There is an attic behind the competition platform, and at this time there is an old man in green clothes and a white beard sitting in the attic. The man's eyes were shining, his skin was delicate and radiant, and he was full of energy, and if it weren't for the white hair, he would never have seen his age. The old man's eyes remained motionless as he stared at the two people on the stage who were competing, showing admiring glances and nodding frequently from time to time.

The old man looked at the two people on the stage for a long time, and asked a little boy beside him.

"Who are those two in the audience?"

Xiao Daotong replied respectfully.

"Master, the one wearing the mask among the two is the famous iron-faced scholar in Yongzhou City. With the folding fan as a weapon, calligraphy and painting as the artistic conception of cultivation, and the deep inner breath, most of the moves are as majestic as mountains, rivers and lakes, and he is a rare master among the younger generation.

And the white-robed young man is said to be a disciple of the Xuanzong Sword Sect, and his cultivation should be the Xuanzong Rectification. ”

The little Taoist boy told all the information he had gotten, and the old man said thoughtfully after hearing it.

"Yes, two young people with a lot of potential. That young man was actually a master disciple of the Xuanzong Sword Sect, which was rare. The Sword Sect Conferences held by my Beidou Sword Sect in the past are the most valuable this year, and I will personally meet them as a teacher later. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he stopped making a sound, and only stared at the two people on the stage intently.

Mo Sang and the iron-faced scholar fought for dozens of rounds, each with a victory, but at this time, Mo Sang had already suffered a loss from insufficient cultivation. Because the time has dragged on for too long, he has begun to lose his breath. This is still supported by Hongxia helping him to regulate his internal breath and constantly restoring his true qi, otherwise he would have been defeated a long time ago. And the iron-masked scholar was not comfortable at this time, he completely muttered about Mo Sang's strength. Originally, he sensed that although the opponent's swordsmanship was exquisite, his cultivation was insufficient, and no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship was, it would not be able to exert much power without the support of deep internal breath.

Originally, the iron-masked scholar estimated that the opponent would be defeated due to the exhaustion of internal breath after holding out for a maximum of thirty rounds, but at this time, he had already fought for seventy or eighty rounds, and he did not see the opponent's attack strength decrease. Although the other party has also shown the appearance of internal exhaustion, he is also consuming a lot now. The other party's true qi is extremely weird, and every contact is as uncomfortable as being struck by lightning. This made the iron-masked scholar have to consume a large amount of true qi to resist the lightning strike when he fought, so although he was higher in cultivation than his opponent, he was unable to win for a long time.

Mo Sang and the iron-masked scholar came down for dozens of rounds, and they felt that they were getting braver and braver. Usually, it is difficult to know the depth of one's own cultivation, but now he has met an opponent who is strong enough, which also makes him feel excited. Although the consumption of internal breath is huge, there is Hongxia who has been regulating internal breath and restoring his true qi, and he is not worried that he will dry up his internal breath. Mo Sang took advantage of the gap between the two of them to quickly recover a large amount of true qi, he was not in a hurry, and the opponent was not in a hurry.

The iron-masked scholar said to Mo Sang with a little playfulness.

"Brother Dao has good strength, not only is his internal breath profound, but his sword technique is so exquisite, and he is not a disciple of the Xuanzong Sword Sect. However, I have only made tentative contact with you in the following moments. I'm going to get real next, so be careful. ”

Mo Sang smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation to the iron-faced scholar, as if to say: At this time, there is no need to say more, everything is as you wish.

The iron-faced scholar laughed and spread the folding fan to his chest, and a famous landscape painting appeared in Mo Sang's sight. The painting in the folding fan seems to come to life, and the mountains and streams are jumping, and you can see everything bit by bit. In an instant, the scene changed rapidly, and the originally quiet mountains and rivers suddenly turned into an endless ocean. The sea was turbulent, and Mo Sang seemed to be in the stormy waves at this time, and his body swayed in the waves.

Mo Sang was a little flustered because he found himself in a very dangerous situation. The iron-masked scholar used a kind of illusion array, introducing the opponent into his own illusion and using the scene he was most familiar with to play against him. Invisibly, the time and place are taken advantage of, and there are many murderous opportunities in the illusion, and if you are not careful, you will be kicked out directly.

Mo Sang carefully coped with all the changes, he silently recited the Peerless Pure Heart Mantra to stabilize his mind and try to observe the flaws in this illusion. There seemed to be some starlight flashing in the waves, and Mo Sang's eyes showed a fine light, and he was overjoyed: Beidou Sword Array!

Mo Sang sacrificed the purple and blue sword, and the sword instantly swelled with purple and blue light. What is the matter if you don't make a move now? That little bit of flickering starlight has already helped Mo Sang pave everything, Mo Sang walked along the seven formations of the Beidou Sword Formation: Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Shaoguang, and the body was flooded with a little starlight, and the majestic power of the stars was instantly poured into the seven formations.

With this Beidou Sword Array by his side, Mo Sang was not afraid of the stormy waves. The waves in the environment are monstrous, but no matter how it impacts, it can never invade the Beidou Sword Formation at all. Mo Sang stood firm at this time and looked for the way to break the formation, the great power contained in the waves is just the moon in the mirror, if you don't look at him, he doesn't exist. If you see it, you will be afraid. The seven stars of the Big Dipper gathered, the power of the stars rose, and Mo Sang exclaimed with the help of this huge force:

"Broken!"

The purple and green sword traveled all the way from the Shaking Light Star and ended in the Heavenly Pivot. In the midst of the large array, seven formations shot out an aurora one after another. Seven rays of light pierced the sky in an instant, and the stormy waves gradually dried up like sourceless water. Mo Sang flew on top of the purple and green sword, laughed, and flew into the sky to break out of the mirage, and the iron-faced scholar saw that his most proud phantom array was forced to turn pale. He was also seriously injured by this, and suddenly a sweet sensation welled up from his throat, and the iron-masked scholar spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Although it was not broken, it was also severely damaged by Mo Sang's Big Dipper Sword Array. Mo San didn't add any more attacks, after all, it was just a competition. Although I won, it was not easy. Mo Sang felt that the iron-faced scholar was not only polite, but also extraordinary, and was a respectable opponent.

At this time, after a short period of calm, the audience finally broke out into amazing cheers. Everyone in the audience couldn't help but chant Mossan's name, and the young women were already screaming, as if they were just so that their idols could hear their voices and maybe notice them.

The reason why Mo Sang was able to win the iron-faced scholar was actually not entirely his own credit. That Neidan helped him at a critical time, if there was no Neidan to support him, Mo Sang would never be able to use the Big Dipper Sword Formation only with the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Period. Therefore, he just won the game by luck, but it allowed him to understand a trace of the mystery of the Beidou Sword Formation when he was in danger, and he thought that this was his biggest gain in this competition. And the vanity of those victories means nothing to him!