A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, and the conspiracy was staring at Bai Zhan.
In the illusion of Wangtian, he also obtained an ancient monster, but he had not yet fully cultivated it, and there would be a risk of backlash when he rashly sacrificed it.
The monster was very powerful. If it weren't for the secret technique of the Fierce God Sect, he would have to escape when encountering a monster of this level.
After thinking about it, I felt that the risk of taking action was too high.
Let it go.
He left the martial arts training ground without saying a word with a dark face. He heard screams from around him and thought that he was very aggrieved when he was plotting against him.
He gritted his teeth secretly, "A hundred battles, you wait, and when I completely refine the ancient monster, it will be your death."
Bai Zhan did not have the joy of victory on his face, but instead shook his head in disappointment, pointing his finger at Mu Lei who was squinting his eyes and eating melons seriously.
"It's your turn!"
Mu Lei calmed his expression and walked into the training ground as usual. Faced with the strong onlookers of hundreds of people, this Green Light Peak disciple showed a normal state of mind.
His indifference was seen in the eyes of the conspiracy, and then he became pretending to be indifferent.
I haven't supported five moves yet, so how could such an unknown Mu Lei be the opponent of hundreds of battles?
At this time, his heart stood with Bai Zhan.
Screaming for the battles secretly.
"Three moves, kill him with three moves! No, there are too many, just one move."
If you destroy Mu Lei in one move, then you will not seem so miserable if you haven't supported five moves.
As long as someone is worse than me, then I am not the worst.
"Jiuxuan...Master Uncle!"
Lian Yue was worried about Mu Lei, and she didn't care when she spoke, "Minist plot was defeated so quickly, Mu Lei, there would be no problem!"
Mo Jiuxuan shook his head, "It depends on Mu Lei's performance on the spot. In terms of real strength, he is no worse than a hundred battles.
In fact, the conspiracy is quite powerful, but I see that his breath is unstable, so I guess he has not fully consolidated his realm yet, so some moves cannot be used.
Everyone is building the foundation of humanity. In addition to strength, what is more important is confidence and change of intention."
Seeing Bai Zhan's strength, Mu Lei dared not take it lightly, and put on a defensive posture and stretched out a hand to Bai Zhan.
"please!"
Bai Zhan didn't answer, like a fierce beast, with a long sword drawn out of the sheath.
A sharp sword energy swept across the ground.
The wooden thunder in the blue robe in the sword wind jumped up, and the stimulating sword energy made him almost unable to open his eyes.
He covered the lower half of his eyes with his right robe, and made a gesture with his left hand. A snow-white light shot out, and the speed was extremely fast. He came to Bai Zhan in the blink of an eye.
The rich spiritual power suddenly burst out, Bai Zhan's pupils contracted, and lightning flashed in his eyes.
At the critical moment, he blocked the sword, and lightning was broken into dozens of small arcs two feet away from the sword body, greatly reducing its power.
With just one blow, Mu Lei showed a clever strategy to face the enemy.
"The Wonderful Method of Heavenly Thunder" uses spiritual power to control thunder and lightning, which is considered a rare five-element combat skill.
Mu Lei’s idea is to avoid the opponent’s frontal attack and use long-distance attack as the main target. After gradually adapting to the sword technique of many battles, it is Mu Lei’s idea to act cheaply.
Bai Zhan demonstrated a strong foundation of Qi refining. After being promoted to humanitarian foundation building, his spiritual power concentration and purity were significantly higher than that of Mu Lei and Yin Conspiracy, and he had lasting and powerful combat power.
After seeing the sword of the hundred battles defeated the lightning, Mu Lei smiled bitterly in his heart, "This battle seems a bit tricky."
He didn't like fighting, he was not a combat madman like his fifth junior brother.
Time is peaceful, isn’t it good to meditate and practice to improve your state? Why do you have to fight and kill?
But in the realm of practice, where is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?
