A little-known sect, a fledgling teenager, unabashedly criticized the world's No. 1 Taoist Xu Kong.

All of a sudden, it attracted the attention of the entire cultivation world, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

The authorities of the Great Sword Saint Mo Sheng of the Holy Sword Gate asserted that this son was empty-eyed and despised the alliance, and if he succeeded in the future, he would become a great disaster.

However, the head of the Sanqing Daomen, the Qingxin Daoist, has a diametrically opposite opinion. This young man has new ideas, behaves perversely but does not lose proportion, and is a leader of his generation.

It's good that he didn't say this, but as soon as he came out, it attracted more discussions, and everyone speculated.

Isn't it because the young man took the initiative to admit defeat when he was holding the winning ticket, so that Sanqing Daomen won a game. Now it is appropriate to praise the young man against his will.

Even Lin Xiaomu, a wizard of the Immortal Sect of the Junior Elite House, did not hesitate to say a few words, and he disagreed with the scoundrels, which was really unpopular.

Just a word. The spearhead is directly aimed at the Sanqing Daomen, and there are even more troublemakers, who are adding fuel and vinegar to it, and the good deeds are even more optimistic.

Therefore, in the second game, the atmosphere in the Hedao Hall was extremely solemn, one by one without anger and might, with cold eyebrows, and the surrounding air became extremely solid.

The reason why Mo Tear admits defeat is very simple, one is because he is really not sure of winning, not to mention that if he continues to compare, he is afraid that he will be like that little bald head, blood will be spilled on the spot for no reason.

They are here to make a name for themselves, they have reached the finals, and they are also sarcastic about the world's No. 1 arguments, obviously they have earned enough fame, and it naturally doesn't matter if they win or lose.

Second, he vaguely felt that the girl was indeed not easy, uninhibited, and seemed to be intentional.

After all, he believes that if he is willing to be a woman from a good family, no one will do the lowest skin and meat business among the three or nine streams.

What's more, the delicate girl seemed to need victory in that game even more.

At that time, Mo Tear secretly glanced at Linglong, his face was flat, standing like a pine, with a majesty, without any coquettish and debauched posture.

The pampered Young Master Mo couldn't imagine what Linglong had gone through, but he knew very well that this world was not fair.

No one is as lucky as him, he can stand here with a little bit of lip work, and what a terrible price should a weak girl like this pay if she wants to stand in the largest palace on Qingfeng Mountain?

He is the eldest young master of the Mo family, even if he is an adopted son, his family background is not only ten thousand times better than her.

And what about her? Why can a person of the Three Sects and Nine Streams join the Sanqing Dao Sect, and why can she become a leader in the Dao Sect? What she has paid may be tens of thousands of times more than what she wants to gain.

In this way, Mo Tear naturally wanted to admit defeat.

He didn't think too much about it, he didn't expect that because he took the initiative to admit defeat, it would become a great miracle in the cultivation world for thousands of years.

There has never been a precedent for taking the initiative to admit defeat at the Alliance Conference before, let alone taking the initiative to mock the elders, such an act is simply unsightly.

For a time, it was criticized by countless people.

The only Sanqing Daomen who is upset with him, you don't need to think about it, you can know the reason.

On the day of the second watch, they gathered early in this hall to prepare for the second competition.

The second competition was to capture the flag, and a huge Jade Everest Peak was distributed with a total of 100 flags.

Each sect sends five people to compete, there are no rules, and the faction that gets more flags will win.

Before the competition, the Immortal Sect Ruling Hall Elder of the Jingshe Immortal Sect said solemnly that during the competition, try to avoid casualties and not use despicable means.

In fact, everyone knows that this game is a bloody fight, and who can say that the word "try as much as possible"? What is considered a despicable method?

These elders are completely like the audience, from time to time with a compassionate heart, kindly reminding that they actually want to see it more than anyone else, and fight with all their might.

Because only in this way can we truly find out the strength of each sect.

In fact, they know very well that some masters who never go out, for example, the former wizards of the Three Thousand Daomen were trapped in the reckless barren mountains because they violated the rules of the door, what is their strength now? Who knows?

In the final analysis, they simply want to see the bloody fight of the juniors and see the real strength of the younger generation.

After all, the future of this world belongs to this generation.

Mo Tear breathed a sigh of relief, in the past few months of living in the mountains, he knew best the complex environment in the jungle, and had a pair of sensitive ears since he was a child, especially sensitive to some extremely subtle sounds.

Therefore, he is not afraid to go into the jungle at night. Otherwise, I wouldn't have caught rabbits at night.

