Elder Sword's hand on the armrest tightened, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"This little guy is interesting, do you have any impression of the martial arts he uses?"

Elder Huang and Elder Guang, who were also attracted by Mo Li, shook their heads: "No, it should be this kid's chance." ”

"That's right, my Wanjian Mountain boxing martial arts are already small, this martial art has the momentum to burn everything, and the power is extremely strong, if it is my Wanjian Mountain, we will definitely not know each other. ”

"Elder Zheng Zhi, do you know this little guy?"

Elder Jian had a hint of interest in Mo Li, and immediately asked Elder Zheng Zhi.

"Jian Lao, this disciple's name is Mo Li, Dabi was ranked seventy before, and he has only been in the outer gate for half a year. ”

Elder Huang was surprised: "Half a year, I remember that the time for recruiting disciples this time should have been half a year ago, could it be ......?"

Zheng Zhi nodded: "That's right, he was promoted from a miscellaneous disciple to an outer disciple half a year ago. Oh, by the way, he came to my Ten Thousand Swords Mountain two years ago, and it was Elder Qin who brought him back. ”

"Oh, Lao Qin brought him back, you tell me about him carefully. ”

Hearing Elder Qin's name, Elder Sword was really interested in Mo Li.

And Elder Huang and Elder Guang also pricked up their ears, they were also very curious.

Elder Zheng Zhi informed the three of them about Mo Li.

"The meridians were all broken and I became a miscellaneous disciple, and then I reached the current point in half a year?"

Elder Sword did not hide the surprise in his eyes, and then looked at Mo Li with appreciation.

"People with strong talents are terrible, but the most terrible thing is people who can climb out of the abyss. If this son does not die, he will become a great weapon. ”

The three elders on the stage discussed softly, but there was silence in the audience.

"I'm not mistaken......"

One of the five groups of disciples in the ring pulled his face.

"Jiang Huaze lost?

Everyone still couldn't believe it, and in a few breaths, it reversed in an instant.

From the beginning to the end of Mo Li's move, Jiang Huaze had almost no power to fight back.

"This strength of Mo Li, is not more than seventy? I finally know why Liang Jie admitted defeat yesterday, with this strength, the top twenty are proper. ”

"Damn, it was originally a group of death, I thought it would be better to eliminate a Ma Guangli, but I didn't expect a Mo Li!"

Zhang Shuang and Ding Hao, who were standing at the front, glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

thought that after Ma Guangli was eliminated, the five groups would be the world of the two of them. Unexpectedly, a dark horse was suddenly killed, and the strength shown by Mo Li was enough to attract the attention of the two of them.

"I can't believe it, Jiang Huaze has been defeated, and it seems that he has no power to fight back!"

Because the crowd of spectators was far away, they could not observe the battle in the ring in detail, so everyone was a little unclear about what happened to Mo Li's victory over Jiang Huaze.

In the crowd of heated discussions, one person sneered at the five groups of people in the audience, with a hint of happiness in his eyes.

"It's good that I threw in the towel, I didn't expect him to be so strong. Didn't you laugh at me, now you can laugh at another one!"

This person is Liang Jie.

Seeing that everyone in the audience was shocked by Mo Li's revealed strength, Liang Jie felt a little proud in his heart.

You laughed at me, but now you're hitting you in the face.

"Mo Li, well done!"

A loud laugh came into the ears of Mo Li, who was walking towards the ring, and Mo Li's footsteps were stunned.

looked at the source of the voice, but saw Jin Zhan give him a thumbs up, and then laughed again.

Mo Li was puzzled, like the second monk was puzzled.

I won, Brother Jin Zhan is so happy?

Shaking his head, he couldn't figure out what Jin Zhan was thinking, and Mo Li slowly walked out of the ring.

He was greeted by several awe-struck glances and two hostile glances.

Mo Li looked at Zhang Shuang and Ding Hao, smiled, and closed his eyes to breathe.

"Hahaha, remember, 1,000 contribution points per person. ”

Jin Zhan was in a good mood and said to the few people who had bet on Jiang Huazesheng.

"Hmph, I'm not going to cheat. ”

Wu Zhenjie's face was ugly, and he glanced at Mo Li fiercely.

Not only Wu Zhenjie, but also the few people who lost had a faint unkindness towards Mo Li.

Chang Fengshou and Zhao Jinyan glanced at Mo Li with a little surprise, but they didn't expect to really win. In the blink of an eye, he saw Meng Bufan looking as he should be.

"Zheng Qiu, how is it, how do you feel?"

Jin Zhan asked suddenly.

Zheng Qiu's face was normal, as if he didn't care at all. Only pinching the slightly whitish knuckles of the armrest revealed his uneasiness.

Then he glanced at Mo Li with a little deep meaning, and smiled: "Hehe, the stronger my Wanjian Mountain disciple is, it means that my Wanjian Mountain is becoming more and more prosperous, and I am naturally happy." ”

Jin Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Then he turned his head and said no more.

This was the second time that Jin Zhan had asked Zheng Qiu like this, and several people around him were secretly wondering what was going on between the two.

"Mo Li has already won, don't lose. ”

Su Yuechan said with a smile.

Lin Yue, who was beside her, stepped forward and walked to the ring: "Don't worry, I'm still waiting to fight with you." ”

And above the ring, there is already a figure.

"In this battle, Lin Yuezhan Ren Yifei!"

Ren Yifei, ranked twenty-five.

"Senior Sister Lin Yue, please advise!"

Looking at Lin Yue solemnly, Ren Yifei arched his hand.