Shaking his head, throwing out the thoughts coming from his mind, the wooden thunder floated in the air, and the electric arc jumped around his body, like a thunder god.
"It's interesting!"
Bai Zhan stared at him and felt that he should take it seriously.
"Boom~"
The bluestone on the ground cracked, Bai Zhan's slender body rose up, and a sword stabbed Mu Lei in the chest.
"Crack~"
It's the sound of an arc jump.
As more arcs appeared on Mu Lei's body, his entire body was swept by lightning, and his speed immediately increased by a huge margin.
The figure was moving back and forth in the air, and the complete figure was almost impossible to see clearly, with only one residual figure.
At the same time, the electric light shot out from all directions and battles, and each attack contained extremely strong force.
He easily swung his sword and scattered lightning one by one.
In his eyes, these lightnings were usually powerful, but the speed of lightning was so interesting to him.
But do you think I only have this ability?
Bai Zhan's eyes sank, spiritual power gathered on the sword body, and the sword was dazzling in an instant, like the sunset of the spring river, surging towards the wooden thunder.
Then, the sword move changed, and the sword energy was so cold that Mu Lei seemed to stand naked in the snow and ice.
That feeling is so sour.
A lightning as thick as a water tank exploded against the sword energy, defeating all the colorful light and cold.
So strong?
The battle came with a hundred battles and the fighting spirit was high. I didn't expect that the Mu Lei would be hidden deep.
He was overjoyed and was delighted to find his opponent. He immediately used his sword technique and bullied himself.
The imagined war did not break out, Mu Lei had already retreated and shouted loudly, "I will admit defeat at this point."
Give up?
Everyone was shocked, including the thrilling battles.
He stood there blankly, the sword in his hand trembled and let out a low cry.
Mu Lei doesn't like fighting and thinks that it is something that casual cultivators have to do in order to compete for opportunities for spiritual objects.
But at Qingguang Peak, my skills include the best skills provided by my master, the elixirs are the heavenly elixirs refined by my master, and there are powerful brothers around me, and behind me is a master in the Golden Elixir Stage...
Why do you need to do it yourself?
"Young brother Bai Zhan is not a loss, he is a genius in Qingzhou. He is a powerful Taoist technique. I am not an opponent, so I admit defeat."
Bai Zhan stared at Mu Lei. After careful observation, he found that the other party was not sarcastic or disliked his low-skilledness, but he really didn't want to fight again.
However, how can the fighting spirit that just broke out be erased?
It was like, just as I was having fun with my girlfriend, and the sky was thundering and the ground was fired, and my belt was unbuttoned. My girlfriend gasped and said sadly, "My relative is here."
It's a bolt from the blue.
I can only be incompetent and furious.
Lian Yue covered her mouth and laughed, "This Mu Lei is not your disciple."
What's wrong with me?
Mo Jiuxuan was helpless, "If I ended up, I would have beaten Bai Zhan to cry and call him mother, and from then on I would have a psychological shadow."
Lian Yue nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, yeah, that's it, you are Mo Jiuxuan~"
Ignore her.
Mo Jiuxuan glared at Mu Lei hatefully, not caring about the eyes of the people present, hooked his hands and shook his sleeves back to the hall.
A huge battle that was watched came to an end, and the disciples who watched the battle were disappointed.
However, someone suddenly came to his senses.
"You guys tell me, how many rounds did Uncle Mu and Uncle Bai Zhan fight just now?"
"Twenty or more rounds?"
"Don't forget, the plot will only last five rounds."
"Hey, does this mean..."
"A uncle Mu was holding four conspiracies?"
"Hey, yes, that's exactly what it means. In fact, Uncle Mu is still very powerful!"
After this analysis, the disciples of the Wuji Sect immediately straightened their backs and felt that this was the case.
Although Uncle Mu gave up, it was because Uncle Mu was generous and unwilling to fight with all kinds of battles.
If you really continue to fight, Uncle Mu may not really lose!
