At first, Xiao Mo thought that there was something wrong with his eyes, but after a closer look, he realized that the armor was real.

With the previously shattered golden armor, his body actually began to stretch out to welcome the regeneration of the armor.

"Ah......h

Xiao Mo looked at the sky outside and finally smiled......

Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate.

These are the eight levels that inspire cultivators. Because the division was too general, it was abandoned by later generations. However, among the upper-level cultivators of Tianmen Mountain, this grading method was still widely circulated.

The ethereal realm that Xiao Mo broke through was considered a heavenly realm, and it belonged to the primary level. If you want to reach Fang Zhanling's realm, I'm afraid you have to break through the Xuan Realm level. This has nothing to do with rank, it is a matter of personal ability, if the higher the rank, the stronger the exercises, it will also increase the individual's cultivation, allowing the cultivator to break through the realm faster.

Although Xiao Mo couldn't reach Fang Zhanling's realm for a while, he was in the lower ranks, and no one dared to mess with him.

Xiao Mo's body began to burn, he looked at the cave in front of him, and with a little force, the heavens and the earth seemed to explode, blasting out a larger hole.

His physical body was also reborn again.

After repeating it a few times, Xiao Mo completely digested the elixir, and he looked at the faintly visible armor on his body, and was very happy.

On the second day, the heroes gathered.

Xiao Mo reported from the Juying Pavilion on the lower floor.

There was a crowd here, but when they saw Xiao Mo coming, everyone was whispering behind them.

Xiao Mo knew that the last time he fought in the last battle, he was already famous in Tianmen Mountain. Not to mention the children of the poor family, even some of the monks of the children of the family were impressed by Xiao Mo.

Few people dared to go against the cultivators, but Xiao Mo did it, and was personally received by the sect gods.

A little alchemist. It was not easy to get to where we are today.

The new chief monk began the roll call.

"Xiao Mo!"

"Fang Yin'er!"

"Fang Zhanling!"

Everyone was surprised, Fang Zhanling was an upper-rank monk, how could he participate in this assessment competition? Could it be that he personally asked to participate?

"Brother, why are you here too?" frowned slightly, feeling a little incredible.

"You sign up for the battlefield. If your brother is not by your side, how can your father rest assured? Originally, you low-level monks are just full of appearance, and I must be by your side to protect you. When Fang Zhanling said this, the tenderness on his face made Xiao Mo chuckle in his heart.

This kid is really good at making excuses, obviously he wants to be majestic in front of Fang Yin'er, but he says that it is entrusted by her father!

"This senior brother, you are an upper-rank monk, it doesn't seem appropriate to appear here. Besides, you and Fang Yin'er are brother and sister. Well, some people will say that you opened the back door to your sister on the test. A child of a family still looked disdainful, looking at Fang Zhanling's courtesy to Fang Yin'er, he came up and poured a basin of cold water.

"You are a gentleman with the heart of a villain, it is true that I am an upper-level monk, and it is not wrong that you need to participate in this battlefield. However, for generations, the entrance exams have required middle-level and high-level monks as the first battle to fight against the demon clan. And those of you who haven't gotten started yet. It's not about dying in the past, it's about training on the battlefield. My appearance. Be in order. There is no such thing as opening a back door to anyone. Fang Zhanling smiled lightly, he remembered the child of the family.

When the man heard this, he did not speak any more.

It's just that their brother and sister are together, and Fang Zhanling is of a very high rank, so he must help Fang Yin'er. The crowd just couldn't get used to it, but they couldn't say why.

Xiao Mo's pupils tightened. Just watching the excitement from the sidelines. He wanted to see how majestic Fang Zhanling could be on the battlefield!

"The cress here are from antiquity, separating us from the rest of the people. But the demon clan has always been eyeing our human race, although there is no large-scale war, but small-scale hand-to-hand combat has been continuous. This experience. It is to let you know that it is your responsibility to keep our Terran safe and secure. If you are timid, you can leave now. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, so you all be careful. Otherwise no one can do you. The chief monk smiled slightly, but his gaze fell on Xiao Mo's body.

really lives up to its name, looking at this figure, it is a genius who practices martial arts. If you have more experience, you are likely to become a new generation of fighting gods in the future.

After the chief monk finished speaking, he handed out pills, artifacts, and life-saving scrolls to everyone.

Fang Zhanling turned around and stared at Xiao Mo endlessly. That day in front of the sect god, Fang Zhanling didn't get any benefits, but let the slippery boy in front of him have the upper hand, in today's battle, Fang Zhanling will definitely teach Xiao Mo a good lesson, let him know what is the difference between respect and inferiority.

Xiao Mo chose a pair of armor among the many artifacts, although he still had an invisible armor in his body as protection, but he had to be fully armed when he went to battle. Not only must he guard against the attack of the demon clan, but he must also guard against the monks of the upper ranks who secretly kill him.

Everyone watched Xiao Mo choose a weapon, and they all chose the same thing. They looked at Xiao Mo's eyes and became adoring.

Until Zheng Ran quietly walked up to the stage, several female monks looked at Zheng Ran happily, as if they saw Prince Charming.

Fang Zhanling also turned around and stared, and found that Zheng Ran, this kid, was still the same as before.

Zheng Ran is unhurried no matter what he does, and he never fights with others. He is completely unsuitable for cultivating in Tianmen Mountain, such a detached master from outside the world, suitable for becoming a god, and not suitable for surviving in a place like the lower level.

Xiao Mo's impression of Zheng Ran was still good, at least that day in front of the sect god, he spoke for Xiao Mo, and he didn't exaggerate any cleanliness, and told the truth. As long as the person in his heart is not distorted, Xiao Mo likes it very much now.

With a bang, everyone prepared to go to battle.

But at this moment, in a burst of void, there was a powerful fighting qi, and this fighting qi almost circled, like a violent storm, pressing on the top of everyone's heads.

That strength is definitely not something that ordinary martial artists can condense out.

Xiao Mo was startled, but he didn't move.

However, many monks in Tianmen Mountain were overwhelmed by this powerful force, and they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to that person.

Xiao Mo judged through his strength that this person was definitely not from Tianmen Mountain, if he guessed correctly, this person was the legendary Sword Venerable.

Only Sword Venerable's sword qi can achieve this effect. Without the help of any power, he condensed in the void, and he could kill people invisibly.

When a few people saw this situation, they thought that the sect god was coming, but when they looked up, a strange old man passing by was standing in the air, smiling at everyone. (To be continued.) )