The more respectful Wu Song's tone was, the more proud he became.

Originally, he thought that if he met Mo Fei in the competition, he would only injure Mo Fei, and then find a chance to get rid of him in secret, because killing each other in the same door is absolutely forbidden to fight the Sword Gate.

But Mo Fei attracted the attention of the elders, completely disrupting his plans, and the thought that Mo Fei was about to become a core disciple like himself made him sit still.

That means that he may not have a chance secretly.

The elders on the stage began to talk, but Wu Song, who lowered his head, was already confident.

Last night, when he was at a loss, Senior Sister Mu, a master, instructed him, so today, he was not only going to force Mo Fei to perform the exercises he had learned secretly, but also to take back his own glory in front of the elders and disciples.

"The purpose of the sect competition is to select outstanding disciples, I think you are also looking forward to seeing Mo Fei's true strength, disciple, I am willing to be the touchstone of Mo Fei's junior disciples. Wu Song faced the elders in conversation and spoke again.

If he were to be another disciple and dare to interrupt the elders' discussion, he would be reprimanded for a few words, but as the first place this time, he made full use of the privilege of being the first in the competition, even if the elders were a little unhappy in their hearts, it was impossible to reprimand them in front of all the disciples, which would dampen the disciples' enthusiasm for cultivation.

"Senior Brother Mo Fei, I must be very unwilling to lose due to injury yesterday, hurry up and breathe, senior brother, I will fight for this opportunity for you, but you have to take advantage of it. Wu Song turned his head and smiled at Mo Fei, looking like I was all for your good.

Mo Fei had been in retreat since he returned to the sect until the night before the competition, and he hit the innate realm in one breath, in Wu Song's opinion, including Mo Fei's previous use of the sword technique to defeat the opponent, it was all to make a splash in the big competition and gain the favor of the elders.

He expected that he had first sent the Pacification Pill to show his goodwill, and now he was fighting for Mo Fei's opportunity to perform, so he should be able to win Mo Fei's favor and change his impression of himself.

However, Mo Fei's expression disappointed Wu Song again, in Wu Song's expectations, in the face of such an opportunity to show himself, Mo Fei did not say that he gladly accepted it, at least he was skeptical.

"I'll grasp your uncle!" Mo Fei's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he scolded in his heart. Since he attracted the attention of the elders, he has become very cautious in his heart, and he doesn't even want to go on the stage today, he can't imagine that Wu Song is like a roundworm in his stomach, which pot is not opened.

"Ah, it turns out that Senior Brother Wu Song, you sent the pill to beat me. Mo Fei looked surprised, and said with annoyance: "I made it clear earlier, I knew that I would be beaten by you if I received the pill, and I won't accept the pill." ”

Mo Feichong, the elder in charge of the competition, said respectfully: "The disciple thinks that he is not the opponent of Senior Brother Wu Song, I am willing to admit defeat in this competition, so I should ask Senior Brother Wu Song to challenge the three True Inheritance Senior Brothers,...... I believe that is the kind of competition that the disciples are willing to see. ”

This was very satisfying to the elder in charge of the competition, who did not agree to this uninteresting competition in the first place.

Seeing that the elder in charge of the competition bowed slightly, Feng Wenguang, who ranked seventh, finally found an opportunity to speak, and glanced at Wu Song and said: "I think Senior Brother Mo Fei is right, a real strong person dares to challenge stronger people, and bullies disciples who are weaker than himself, what kind of ability is it." ”

Wu Song's smile froze, and he subconsciously looked at the crowd, and Mu Bingxuan quickly whispered something in the ear of a male disciple.

The next moment, a voice came out of the crowd: "Well said! Some people don't seek to be motivated, Senior Brother Wu Song, why do you have to surrender your identity as a touchstone." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Wu Song still fought for opportunities from the elders, but he didn't appreciate anyone when he couldn't think of him. ”

"I strongly demand that Mo Fei's qualification to enter the Gongfa Pavilion be cancelled, such a person who does not seek progress, we don't need such a disciple in the Sword Sect. ”

"If you want me to say, such a person should abolish the exercises and expel him from the sect!"