But his soothing breath was not because of this, but because he didn't have to participate in the second game.

If you want five people to fight, you can take it out at will to bluff people, not to mention that there are 10,000 people, not even a thousand people, less than a hundred, plus the big white goose in the lake is a whole five living things, and the rules of the game have to send five people, so isn't this one not to compare?

Mo Tear is happy to think about it, seeing them one by one, with a fierce momentum, the posture of drawing a knife out of the sheath, it looks like a bloody fight, of course it is a good thing not to participate, who would want to rush to die?

But he didn't expect that the evil master took the initiative to tell people that their Ten Thousand Sects only sent two people.

Mo Tear was still giggling at the time, and he was sure that he would let the senior brother and the second senior sister go, but when he heard his name, he almost wanted to strangle the master who had summoned the heavenly killer with his own hands.

Everyone was extremely surprised and angry, the ignorant apprentice was arrogant, and as a master, he was so arrogant, and there was no one in his eyes, which was indeed angry.

But in the end, all the anger turned to laughing and agreeing that it was not something they could do if they didn't pick it up.

As for the anger in my heart? Can you imagine who it will be transferred to? It is very easy to go up the mountain and kill one or two ignorant juniors.

Mo Tear was immediately depressed, decadent, and even a trace of despair. Thinking about this trick, the master of heaven and punishment will send himself to appear, and he will not let the senior brother go, what does this mean?

Yifan Daoist smiled, saw through his simple thoughts at a glance, and patiently explained: "It's just to let the two of you come to see the world and have a good competition, winning or losing is not important, living is the most important." ”

Isn't it contradictory that Mo Tear really wanted to slap him seven or eight times? He wanted us to live, and pushed us into the fire pit, which is simply a brain disease, and now it seems that he is not only a god, but also a madman?

But what about the second senior sister? Chong Mo Tear smiled strangely, took Mo Tear's hand, and walked out the door.

Mo Tear staggered a few times, stabilized his body, and slowly followed behind the second senior sister.

Among the five people sent by the Sanqing Daomen, one of them was Linglong Girl, who appeared out of nowhere and walked forward side by side with Mo Tear.

Seeing that the other party was wearing a tight suit and a light veil, cold as frost, holding a sword in his hand, Mo Tear's heart was cold, and he was extremely uneasy, and hurriedly said: "The game hasn't started yet, but you are not allowed to do it." ”

Linglong smiled lightly and said calmly: "Your cultivation is too low, so let's admit defeat." ”

Mo tear scratched his head and shouted unconvinced: "My cultivation is very high, don't look away." ”

Linglong couldn't help but smile and whispered, "You're so funny." Yesterday you were not infatuated with my charms, if it weren't for your low cultivation, how could you easily fall into the illusion, if you knew it earlier: you don't have to say those words of envy to you. ”

Mo tearfully shouted: "What if the cultivation is low? But what did you tell me yesterday? I don't understand, if you don't explain it, after entering the mountain, you will be an enemy. ”

The second senior sister suddenly turned around, kicked her tears, and roared, "Don't leave yet." ”

Mo Tear instantly sped up his pace like a wronged child.

Linglong smiled again and said freely: "Anyway, I have already reminded you, after entering the mountain, in case I meet, I will not show mercy." ”

Mo Tear smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again, "If you don't meet you, can't I run when I see you?" ”

Linglong couldn't hold back and laughed. In the end, he was called away by a little man.

In a trance, a cold figure crossed beside him, and an even colder voice sounded in his ears, "Wash your neck and wait obediently." ”

Mo was startled, hurriedly raised his head, with the faint moonlight, saw the man's flickering figure, felt a little familiar, thought about it carefully, his face froze, hurriedly quickened his pace, came to the second senior sister, pitifully said: "Second senior sister, or we will admit defeat when we get there, do you see the girl in front of you? He is a madman, he wants to kill me." “

The second senior sister couldn't see a trace of emotion on her face, and said lightly: "Then how can it be done? Master has an explanation, and he will never admit defeat until he has to."

What's more, we still have to help the old master and old man make a name for themselves? How can we easily admit defeat? Don't worry, with the second senior sister here, we will definitely be able to protect you. ”

Mo Tear put on a dry smile, "If we admit defeat now, we will also win a reputation, I can promise, this reputation has never been seen before." ”

The second senior sister looked at Mo Tear with a look of disdain, and lightly spit out two words, "Looking for a fight." ”

Each sect entered the Jade Everest Peak in batches.