The ink sword appeared in his hand, and Lin Yue bowed slightly.

"Senior Sister Lin Yue, you're welcome!"

Before the words fell, Ren Yifei's figure had already galloped out.

Ren Yifei's strength was much stronger than the previous Lu Changsheng, Lin Yue didn't hold it up, and suddenly rushed out and greeted him.

"Ding!"

Spirit swords collided and made a sound.

The next moment, the ink sword slashed across the sword at a strange angle and stabbed at Ren Yifei.

Ren Yifei's pupils shrank, and the ink sword at this time was actually in a curved state.

Mo Li, who was paying attention to this battle, nodded.

The ink sword, according to the mind of the person holding the sword, can be turned into a soft sword and a hard sword at any time.

Ren Yifei's figure quickly retreated, and at the same time, he swept away with his sword, striking at the curved sword body that attacked.

Lin Yue's eyes flashed: "'Pattern Sword Technique'!"

There seemed to be ripples on the ink sword, and Ren Yifei's sword stood on it, as if he wanted to stand on the surface of the water, spreading the ripples around.

Receiving this blow, the ink sword did not change at all, and still stabbed at Ren Yifei.

Ren Yifei's heart tightened, the spiritual power under his feet exploded, and his body moved half a meter to the left.

Seeing that the ink sword seemed to be piercing into the air, the corners of Lin Yue's mouth rose slightly.

The sword body turned strangely again, changed directions, and the sword light flashed.

Ren Yifei's body retreated quickly, but his face was still pale.

Lin Yue did not pursue and stood in place.

Ren Yifei touched his right arm, and a trace of blood fell on his hand.

In the end, although he tried his best to dodge, he was still scratched a little.

Fortunately, it did not affect the battle, Ren Yifei exhaled lightly and rushed out again.

With a shock of his right hand, he suddenly danced the spirit sword, and the spirit flowers seemed to appear with the tip of the sword.

"May!"

Winter seems to have arrived, and the cold wind is bitter. Several plums swayed with the cold wind and floated in front of Lin Yue.

Lin Yue slashed at it with a sword, and a powerful wood spirit power erupted, but it was like a root, wrapped around the ink sword.

Lin Yue snorted lightly: "Pattern Sword Technique, scatter!"

The ripples spread out, crushing the plum blossoms.

"Ran!"

At this moment, the cold winter suddenly warmed up, and the spring breeze was warm. A large number of orchids seem to fall from the sky to welcome the arrival of spring.

Flowers and beauties, as if attracted by Lin Yue, the orchids are all towards Lin Yue.

"Water Curtain!"

Lin Yue naturally wouldn't let Ren Yifei succeed, the ink sword drew a circle, and a blue water curtain appeared above Lin Yue's head.

The orchids fell on the water curtain, causing ripples, but none of them could break through the water curtain and come to Lin Yue.

"Bamboo!"

Ren Yifei, whose face was gradually pale, snorted coldly, and the wood spirit power surged.

On a warm spring day, the temperature suddenly rises, and a warm summer day arrives.

The orchids that fell on the water curtain suddenly began to swell, and in the blink of an eye, they had grown into towering bamboos.

The water curtain suddenly had countless protrusions, but it was stretched by bamboo.

"Poh...... Poof!"

Just like a needle piercing a membrane, the water curtain broke in response, and the bamboos were like swords, straight into Lin Yue.

If it is directly hit, it will become a hornet's nest of humanoids.

Lin Yue's eyes narrowed, and her lips opened slightly: "Lang!"

The right hand slashed continuously, and the ink sword slashed out several sword lights in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The sound of the tide suddenly came from the stage.

The sound of waves crashing on the shore makes people feel like they are on the beach.

The sword light slashed out by the ink sword suddenly changed, and a torrent appeared.

Layer by layer surging upwards.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one wave is stronger than the other.

Several waves met the bamboo falling from the sky, and without the slightest hindrance, the bamboo was swallowed.

Then the castration continued unabated, and the momentum was huge, and he flew towards Ren Yifei.

The surging water spiritual power rushed to his face, and the breath of the tide made Ren Yifei's slightly pale face change greatly.

"Ju!"

With a loud shout, the spiritual power in the body was quickly extracted.

In the humid air, there was suddenly a hint of fragrance, the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Chrysanthemums suddenly bloomed, as if autumn had arrived.

"Wow, that's a lot of flowers!"

To make a long story, this battle also takes place in one breath, so everyone watching the battle is to experience the four seasons in one breath.

The chrysanthemum and the wave finally collided, and the first wave stopped advancing.

Boom - the second hit the first layer from the wave, and it advanced quite a bit in an instant.

Ren Yifei's face was ugly, and he resisted with all his strength.

The third and fourth floors arrived at the same time.

The chrysanthemum retreated and was pushed by the wave to Ren Yifei.

Ren Yifei gritted his teeth and shouted: "Explosion!"

The chrysanthemum, which was desperately resisting, trembled suddenly, and exploded at the same time the next moment.

The tide was broken and vanished.

But Lin Yue didn't make a move, but put away his sword.

Ren Yifei swayed and slowly landed on the ring, his face bloodless.

He was not injured, but there was no spiritual power left in his body.

glanced at Lin Yue with admiration, knowing that this was Lin Yue's intention, otherwise he would not be safe and sound.

"I lost. ”

"In this battle, Lin Yue wins!"

Mo Li smiled, and the result was expected.

However, the next moment, Mo Li sighed and looked at the third group.