Bang!

On the stage, Mo Wusheng was like a beast, his eyes were cracking, his eyes were red, he glared angrily, and he threw punch after punch.

Lin Zhe looked hurried, but he also avoided them one by one, and now Mo silently attacked with all his strength, even Lin Zhe, who was physically strong, did not dare to meet him at will.

In the audience, everyone was indignant, resentful that Lin Zhe had provoked their suave Senior Brother Mo like this.

Lin Zhe didn't care, he had already succeeded in provoking Mo Wusheng, how to defeat it now.

Slash the Immortal Sword!

Flames burn the sky.

Lin Zhe swung a sword, and above the earth, there was a flame in the sky.

But this still didn't stop Mo Musheng.

"I'm going to kill you!" The flames burned, and Mo Wusheng's body was also full of sparks, but he didn't care about the slightest burning pain that came, a paper charm, and the flames burning on his body were extinguished, leaving a faint scar.

It hurts? Mo Wusheng didn't care anymore at this time.

Thundered!

A bang!

I saw that in Mo Wusheng's sleeve, a hundred-meter-long rope was sacrificed by Mo Wusheng.

Lin Zhe raised his eyebrows, knowing that this hundred-meter rope must not be ordinary, so he hurriedly avoided it.

"You can't hide!" Mo Wusheng's words were deafening.

This is the natal magic weapon of his grandfather, Elder Mo, and it has only been passed on to him for a short time, and it should have been used when he fought against Xiao Ming at the Wushuang Conference, but he didn't expect that in the selection, he would sacrifice his big killing weapon.

This is a seven-grade magic weapon, I'll see how you escape!

Mo silently sealed with his hand, and the rope was extremely obedient, flying straight towards Lin Zhe.

Hiss!

Lin Zhe gasped, after all, he couldn't escape the rope, and was tied up.

"Haha! I'm going to kill you. Mo laughed silently, like a madman.

Lin Zhe calmed down, he wanted to see how Mo Wusheng was going to kill him.

"First break your knowledge of the sea, and then slowly torture you. Mo Wusheng muttered to himself, a fine light shot out from his forehead, Mo Wusheng calmed down a little, he was tied up by a seven-grade magic weapon rope, and he couldn't run away at all.

Sure enough, Lin Zhe, who was tied by the rope, couldn't move, and let that wisp of divine consciousness disappear into the sea of consciousness.

"How is it possible!" Mo silently took half a step back, the wisp of divine consciousness he saw with his own eyes did not enter Lin Zhe's forehead, there was the sea of knowledge, where was the weakest sea of knowledge of the monk, once he was attacked by the divine sense, the sea of knowledge was broken, and he would definitely abolish his cultivation and become a wasted person.

But the sea of consciousness is really like the sea, and one's own consciousness falls into the sea like a stone, and there are no waves.

No way!

Mo roared silently, and in the blink of an eye, several divine senses shot out again.

But Lin Zhe is still safe and sound.

"I said, your realm is not as high as mine, do you believe it?" Lin Zhe made a gesture, looking empty-eyed.

What he wants is an infinite blow to Mo Silent Psychology.

"Do you know why your Divine Sense can't attack my Sea of Consciousness?" Lin Zhe said word by word, "Because your realm is far inferior to mine, and your Divine Sense is not as strong as mine, how can you break my Sea of Consciousness." ”

"Impossible!" Mo silently roared, "You lied to me, your current cultivation realm is far inferior to mine, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant." ”

"Really?" Lin Zhe smiled and raised his head to the sky, "Then why can't your divine sense attack me?"

Yes? Why?

Mo Wusheng was asked by Lin Zhe, and couldn't help but ask himself, why?

Lin Zhe looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he was happy, this fool was really fooled by himself.

At this time, Mo Wusheng was like a powder keg, just a fire.

Lin Zhe thought about it for a while, and slowly sealed his hands, ready to add the last fire.

"Do you know what a high-level spell is?" Lin Zhe smiled naturally.

Mo Wusheng was stunned, he naturally knew high-level spells, the so-called high-level spells refer to spells that can only be cultivated in the realm above the seven-rank god king, and most of those spells are spells that use nature as the power and can control all things.

"I'll show you what a high-level spell is. Lin Zhe smiled.