Yuzhu Peak is the second largest mountain on Qingfeng Mountain after Hedao Peak, and it is also the most mysterious, with perennial mist, dense trees, wild beasts reborn, and dense poisons. There are high mountains and ravines and abysses, so this mountain is basically untouched.

At this moment, it is late at night, and the slightest mistake in this mountain peak and dense forest will cause irreparable damage.

As soon as he stepped into this place, Mo Tear could feel the beasts in this place looking around, and a pair of cold eyes seemed to be everywhere.

What's more, on this mountain peak is said to live the largest beast in the world, as tall as a tower, fangs like a knife, short-tempered, blood-thirsty and murderous, it is said to survive for 10,000 years, but no one has ever seen its true face, so it has not been confirmed.

The second senior sister and Ink Tears entered the jungle, and they almost made the same choice, lurking and observing. At the same time, climb over the branches and look around.

After a while, the clash of swords was heard, followed by shouting.

Between the lightning and flint, Ink Tears seemed to see the sparks flickering, followed by the roar of wild beasts, the frightened flight of birds, and sometimes the wailing of wild beasts, in short, the surroundings were very terrifying.

Mo Tear was frightened, his delicate eyebrows were frowning, his brows trembled, and he looked extremely nervous.

The second senior sister looked calm, looked around, and finally looked to the right. The fighting was loudest over there, and the flames were splashing through the night.

The second senior sister wanted to go and see, but was stopped by Ink Tears, and now it is dark all around, and there are too many unknown dangers.

Moreover, this mountain is high and densely forested, and there are only a hundred flags in total, and in order to achieve absolute victory, it is necessary to gather fifty-one banners first, and there are no rules, let alone time limits.

Obviously, in this second game, the immortals who claimed to save the common people wanted them to fight each other and compete with each other.

Mo Tear's idea is to avoid fighting as much as possible, let those who are bent on winning compete with each other, and in the end, the second senior sister will take action to exterminate those victors who are mentally and physically exhausted, so that it is possible to win.

It's really not good, but you have to save your life, after all, there is everything possible to live.

The second senior sister also agreed with Mo Tear's opinion, and just wanted to nod, but suddenly her face stiffened, thinking that something was wrong, so she grabbed Mo Tear and flew out straight.

With a bang, the tree collapsed, sending up a puff of dust through the faint moonlight and dust. Mo Tear saw a cold-faced man, and he still remembered that man, who was full of benevolence and morality at the beginning, and swore to kill the second senior sister to eliminate harm for the people.

Mo Tear saw a figure coming with a sword, and he was not afraid, just one person, and there were two people on our side, with the cultivation of the second senior sister, one stick could throw him to death, what else was there to be afraid of?

Mo Tear raised his head and straightened his chest, and just took a step forward, he saw the man with the sword beckoning, and four figures flashed out of nowhere.

Mo Tear was suddenly stunned, and after grinning, he turned around in horror and yelled, "Run!"

The second senior sister Zhou Anyue originally wanted to make a big fuss, but Mo tearfully grabbed her clothes and dragged her out alive, extremely helpless, and had no choice but to escape.

The five figures behind chased after each other and shouted loudly, "The people of the Ten Thousand Sect have three flags in their hands, don't let them go." ”

Mo Tear felt a chill in his heart, this is what he wants us to become the target of everyone!

He didn't show weakness, he just wanted to shout, but he didn't know the other party's sect, let alone who his surname was, and then yelled, "If you come, you can leave your name." ”

Mo Tear turned around suddenly, stopped, his feet made two marks on the ground, and the five figures rushed up, and said arrogantly: "Holy Sword Pavilion, Lin Li." ”

Mo Tear grinned, squatted down suddenly, and the second senior sister stood behind her, and swung a stick violently, and a wave of qi swept away.

Lin Li's eyes were startled, and he hurriedly swung his sword in front of him, and with a bang, Lin Li was repelled alive for several feet, and looked up again, but there was no trace of anyone.

I could only hear an odious voice, faintly speaking, "The Holy Sword Pavilion is lined up, bullying women from good families, abducting and trafficking weak children. Now there is a man who holds ten flags alone, which is an unforgivable sin, all fellow disciples, brothers and sisters! ”

Ink Tears yelled as she moved through the jungle.

The second senior sister was extremely surprised, what other strange tricks did this eccentric little junior brother have?...... However, there is one thing she understands very well, the little junior brother's thunderbolt has been practiced to the extreme, and walking through the jungle is not much slower than herself.

Lin Li and the five senior brothers of the same sect stood in place in a daze, angry and about to explode, snorting and yelling, "I must chop you." ”