Although each lineage occupies a different position, and the ten true disciples stand separately, on the whole they are still standing together in the same lineage, not far apart.
At this time, we can see the strength of each lineage. Huang Maid is the dominant family with four true disciples.
There were two people in Lanmai, but Fangze was left alone at this time, and Fangmin was missing.
There are two people with green veins and two people with red veins.
There were no Purple Veins and Orange Veins, only a few inner disciples gathered together and stood behind the true disciples of the Yellow Veins. The Purple Veins and the Orange Veins had long existed in name only.
These are the top ten true disciples of the Qingmu Sect.
The ten of them are eight spiritual cultivators, the seeds with the hope of promotion, and the hope of the Aoki Sect in the future.
Of course, there is also a true disciple of the Aoki Sect, named Wu San. This true disciple only enjoys the monthly salary of the Aoki Sect, but has no actual power. It is a reward in exchange for his life.
The boss of Qingmai, Luo Yi, is also cultivating the Eight Paths of Spirituality. However, because he did not want to leave his master and be independent on the mountain, he did not apply for the title of True Disciple, and Huang Yinge was also happy to see this.
Four thousand people stood together and drowned Li Mo's six brothers in the sea of people.
Poor Wenren Susu, Linghu Miao came all the way, but couldn't even catch a glimpse of Li Mo. He was feeling anxious, but it was of no use.
"Miss, don't worry. Mr. Luo Mo has extraordinary martial arts and is definitely the best among these four thousand people. He will appear after the melee."
Wenren Susu knew this truth. If it was normal, she wouldn't be worried, but it was different today. He knew that Li Mo's cultivation had been sealed by a peerless seal. The cultivation of the monk Jiu Dao, even if he went against the odds,
God, can you defeat the Eight Paths of Spiritual Cultivator?
Like Wenren Susu, Linghumiao is also like an ant on a hot pot.
She even stood up from her seat a few times just to look for Li Mo, but there were too many people, and the Qingmu Sect disciples' clothes were all the same, so it was hard to tell them apart.
Li Mo stood next to the five senior brothers. He already knew that the two girls were coming to help, but he did not go out to recognize or greet them.
Li Mo stayed away from the two girls who had feelings for him.
Seeing that Luo Mo was absent-minded, Luo Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mo'er, don't be afraid. With us here, you will definitely be the last to die."
Hearing this, Li Mo couldn't help but be moved. Although this love was not for himself, but for the dead 'Luo Mo', it was enough to make Li Mo find comfort in his lonely heart.
"I'm not worried, Senior Brother. They are not that strong. As long as we stick together, no one can break through us."
"Hahaha, Mo'er is right, no one can beat us." Luo Er shouted sonorously and powerfully with a proud look on his face.
At this time, Huang Yinge stood on a high platform, glanced at the square, and then said with a smile: "The competition begins..." The voice was long and lasting.
Although his voice has not yet ceased, the battle in the square is about to break out at this moment. Countless brilliance instantly fills the sky, countless halos of various colors, and a melee involving four thousand people begins instantly.
It was a white light curtain, built by the Qingmu Sect to protect the disciples.
The light curtain is very thin and emits a milky white light, like a film.
The light curtain was a large semicircle, covering the four thousand people in the square.
This light curtain has a function of isolating the connection between the inside and the outside.
It is a formation that only allows entry and no exit.
If the people inside can't stand it, they can jump out of the light curtain and the attacks will not hit them, but they can't get in, so they lose the competition.
This formation can only be exited, not entered.
"Five senior brothers, whenever you strike, you will be ruthless. One blow will render the opponent unable to fight back, and you will not hesitate to even maim him."
With a frown on his face, he punched a disciple who rushed forward, causing the opponent's collarbone to collapse and he was forced out of the competition.
"Mo'er, isn't this too cruel? It's harmful to Tianhe, and it's even worse for me, Qingmai. I'm afraid we'll become rats crossing the street that everyone calls for beatings."
"No, believe me. If we don't be ruthless, there will be a steady stream of people coming to challenge us. Then we will have no strength to compete with other disciples. Now it is a war of attrition, and there will be no mercy."
The five fellow apprentices also understood the meaning of Li Mo's words, so they took action directly, breaking bones and seeing blood, making this location seem like a hell Shura field. Many disciples who originally wanted to pounce here asked about the smell of blood.
Retreat immediately.
After such a fierce fight, the area centered on Qingmai overflowed with blood and flowed all over the floor. There were also a lot of broken bones and dirt on the ground.
This caused others to look sideways and show hatred.
This kind of situation has never happened before in the Qingmu Sect's great competition that takes place every fifty years. The attacks were brutal, causing bloodshed and serious injuries everywhere.
"Hmph!" Huang Yinge suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Is Qingmai going to overthrow the world? Taking action like this is damaging the foundation of our Qingmu Sect. I want to deprive them of the right to compete in our family and hand it over to the law enforcement elders.