The disciples said one by one, and the more they discussed, the more they recognized such reasoning, and finally they unanimously felt that Uncle Mu had enough strength to fight the peak battle of hundreds of battles.
...
Green Light Peak Hall.
Mu Lei stood under the high platform with his hands in his sleeves.
Even though he has now become a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, when facing his master, he still maintains the rules and habits he had when he entered the mountain.
One day he will be a teacher and a father for life.
Facing his master, he always felt a little nervous.
Unexpectedly, Mo Jiuxuan did not ask Mu Lei why he took the initiative to admit defeat.
On the contrary, the figure on the platform laughed loudly, trembling all over his laugh, unable to control himself.
“Master~”
Mu Lei asked worriedly, he was afraid that his master would get angry.
"Ahem~"
Mo Jiuxuan coughed lightly, smiled and took out two storage bags and threw them to Mu Lei, "I will go out in a few days, and from now on, I will hand over the Qingguang Peak to you. The sect leader's order will soon
arrive."
"Master, don't you scold me?"
"What are you scolding?"
"The disciple should have fought with Baizhan and made a name for himself, but... the disciple took the initiative to admit defeat."
"If you admit defeat, you will admit defeat. What a big deal! Do you think that the burden of becoming famous in the sect will fall on your shoulders, how can you let your teacher take care of yourself?"
"Hehe~"
Mu Lei smiled honestly, looked at his proud master and left the hall.
Master is always so considerate of his disciples and will not embarrass his disciples. Such a master is really too warm.
...
Three days later, Qingguang Peak.
Mo Jiuxuan summoned 150 disciples, read out the orders of the Sect Master Xuanqing, and officially announced his retreat from the position of the Lord of Qingguang Peak, and the eldest disciple Mu Lei led the Quanfeng.
Several personal disciples have already received the hint from Mo Jiuxuan. Although they are reluctant to part with their master, the senior brother is incomparable to the top master, regardless of their qualifications and strength.
Later, Mo Jiuxuan ordered Bu Xinghuo and Wei Qianfang to accompany Mo Xiaoran to Qingbaipo, Donghua Mountain to receive the dividends sent by Niujiazhai.
Mo Xiaoran has sensed that it is locked in the heavenly tribulation, indicating that the bottleneck of the foundation-building period is right in front of him.
She happily accepted her father's task and walked along with her senior brothers and sisters on a wave of Donghua Mountain.
Before leaving, Zhao Xishan came to find his senior sister with tears in his nose.
After a few months of getting started, the boy seemed to have been there for several years.
The disciples of Qingguang Peak have all used the Heavenly Body Tempering Pill and experienced the battle of inquiring about the Tao. Their mental talent is more than one or two levels stronger than Zhao Xishan.
Among these people, the young people's pride of talent, experience in the world, and even their minds were at a disadvantage.
This would undoubtedly have a huge blow to him.
Although he worked very hard, reality is reality, cruel and ruthless.
In the world of cultivation, it is not possible to succeed by hard work, but to be bound to opportunities, talents, luck and background.
All Zhao Xishan has is self-righteous efforts.
Compared with other senior brothers, his efforts are not worth mentioning, because others work harder than him.
Mo Xiaoran was not relieved. Facing the boy four years older than him, the little girl was better than anything.
"Don't rush to practice these days. Let's talk about other brothers on the Red Peak with time and listen to their suggestions.
However, as for whether these suggestions are true or false, whether they are kind or bad, you need to judge for yourself.”
The little girl turned around and left, waved her hand, and said goodbye to Zhao Xishan. Bu Xinghuo remained silent and did not even look at Zhao Xishan.
Wei Qianfang widened her eyes, raised her fist and made a hard hand shape, and left with a smile.
Only the confused Zhao Xishan stood under the green pines of the mountains, staring at the figures leaving the distance in a daze.
The young man's figure was a little weak and lonely under the cover of the tall green pine. But the moment he turned around, his hands were tightly held together.