The Sword Discussion Conference was approaching, and the atmosphere in Taixu Sect suddenly became tense.
From top to bottom, everyone's heart is filled with tension.
Mr. Xun has not shown up for a long time.
Now all formation classes, from lesson preparation, class delivery, to homework correction, are all handled by one person, Mo Hua.
Old Mr.
Even the head of Taixu is not so leisurely.
When Mo Hua went to feed the big white dog, he met the boss a few times and found that he looked a little haggard and his thick black hair had finally begun to fall down.
In addition, the elders Mo Hua saw were all in a hurry and had solemn expressions. They were busy preparing various matters for the sword discussion conference according to their respective tasks.
The most nervous ones are the disciples of Taixu Sect.
Because they were the ones participating in the sword debate.
The sect's honor, family interests, and personal future are all tied to this competition.
Everyone felt as if there was a stone hanging in their hearts, making them uneasy, and also like a stone pressing down on them, making them unable to breathe.
During the intense practice and fighting, the disciples' expressions became more solemn and solemn.
Even when eating, he didn't talk much.
At noon, the disciples stayed.
Mo Hua gnawed on the chicken leg, looked left and right, and found that the dining hall, which was originally bustling with people chatting and laughing, seemed to be covered with frost. Everyone was eating with their heads covered, not saying a word, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
Shake his head.
This is not good.
If the atmosphere is too dull, it will cause indigestion.
Mo Hua turned his head again and looked at Cheng Mo aside.
Cheng Mo, who was originally nagging, was really "silent" now, with a sullen face and chewing on an elbow.
Mo Hua handed him a chicken drumstick.
Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw the ink painting, and said slowly: "Thank you, little senior brother."
Mo Hua then asked him, "How is your sword practice going?"
Cheng Mo nodded and said: "It's okay——"
But his expression was unsteady, and he was obviously not that confident.
Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don't you have a good foundation? Don't you have any confidence?"
Cheng Mo felt depressed and didn't want to speak at all, but he had to reply to Mo Hua's words. After thinking for a moment, he sighed:
"Senior Brother, to tell you the truth, I have almost no shortcomings in my cultivation, whether it's my physical strength, my muscles, or my Taoist skills. In my Cheng family, I'm ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first."
"But this is the boundary of Qianxue State. The four sects and eight sects are the place where only the "top" disciples can come. My qualifications can only be regarded as standard, and I just rely on my rough skin and thick flesh."
, and still be better than others.”
"When it comes to swords, when it comes to competing with the geniuses of various sects, I - I really don't have any advantage -"
Cheng Mo didn't have much confidence in his heart.
Situ Jian and the others next to him also nodded.
In their respective families, there is no doubt that they are one of the two "people".
In other parts of Kyushu, it is a rare "genius" for a century.
Not to mention anything else, just fish a disciple in Taixu Gate, and throw it into the Big Heishan State boundary from the ink painting. It is definitely the "sensational party" Tianjiao.
But these days are all gathered in the realm of Xuexue, because they are all "people" in the family,
Relatively speaking, it is all "pan -generations". There is no outstanding ability, and naturally it seems to be in everyone.
Not Cheng Mo is weak, but it is really that the disciples around them are too strong.
There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside.
Above the genius, there is always a stronger "genius"
Cheng Mo's "genius" just entered the world of Ganxue and saw the threshold of stronger genius.
Ink painting is a little bit.
Fortunately, I was awareness of the consciousness. In a coincidence, I walked the "back door".
If not, with his qualifications, the threshold of entering the realm of the State State cannot be reached, let alone to worship too much, when Cheng Mo's little brother.
Mo Hui counted a few times, and found that in today's too virtual door, it can really be regarded as "top genius". Only the "merit" laughed.
Linghu laughed, and the disciples of Chongxu.
The sword heart is bright, and its kendo talent, even in the history of once rushing to the door, is a rare five hundred years.
If it wasn't for the three consistent streams, it would not even be the only "top genius" in Taixumen.
Ink painting is a little unhappy, but if you think about it, you think it is reasonable.
The top genius naturally wants to worship the four top four.
Other talents can be divided into eight doors.
The four major ancestors got the top genius, and when the sword was winning, naturally, he could always take the lead.
With always occupying the leader, you can naturally always collect the top genius of the sac.
If they do not accept it, they will turn the eight gates, twelve states, and the one who goes down.
In this case, it is actually difficult to collect a few real genius. It is actually difficult.
"Not only the spiritual stone and the inheritance are differentiated, but the talent is also differentiation-"
Mo painting sighs.
The only special is Tai Amen three years ago.
At that time, Tai Amen was ranked first in eight gates. The reputation was quite prosperous. There were two or three top geniuses in Zongmen.
However, the top genius is inevitable, and it is a teenager. The blood is qi. Because of the routes, the qualifications of the "Sword" are banned.
After that, when the sword was defeated, Tai Amen was a little bit out.
Today's too much door, on the surface, it is the three sections, and the three talents have gathered.
However, because the "sharp turtle" was pinched, it was not as much as the Taima Men who ranked first in the eight doors.
Even in a sense, a lot of weakened.
It's just a bit more people.
Ink painting frowned.
Such a detailed calculation, the situation of the sword too much, is really not optimistic at all.
No wonder the head began to lose hair.
"No, it seems not just not optimistic ———————
Mo Hua turned to think that the original Tai Amen was the "sister -in -law" in his early presence, which was the first to carry the firepower of the four major classes.
Chong Xumen is a buffer of the waist, and some pressures are also shared.
Tai Xu Gate ranked at the end, and the pressure was the smallest.
But now, Tai Xumen has "storage" Tai Amen and Chuangxumen, which is equivalent to leading all the "firepower" to themselves.
All the pressure is in one, and the "encirclement and suppression" of the four major programs alone
The situation is severe.
Ink paintings are headaches for the head.
"I don't know how much can the head of the head left after the sword conference was over---"
Mo painting began to feel distressed.
To be continued...