Guo Lin's figure appeared in front of Qin Bei, stretched out his hand and gently patted Qin Bei's back, and an extremely majestic spiritual power suddenly overflowed from his body.
Qin Bei closed his eyes slightly and started to use his skills to adjust his breathing.
Yun Mo shook his head slowly, and the seriousness in his eyes gradually disappeared until this moment.
If the two of them had not had their spiritual powers banned, there would still be a lot of suspense about who would win in the end.
The power of Xuantian Lihuo Stick is extraordinary. If he had not possessed the psychic sword intention, he would have been extremely likely to lose this battle.
At this time, a beautiful silhouette instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Luo Li's beautiful eyes lifted slightly, and her caring tone made people feel like a spring breeze.
Hearing the sound, Qin Bei slowly opened his eyes, saw the person coming, smiled softly and said: "Little sister, what do you think of Yun Mo's strength?"
Luo Li didn't know why, and looked at Qin Bei with wide beautiful eyes.
"This boy's strength and talent are extraordinary. How about I go back and tell dad to recruit Yun Mo as our son-in-law?"
After the words fell, everyone in the audience couldn't help but look weird.
Qin Bei's voice was not too soft. When he heard this, Yun Mo's mouth twitched and a black line appeared on his forehead.
"Ah...it hurts. Be gentle, I'm still injured!"
Clear screams could be heard, but no one could bear it. Instead, they all looked at Qin Bei with expressions of gloating.
Luo Li glared at Qin Bei pretending to be angry, slightly pursed her red lips, and when she raised her eyes to look at the opposite side, she happened to meet Yun Mo's eyes.
A blush quietly appeared on her pretty face, and then she turned and left, leaving only Qin Bei with a stunned look on his face.
"Little sister, wait for me!"
Seeing the brother and sister leave, Yun Mo smiled faintly and then moved his gaze to the center of the ring.
"Congratulations, little friend, for finally winning."
After a while, Guo Lin recovered from the shock, shook his head, smiled, and said slowly.
Yun Mo said nothing, but a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"What are you doing, little friend?"
Guo Lin was also an old man, and the emotion deep in Yun Mo's eyes could not escape his gaze. However, thinking that this was the first time they met, it made him quite confused.
Under Guo Lin's puzzled gaze, Yun Mo took out the Azure Dragon Token from the storage ring.
"If I remember correctly, the Sheriff once posted the dispute between good teachers on the Dragon Mansion's task list, right?"
Seeing the clear words on the Qinglong Order, Guo Lin was stunned at first, and then he realized it. His face turned blue and white, and there was an unconcealable embarrassment in his expression.
"Lord Sheriff, I was originally here to take on a mission, but I never expected that after arriving in Tianhe County, a dispute between good teachers would appear out of nowhere."
Speaking of this, Yun Mo felt angry. If he hadn't been strong, he would have fallen in front of Ji Yuanyang long ago.
"Although I am not a genius on the Dragon List, I am still a genius cultivated in the Dragon Mansion. Aren't you going to give me some explanation, Lord Sheriff?"
Yun Mo's tone was blunt and reasonable.
Hearing this, everyone below couldn't help but look abnormal.
Feeling the strange looks from all directions, Guo Lin hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, smiled slightly, and said: "Little friend, there are many people here. We should go back to the house first and discuss it later. I promise,
I will definitely give you an explanation."
After taking a look at the sky and seeing that it was getting late, Yun Mo nodded slightly and agreed with this statement.
The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, and dusk fell quietly.
In a rather magnificent pavilion, an old man with white eyebrows was sitting upright, looking at the figure not far away, his eyes full of worry.
"After Yang'er's broken arm is reattached, will it be restored to its original state?"
"Don't worry, Lord City Lord, Master Yuanyang's broken arm was torn off by a huge force, but the man who exerted such force has extraordinary control over the force."
"Therefore, after Master Yuanyang's broken arm is reattached, the sequelae will be minimal."
The middle-aged man standing aside looked upright and leaned over to explain.
"According to what you said, it will still have an impact?"
The white-browed old man's calm words shocked the middle-aged man's body, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to answer.
boom!
"You are so bold, Zhu Zi, you dare to do this to my Yang'er, check, go down and check, find out which bold guy dares to hurt my grandson Tie Ying!"
The white-browed old man slammed the table, anger surged in his heart, and he shouted sternly.
Plop!
The middle-aged man standing aside could not withstand the pressure and immediately fell to his knees, with cold sweat pouring down his back.
