Cang Yiyun was really dissatisfied. He didn't expect Mo Wen's strength to be so strong. The killing swordsmanship, the peak of the late sword essence, the 80% level of sword intent, and the weird sword style that aroused the inner demons, all exploded together and were completely unprepared. If
He had been on guard for a long time. Mo Wen could not succeed so easily! But a sword show is a sword show, only the result is important. He had to accept this fact. High-speed updates
"I will fight you again at the Sword Club!"
Cang Yiyun looked at Mo Wen: "I keep my word, and all the previous festivals have been wiped out."
Although he has a bad nature as a famous disciple of the Shang Sect, he is still a person who can take responsibility. Cang Yiyun can admit defeat calmly, which makes Feng Ge and others' inner rejection a lot weaker. At least they are much better than those who can't afford to lose.
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Liu Zhenxuan just smiled faintly and wrote it off? Can it really be written off? I'm afraid these young disciples from Kunlun Island are eager to eat their flesh.
"Several of you, I have offended you many times before. Now please follow me to Yaochi." Cang Yiyun pointed out his hand.
Feng Ge and others sighed inwardly. Sure enough, only the strong can win respect. After Mo Wen showed the strength to be on an equal footing with him, Cang Yiyun's attitude immediately changed.
Liu Zhenxuan and Mo Wen looked at each other and nodded. Kunlun Island had lowered its profile to give them enough face. If they didn't agree, they might fall into the trap of the other party and be unfair to themselves. Naturally, they couldn't give the other party such a chance.
And this time I came here originally for Kunlun’s Wudao ancient tea.
Yaochi Tea Party.
"Haha! Good!" Li Qingyu cheered loudly, seeming to applaud the skill of the young spirit sword master who defeated Cang Yiyun, but in this situation, it sounded like he slapped Kunlun Island in the face again, and slapped him.
Snapping sound.
The gloomy look in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed away, replaced by a bright smile, and he walked in: "I didn't expect that such talents would appear under the rule of Jiuyao Island. I am gratified."
As he spoke, he had already sat back in his seat. There was no strange emotion on his face. He seemed to be truly happy to have such a talented person appear under his rule.
He waved to a Kunlun disciple: "Tell Junior Brother Cang to let this swordsman come directly here and add two more seats."
"Yes, senior brother." The disciple immediately accepted the order and left.
There are two seats at the Yaochi Tea Party. Only the descendants from each island are eligible to sit in the upper seat. Each descendant can only bring one person to accompany him. The seats are fixed. The other disciples can only enter the one in another place.
Take a seat.
After a moment, the figures of Mo Wen and others appeared outside the hall, and everyone's eyes converged on them.
Liu Zhenxuan and Mo Wen were fine, but Feng Ge and others were extremely nervous. Although they were the most outstanding disciples of their respective sects, any one of them might be more noble and more powerful than them!
"Haha, Lao Ye, I'm here to ask you for a cup of tea, won't you not welcome me?"
His signature loud voice made the entire hall buzz, and Ao Zhan walked in with a huge smile, carrying a giant sword bigger than himself on his shoulders.
Lao Ye? Many people's eyes twitched, and they actually called Ye Zhiqiu "Lao Ye". Could this person be crazy?
Of course, there were many people whose expressions became somewhat unnatural, and among these people were the disciples from the islands who were seated at the front, including Li Qingyu, the proud disciple of Abbot Island.
"Brother Ao can come, I have been asking for it. Of course I welcome you. Brother Ao, please take a seat." Ye Zhiqiu smiled, then looked at Mo Wen: "I don't know how to call this friend? What a profound cultivation level."
"Mo Wen." Mo Wen responded calmly.
"It turns out to be Brother Mo. Please hurry up and take a seat and taste my Kunlun's top-quality spiritual mist tea." Ye Zhiqiu invited him enthusiastically, without any hint that the two parties had had an unpleasant experience before.
Liu Zhenxuan and others had originally arranged their seats in advance, so there was no need to mention them, but the seats for Mo Wen and Ao Zhan were temporarily added. I don’t know what Ye Zhiqiu’s intention was for adding their seats to the fifth-level spiritual island.
After the disciples, before all the fourth-level spiritual islands!
As for Ao Zhan, there is no doubt about the strength of this madman, who has been famous for a long time. But Mo Wen was completely unknown before, but he just showed his pretty good strength, and the seats were actually arranged in front of all the fourth-level Spirit Island disciples.
, this completely puts Mo Wen on the opposite side of all the fourth-order spiritual islands!
Liu Zhenxuan frowned, but there was nothing he could do. Here, his real status was probably not as good as that of Mo Wen, and he had no say at all, unless he also showed his strength, but obviously he didn't have that chance.
Why can't Liu Zhenxuan see the fishiness in this? But he won't take this seriously. He is a rootless duckweed. After the Sword Club, he has to find a way to return to the mainland. Are he afraid of the revenge of these Spirit Island disciples? He just sits there
He reached Ao Zhan's lower position and ignored the unfriendly glances around him. One of them, in particular, contained deep-seated resentment, and it was none other than the White Jade Dragon from Tianyu Island.
Of course, there were also many curious and probing eyes. Just above the chairman, the girl sitting on the second seat looked at him curiously with a pair of starry eyes through the thin veil. This girl is the one who makes the contemporary young spirit sword
The teachers were fascinated by Nian Yaoguang, who was known as the leader of the top ten oirans!
Those starry eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. Mo Wen noticed it immediately, frowning slightly and feeling a little wary in his heart. He felt a pressure from those eyes. It is difficult to describe this feeling, as if some secrets in him were being exposed.
