke instantly. Yunxi suddenly appeared and pushed Bai Mohan away. Zhang Yu's sword, which was broken by an inch, directly pierced Mo Yunxi's left shoulder.

At the moment when the sword entered the sword, a shattered cup fragment was directly inserted into Zhang Yu's throat, blood splashed all over the moment, and he died directly to the end.

Because everything happened so fast, everyone couldn't react at all. Mo Yunxi raised his head and looked at Jin Ling who was standing on the balcony with a cold face.

Mo Yunxi slowly moved his gaze down, and found that his hand was also dripping blood, Mo Yunxi frowned, and thought to himself: "Could it be that this is hurting others and yourself? Jin Lin, why are you doing it? "