At this time, a tall man in green shirt with a solemn face came over.
"Father, calm down first. Yang'er has woken up, but..."
The middle-aged man spoke for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue.
"It's okay, just tell me. I, Tie Ying, have been in the nine counties of Tianhe for more than ten years. Apart from the county guards, I don't need to be polite to anyone else!"
Seeing the other party's coquettish posture, the white-browed old man narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke frankly.
"The person who defeated Yuanyang was not someone else, but a disciple of the Dragon Mansion whom I met in this battle between good teachers."
The man in blue shirt lowered his head, his eyes solemn.
Hearing this, the white-browed old man raised his eyebrows, paused for a long time and said, "Longbang disciple?"
"No, he is an ordinary inner disciple." The man in blue shirt said solemnly.
"How is this possible for an ordinary inner disciple?"
When the white-browed old man heard this, his first reaction was disbelief. An ordinary inner disciple had the ability to defeat Yang'er?
"No, father, you'd better take a look at this."
As he spoke, the man in blue shirt took out a yellowed booklet.
After taking the booklet, the white-browed old man opened it without hesitation, but the more he looked down, the more horrified he looked.
For a long time, the two looked at each other and sighed.
"It seems that it is unrealistic to want to take revenge on Yang'er."
The white-browed old man spoke weakly, his previous domineering attitude disappearing at this moment.
Less than a month after entering the palace, he won the first place in the outer palace competition. As soon as he entered the inner palace, he actually had the cultivation strength of the Lingyuan realm.
Moreover, what made him most incredible was that a boy of only sixteen years old actually understood the legendary psychic sword intention.
Horror and shock filled their faces.
Ji Yuanyang has been known as a genius rarely seen in Xueshang City for a century since he was a child. Later, he did not disappoint them, and even relied on his own strength to obtain the title of Young Master Fenxin.
But compared with Yun Mo, it obviously pales in comparison, and there is no comparison at all.
"Grandpa, father, you don't have to worry. As long as I recover from my injuries, I will definitely practice hard. One day, I will definitely avenge this broken arm!"
After Ji Yuanyang said these words, he left directly, leaving only a slightly lonely figure behind the two of them.
"well!"
In the empty pavilion, a lament echoed, seemingly filled with helplessness and heartache.
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In the northwest of Tianhe County, there is a magnificent mansion, Guo Mansion.
In the back hall of Guo Mansion, Yun Mo was led by his servants to the side hall. After putting down the tea cup in his hand, two figures slowly walked into his eyes.
Yun Mo stood up, leaned over slightly, and said, "I've seen the county governor!"
"Haha, little friend, there is no need to be too polite. After all, you have become Yuan'er's master in the past three months. You and I are already 'equal', so these complicated etiquettes are unnecessary."
"Yuan'er, come here to meet your master."
Guo Lin smiled faintly and said to the young man beside him.
Hearing the sound, the young man nodded, took a step forward, bent down towards Yun Mo and cupped his hands and said: "Disciple Guo Yuan pays homage to master!"
"Well, no need to be polite."
Yun Mo nodded slightly and carefully looked at the thirteen-year-old boy in front of him, with surprise in his eyes.
Seeing the look flashing in Yun Mo's eyes, Guo Lin had some idea and said: "Yuan'er, you go down first and come back to see your master tomorrow."
"My child obeys!"
The boy's height barely reached Yun Mo's shoulders, but there was a completely different determination on his young face.
"You all go down!"
Guo Lin's eyes were sharp and he waved his hand to the other people in the side hall.
"Yes!" everyone responded.
After a while, only Yun Mo and Guo Lin were left in the side hall.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp sword intent suddenly filled the entire room, but soon disappeared again, and everyone in the huge Guo Mansion suddenly felt a surge of sharpness in their hearts.
Yun Mo raised his eyebrows, because in his sight, Guo Lin took out a... grass with flashing light!
The sword intent just now came from this grass?
Yun Mo slowly pondered, a light flashed in his eyes, and said: "Could this be... Sword Spirit Grass?"
Hearing this, Guo Lin's eyes were full of surprise, "Not only is my talent amazing, my little friend also has great eyesight!"
Hearing this, Yun Mo glanced at the other party with some loftiness. This sword spirit grass was an extremely rare spiritual creature from heaven and earth, and its effect was even more terrifying than the thousand-year-old blood ganoderma.
Because Sword Spirit Grass can help a swordsman understand... the true meaning of swordsmanship!