Seeing it through, you have to know that even when facing several sword masters on Tianyan Island, they don't feel this way! Is this girl stronger than them? It's obviously impossible, it can only mean that her eyes are weird.
"Brother Mo, the little beauty from Kunlun Island seems to be interested in you." Aozhan winked at Mo Wen.
Ao Zhan's voice was not loud, but who were the people present? They could hear an ant walking clearly if it landed feet first, let alone at this tea party! I don't know how many young heroes thought at that moment.
He spit on his face, what a stinky fart? How could Fairy Yaoguang be such a vulgar person? Angry eyes suddenly focused on Ao Zhan.
Ao Zhan also realized that he seemed to have aroused public anger, so he couldn't help but smile, scratched his head and tried his best to look honest. It really worked, after all, getting angry with a fool was really disrespectful. Naturally, everyone was angry.
The target naturally shifted to Mo Wen.
"Boy! Your cultivation is pretty good. I would like to ask you for advice on your swordsmanship."
A handsome young man patted the table to point to the sword and pointed it at Mo Wenji. There was no fluctuation of sword energy, just a pure swordsmanship exchange.
Mo Wen snorted softly, raised his sword finger to block, and Weng Jiuhan's sword movement became invisible.
"good!"
Weng Jiuhan shouted "Hello" and pointed out his sword fingers one after another, like a peerless swordsman dancing with his long sword. Every move was exquisite, exuding a cool and elegant artistic conception of flying snow.
When their cultivation has reached their level, they are no longer limited to ordinary routines when drawing swords. Every move can be picked at their fingertips, and the artistic conception of the sword is expressed with the sword's movements.
Mo Wen's expression remained unchanged, and his sword fingers pointed out one after another. If Weng Jiuhan's sword was like the flowing snow, then Mo Wen was a naked killing sword. Every move contained boundless murderous intent, like a strong wind.
It swept out like a torrential rain.
In just ten breaths, the tea cup on the table in front of Weng Jiuhan broke into pieces, and the spiritual tea poured all over him. He himself was trembling all over, and his face was pale and without a trace of blood. He was defeated, completely defeated, and was beaten.
Mo Wen's killing sword defeated the power of Feixue's sword, and he received a violent impact on the artistic level.
"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is superb, I admire you." Weng Jiuhan dryly cupped his hand at Mo Wen.
"Accept." Mo Wen replied calmly.
This calmed down many people who were ready to make a move. If Mo Wen relied on his strong cultivation to win before, now he has serious skills. As a top ten fourth-level spiritual island descendant, Weng Jiuhan,
Even if his strength is not that of Cang Yiyun, it is not much different. He was defeated by Mo Wen's sword after only holding on for ten breaths! This shows that Mo Wen's victory was no fluke!
After that, no one dared to take action at will. The descendants of the fifth-level spirit island relied on their status and were unable to test it, while the other people on the fourth-level spirit island were unsure of their own strength and were afraid of being embarrassed, so they did not dare to take action at will.
Only a few people present truly understand the horror of Mo Wen. Of course, these people will not say much, especially the Bai Jade Dragon of Tianyu Island who regards the confrontation in Long Yuanhai as a taboo and absolutely does not allow anyone to talk. Therefore, they
Also happy to watch the excitement.
The purpose of the Yaochi Tea Party is to allow many young talents to exchange some of their training experiences in swordsmanship. Therefore, the tea party was quite harmonious and enthusiastic. At the beginning, there were many people like Mo Wen and Weng Jiuhan who competed in swordsmanship.
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Undisturbed, Mo Wen picked up the purple clay teapot in front of him and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea. A trace of mist steamed up from the jade cup, and a rich spiritual energy hit his face.
Picking up the jade cup and taking a sip, a ray of clear water penetrated straight into the heart, and then turned into a warm current and rushed to the limbs and bones, as if the filth in the body had been washed away, and there was a feeling of wanting to ride on the wind.
Mo Wen's keen sword sense suddenly noticed that the Five Elements Sword Gang all over his body seemed to have become a little purer.
"Good tea." Mo Wen couldn't help but praise.
Ao Zhan next to him curled his lips: "It's just a third-level Lingwu tea, how can it compare with the tea leaves from the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment?"
Then he raised his head and yelled at Ye Zhiqiu: "I'm talking to you, Lao Ye, will your tea only make people drink this kind of tea? Where is the tea from your ancient tea tree?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly: "Brother Ao can't wait any longer. Well, now I invite you all to have a taste."
With a wave of his hand, dozens of young and beautiful sword attendants held trays in their hands and walked through the banquet as lightly as butterflies, distributing simple and exquisite ice jade pots and ice jade cups to the tables in front of everyone.
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"The ancient tea tree only produces three tea leaves every ten years. My ability is limited, so I can only take out one and brew a pot for everyone to share. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality." Ye Zhiqiu confessed.
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"No, Master Ye is so polite. It's a blessing for us to be able to taste the spiritual tea brewed from the leaves of the Kunlun ancient tea tree."
Everyone clasped their fists and thanked them. Their gratitude was beyond words. After all, the ancient Kunlun tea tree was only mass-produced. It was a great favor for Ye Zhiqiu to share one piece with them. For a time, Ye Zhiqiu's personal prestige was raised to the top. The stain just now was natural.
It has been ignored by others. Now anyone who dares to say a bad word about Ye Zhiqiu or even Kunlun Island may be the enemy of all high-level spiritual island descendants!