What! Can you use high-level spells?

Mo Wusheng naturally didn't believe it.

Suddenly, the earth shook!

Thundered!

Even everyone in the audience felt that the earth was trembling.

"Is this an earthquake?" someone shouted.

"Impossible, where did the earthquake come from at Tianshan Gate. ”

"But my feet keep shaking!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang!

Ling Feng and the others were suddenly swept into the sky, and the ground under their feet had cracked, and some disciples were actually dropped in, but the earth seemed to be controlled by someone, but after a while, someone was bounced out by a force, and in an instant, the land returned to calm, and the land under his feet seemed to have been renovated, the original stone steps were gone, but a piece of dirt filled the land under his feet, and the soil was still slightly wet, as if someone had renovated the land and plowed it.

"Flattening Spell!"

Someone finally recognized this spell, it was the Flat Earth Spell, a high-level spell.

The people in the stands naturally recognized that this was a flattening spell, and looking at the pinching mark on Lin Zhe's hand, it must be a flattening spell.

Everyone was shocked.

Even the most upright door masters stood up.

He could naturally see that the person who used the Flat Earth Mantra was undoubtedly Lin Zhe, but he was only a fourth-grade monk.

Everyone else was also shocked, that was the Flattening Spell, in the eyes of these elders, they could naturally see that this Flattening Spell was being released by Lin Zhe.

"How is that possible!" Elder Mo muttered, unable to believe all this.

Chu Aotian was the same, although he knew that Lin Zhe was casting a spell to level the earth in the morning, he was still puzzled, and he didn't even believe it, now that things are happening in front of him, he can't believe it!

Everyone fell silent, their faces full of incredulity.

Although everyone knows that Lin Zhe is a genius, how can a monk in his early ten years old be called a genius if he can have a four-grade cultivation.

But now they realized that the word genius was no longer enough to describe it.

Why?

Where can a genius compare with him, what is the purpose of improving cultivation, isn't it to cultivate himself, prolong his life, and cultivate high-level spells.

And he can directly cultivate high-level spells, which is equivalent to the skills that you can only learn at level 100 when you are at the first level, no one can beat it!

Up and down the stage, there was silence, and at this time, even if a needle fell to the ground, it would reach everyone's ears.

Finally, there was a noise.

It's no one else, it's Mo Silent!

Mo silently collapsed!

He couldn't believe it.

Even if Xiao Ming defeated him, he didn't do it, he just felt that maybe Xiao Ming was just more talented and hardworking than himself.

So he practiced desperately and learned talismans.

thought that in this way, he could surpass Xiao Ming and become the first person of the younger generation in the cultivation realm.

But now, he finally understands that there is no direct connection between effort and results.

Someone else can use high-level spells at the age of ten, what about him?

Joke!

Mo Wusheng felt that he was a joke at this time, and felt that the eyes cast by everyone in the audience were full of ridicule.

Finally, he collapsed!

A long rainbow streaked through.

Mo is silently gone!

No one knew where they went, only that their Senior Brother Mo seemed to be crazy.

yes, who does such a thing happen without collapsing.

Everyone is silently sorry for Mo, the first person in Tianshan Gate no longer exists, or has changed hands.

He once added glory, but was shot down by the eldest prince of the Xiao family, and now the king has returned, but before he could see his former enemy Xiao Ming, he was defeated again by a ten-year-old genius.

Why did all the unfortunate things happen to Senior Brother Mo, everyone looked at the direction of the Changhong with regret.

At this time, except for Xiao Ran in the audience, Chu Aotian on the stage no one cared about Lin Zhe, and Elder Mo had already turned into Changhong to chase his grandson.

Lin Zhe sighed, originally he just wanted to provoke Mo Wusheng, but he didn't expect to directly force him into a nervous disorder, he didn't expect his soil leveling spell to work so well, he didn't know how to defeat Mo Wusheng, after all, the realm was there, I didn't expect to scare people crazy, now it's okay, I don't have to bother to defeat him.

It's horrible.

Lin Zhe struggled for a while, and the rope was released, after all, his master didn't know where to go, and the rope didn't have the injection of divine power, just like an ordinary rope at this time.

"Since your master doesn't want you anymore, follow me. Lin Zhe put away the rope with peace of mind, a seven-grade magic weapon.