In the crowd, Wu Song and Tao Dehua's younger brothers began to encourage the other disciples.

Feng Wenguang smiled bitterly, he couldn't imagine that the other party would use his words to attack Mo Fei, this is not considered to attack the shield of the other with his spear.

The discussion among the elders seemed to have come to a conclusion, and all eyes focused on Mo Fei.

The sentence 'strongly requesting that Mo Fei's qualification to enter the Gongfa Pavilion be cancelled' made Mo Fei a little panicked, and he tried his best, isn't it just to enter the Gongfa Pavilion, if he is really disqualified, wouldn't it be a bamboo basket for nothing.

Elder Jiang said slowly, "I think Wu Song's proposal can be considered. ”

"Mo Fei, do you agree?" asked the elder in charge of the competition.

Mo Fei raised his head, and even his master, Elder Hua, cast an expectant look.

"I—agreed. ”

Even if it was only a one percent possibility, he didn't dare to gamble on it, the mental method, others would not be able to detect it if they didn't explore their bodies, but the body method, the physical body exercises, and the sword techniques, even if they were drawn to a higher level than the one in the Gong Fa Pavilion through the system, as long as they stayed in the Sword Gate, they could not be easily used in front of others.

"Okay, when you're done pranayama, let's get started. The elder in charge of the competition nodded, "Next, let's have the True Transmission Disciple Challenge first, Hao Xian, Chang Shi, which of you will come first." ”

"I've got my pranayama done. Mo Fei said.

The elder in charge of the competition was suspicious: "Really, you don't have to be in such a hurry......

"Hmm. ”

"Alright, go to the ring. ”

......

The disciples followed to the ring, which was a fun show at the end of the competition, and they should all be happy.

Mo Fei took the lead in drawing out the long sword, and at this moment, he was under a lot of pressure.

In front of everyone's eyes, the trick of the last time can no longer be used, and he has to show some real skills, he is not obsessed with the victory or defeat of the competition, what he is worried about is that he has to show more strength in order to hide from these elders.

Out of prudence, Mo Fei spent 60,000 points to raise the Concealment Technique to the second level, so as to avoid the elders from spying on their true strength during the battle, of course, the Concealment Technique belongs to the auxiliary type of exercises, which is used to hide the aura, and in this case, it is not very helpful for the battle.

The Hidden Breath Technique has been upgraded to the second level, in addition to the ability to conceal cultivation to the point that people in the three major realms cannot see through, there is also another function, hidden aura.

Almost at the same time that Mo Fei raised the Hidden Breath Technique to the second level, all the elders had an illusion, and this disciple of the Innate Realm had a second level of breath for a moment, and it became erratic.

At this moment, these elders felt that they had made a wise decision.

The corners of Wu Song's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Mo Fei with disdain, his sword was still inserted in the scabbard.

He pulled out a sarcastic smile: "You really think you have the strength to fight with me?"

Mo Fei rolled his eyes and didn't bother to answer.

This guy chattered a bunch of crooked nonsense before the fight, obviously trying to pretend to be forced, and in his opinion, he was very mentally retarded.

Wu Song's voice was a few points higher: "Do you know what sword qi is?"

"Is that so?"

Mo Fei's long sword trembled slightly, and a sword light flew out.

"Phew"

This sword light, flying one meter in front of Wu Song's body, suddenly collapsed in an instant as if it was swept by a violent wind, but there was no trace of sword qi bursting out, and it disappeared invisibly.

Wu Song's long sword appeared in his hand at some point, and in front of him, a golden sword light as thin as a cicada's wings slowly dissipated.

"Such a pseudo-sword qi, dare to use it to embarrass people?" The disdain on his face became even stronger: "It seems that you don't know what real sword qi is. ”