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"Hahaha, Huang Yinge put away your face. You are still qualified to raise the foundation of the Qingmu Sect. There are four thousand people in the competition. How many of them are from your yellow veins? Who doesn't know your ideas? The one who changed the system of the competition is
You, you are the one who wants to be disqualified as a disciple now. Do you really think that Qingmu Sect can cover the sky with just one hand? Then I tell you, you are wrong, and it is a big mistake. If you are bullying others, then I will destroy it directly.
The formation flag of the Seven Star Formation Qingmai caused the Qingmu Sect to disappear at this moment."
"you dare?"
"See if I dare!"
At this time, an elder stood up. He was the elder of Huangmai. Naturally, Huang Yinge and Luo Dingrong, who could not see, stood up. Luo Dingrong was a master who did not follow common sense. He said to destroy it, he would really destroy it.
"Calm down, we are all the masters of the same lineage. Why are we still so angry? There are thousands of sects and families watching in the audience, and people from the Wenren family are also there. We can't let others laugh at us."
What he said was reasonable. After all, the two of them still had the Qingmu Sect in their hearts, so they didn't argue. They sat down and continued to pay attention to the battle in the square.
Although Li Mo's idea was controversial, the effect was obvious.
Except for a few people, few people took the initiative to rush in and cause trouble for them. Instead, they hid far away, for fear of affecting themselves.
Therefore, you will see a strange scene in the square. There is a battle taking place in other places, but the place where the six Qingmai people are is completely empty, and no one dares to come forward.
"Hahaha, be happy, these people are just bastards. If you don't beat them hard, they will keep rushing over, like vicious dogs. Now grandpa beats them to the point where they are calling father and mother, but no one comes.
Mo'er's idea is really good." Luo San said excitedly.
"That's right, our youngest has read more books than they have eaten, and his wisdom is not at the same level."
While the others were fighting passionately and exchanging words, the six people in Qingmai were talking and laughing happily.
Li Mo's strange scene naturally caught the attention of the two women.
"You are still so cool and unrestrained, and your high level of intelligence makes people feel scary." Wenren Susu was immediately refreshed, and the fatigue of the past few days was gone.
Linghu Miao's eyes were a little moist. She hadn't met Li Mo for almost half a year. Her heart was lonely and empty, and her days were like years. The days without Li Mo always felt empty.
When I saw her today, I had mixed feelings. Suddenly, I felt like something had grown in my heart, and it seemed that I had a backbone.
"We have to be careful. Now they are all disciples with low levels of emotional cultivation. After a while, they will all be the top ten true disciples and inner disciples. By then, I am afraid they will form an alliance and attack us first.
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"How dare he..." Luo Wu had a bad temper, and when he heard this, he immediately became furious.
"Don't get excited, Old Five. What Mo'er said makes sense. These people always have some contact. Now it's not impossible to join forces to deal with us. Don't be reckless and impulsive." Luoyi pressed the hilt of the sword in his hand and stared at it.
Follow those eight paths of spiritual cultivation.
It was another round of elimination, and a total of one thousand people were forced to withdraw. The light curtain flashed, and they came out of the formation in the square in panic.
Four thousand people participated in the competition. After two rounds of charges, about a thousand people retreated each time. Now there are only two thousand people left in the square.
The top ten true disciples did not take action at all, they folded their arms and just looked at it.
Wu Yi, the head of the top ten true disciples, the pinnacle of the Eight Paths of Spiritual Cultivation, is only one step away from cultivation, so his status in the Qingmu Sect is unrivaled, ranking first.
He was wearing a yellow robe with the words Zhenzhuan embroidered on it.
Like Mount Tai, it is unwaveringly powerful.
Behind him was a figure who looked similar to him, but had a slightly weaker aura. He was a cultivator of the Eight Paths.
He has a thick, rough face, a medium build, and a slightly fat body. He is Wuji.
Wu Yi and Wu Er were both true disciples, so Wu San could only be granted the title of true disciple when he returned from the top of the snowy area.
There are three brothers and three true disciples in one sect, which is also rare in the history of Qingmu Sect.
Behind the two of them, a pair of rat-eyed Wu San stared at Li Mo, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said harshly: "Boy, you will suffer today. In the past, the eldest brother and the second brother had no time to care about me.
But today is the sect competition, and they are right next to me. After knowing that you beat me on the top of the snowy land, they have one thought, that is, to destroy you directly. Just wait and go back with all your cultivation broken.
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There was a hint of coldness in the sinister smile.
After the two attacks, people stopped and stood there, restraining each other.
Until now, it is impossible for a group to stay on the field for a long time. No matter how powerful you are, one person can knock you down with one blow or one person with a sip of water. If you don't knock you down, you will be tired and lie down.
At this time, the top ten disciples were all gathered together to discuss the next step.
"Why do I have a bad feeling..." Li Mo felt inexplicably cold, feeling that something bad was about to happen.