Behind the native monk were seven or eight monks who also wore black demon masks, apparently in his group.

Everyone saw that it was him who spoke, and his voice was lowered, and it was obvious that he still had a lot of prestige among the native monks.

Immediately afterwards, another gentle voice sounded, and said with a smile: "If there is any perfect solution, we are willing to listen." ”

This time it was Mo Chengzi who spoke, this time when he entered the Kunwu realm, he and Fang Bitao each had a Tianji Pavilion token, and they both brought a monk to enter, but the two unlucky ghosts had already died tragically at the hands of the demons, and they sacrificed two names to obtain such a jade slip, Mo Chengzi and Fang Bitao were almost bound to the sword leaf.

"But of course, in the end, it depends on the meaning of the Immortal Sect, doesn't it?" Mo Chengzi smiled and looked at the elder of the Immortal Sect.

As a powerhouse who was once among the top three in the heavenly list, Mo Chengzi naturally had a terrifying aura, even if he entered the Kunwu realm, it still made people have an unfathomable feeling about him.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the elder of the Immortal Sect, everyone's eyes flashed with a greedy green light, as well as doubts and intimidation, as if the elder of the Immortal Sect would say half an undesirable word, they would rush up and devour him.

The Immortal Sect wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "Sword Leaf, there is indeed only one, this sect has also clarified many times, the sword leaf has nothing to do with any secret treasure, since you don't believe it, you have to take it and give it a try, and my Immortal Sect is also willing to lend this sword leaf for everyone to give it a try." ”

When everyone heard the elder of the Immortal Sect say this, their eyes finally retracted, in fact, the monks who came here undoubtedly already had the intention of robbing the Immortal Sect and snatching the sword leaves, but everyone didn't show it.

Especially the top powerhouses such as Mo Chengzi, Fang Bitao, and Ling Heqing from the Qingbo Star Domain, even if they couldn't use the True Yuan Force, where would they put the Immortal Sect in their eyes, in their opinion, these local monks here were all rubbish.

"Since the Immortal Sect is so generous, then things are much easier, now you just need to decide who will take the sword leaf away, and whoever is qualified to take it away is qualified to go to the gate of hell to obtain the supreme secret treasure, before that, it is a waste of time to discuss the authenticity of any secret treasure!

The man in the black demon mask said viciously.

"This brother is not rough, it is true. Mo Chengzi actually applauded him again and again.

But the monk's words undoubtedly greatly stimulated the other monks, and immediately several monks jumped into action, and the scene once again fell into a quarrel.

Mo Chengzi said: "So, I propose that we compete with each other, whoever has the biggest fist will take this sword leaf!"

His words also came to everyone's ears clearly.

So everyone was stunned for a moment, and turned their heads to look at Mo Chengzi in astonishment.

Mo Chengzi still smiled and said, "Everyone present is a monk, don't you still understand the rules of the immortal cultivation world? Instead of arguing here for three days and three nights, it is better to decide the winner with all your fists. ”

Mo Chengzi's words are not unreasonable, in fact, many monks think so in their hearts, but the relationship between local monks is a little more complicated, after all, what they want is not a one-time competition, and the future development of the sect is different from Mo Chengzi and their foreign monks who will leave after grabbing it.

"Phew, with your true yuan power, you are also worthy of saying this to us?" Immediately, a monk snorted at Mo Chengzi.

In fact, Mo Chengzi called for wind and rain in the Qingbo Star Domain and entered the Kunwu Realm, and indeed he was not as good as an ordinary monk with a true yuan power. It seems that he is indeed an ordinary monk, but now he is here to say that the hard fist is the last word, which is indeed funny.

However, Ling Heqing, Lu Kuang of Tianji Pavilion, etc., knew Mo Chengzi's intentions.

Ignore the local monks, these foreign monks between them are actually the biggest competitors, and Mo Chengzi is the fourth strongest person in the new Heavenly List, and there is also Fang Bitao, who is ninth on the Heavenly List, no matter how you look at it, the book strength is the strongest, according to the force of the heroes, the sword leaf is very likely to fall into their hands.

Mo Chengzi glanced at the monk and didn't reply, because he knew that many of the monks present thought the same thing, and all he had to do was say it and then push things forward.

Sure enough, the monk with the black mask immediately said: "I agree, it's better than some guys who can only move their mouths, fortunately, the supreme secret treasure can't be obtained by moving their mouths, otherwise some people are probably invincible in the world!"

"The Shura Sect has a big tone, it seems that it has won over us? In this case, I also agree with it, but I want to understand the ability of the Shura Sect!"

"I, the Heavenly Sect, agree!"

"Moyunling agrees!"

“……”

Batch after batch of monks opened their mouths to express their approval, and in the end, one or two groups of weaker cultivators were left to be forced to approve. And the two batches of Tianji Pavilion and Lingyan Pavilion of course agreed.

"How can it be compared? It's not fair to compare, right? Some people come with fewer people, some come with more people, and they may even face wheel wars!"

And this point, Mo Chengzi has obviously thought about it a long time ago.

"There are as many people as there are people, and the lottery will decide which one to match, how?" There were only two people on his side, him and Fang Bitao, but he also put forward such obviously unfavorable conditions, obviously he had no fear.

Among the monks present, many of them were in groups of six or seven, seven or eight, and judging from the number of people alone, the combination of two people like Mo Chengzi obviously fell into disadvantage.

"Boy, you're really crazy! No need to draw lots, I'll teach you a lesson first!" The monk who had just taken a bite of Mo Chengzi grabbed his face, drew his sword and stood out.

Mo Chengzi snorted coldly, Rao is he is well cultivated, after all, he is a top monk, and he will still be angry when he is so provoked by a low-level monk like an ant.

He stood up coldly and said, "Then you can come." ”

The monk with a full face shouted violently, and the long sword in his hand suddenly conjured more than a dozen sword shadows, stabbing at Mo Chengzi, and the monks around Mo Chengzi hurriedly dodged, revealing the area around Mo Chengzi.

"This sword has already reached the essence of illusion swordsmanship, I'm afraid this kid is going to be terrible!" a native monk couldn't help but exclaim.

The monk with a full face was obviously from a very prestigious monk force, and his own reputation was also very good among the local monks, so he had such an exclamation.

But Mo Chengzi reached into the shadow of the sword with his bare hands, pinched the monk's long sword with one hand, and then pulled it hard, snatched the long sword, and stabbed the monk into the chest with his backhand.

The whole process didn't even take a second, and in the eyes of those native monks, they only felt that Mo Chengzi's hand flickered, and the monk's long sword inexplicably pierced into his chest.

The monk looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief and fell to the ground.

All the monks stood up in shock and looked at Mo Chengzi in horror.

Mo Chengzi clapped his hands and said: "Actually, I also think my plan is a bit troublesome, just like this, you all come up to me one by one, if you can't even beat me, you don't have to worry about any supreme treasure, you don't have the qualifications to compete with us." ”

He was as clean as ever, unscarred.

The so-called phantom swordsmanship, in the eyes of a monk of his level, is like a child dancing with a sword in front of a martial arts master, even if he has no cultivation, it is impossible to be harmed by such a low-level swordsmanship.

"It's long overdue. Ling He said indifferently, "These monks are not our opponents at all, if they are their sect masters, ancestors, or they can also use their powerful True Yuan Power to fight us in a few moves." ”

"Whoever is not convinced, let's take action, don't waste our time. Ling He Qingdao.

It was only then that the native monks realized the horrors of these outsiders.

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