The sect is large, and it is often carried out.

Although Elder Qiu said that he wanted to arrange a battle for the remaining seventy-two people, if someone jumped out and named and picked a person to fight against him, it was okay.

But since you dare to do this, you won't pick someone weaker than yourself, otherwise you will win, and you will be said to be dishonorable.

So someone jumped out immediately. It was a young man dressed as a scholar, and after he looked around at the people on the field, he looked at Mo Wunian, who seemed out of place with the crowd.

There is no other reason, the sect where the young man was born, there was a fellow disciple in the "hodgepodge" competition at the beginning, he met Mo Wunian, and he was wearing the disciple uniform of the Phantom Sky Sect, looking at the strength of the sect, the young junior disciple directly admitted defeat.

But afterwards, his junior brother woke up again... scolded Mo Wunian for bullying people, so he told him all this.

"Daoist friends are wearing the clothes of their own sect, but they have a bit of a sense of bullying! I'll seek justice for my junior brother!" The young scholar said loudly, bowed to Mo Wunian, and was about to invite him to the empty field to compete.

It was also after he said this that everyone's attention was focused on his clothes.

Although it is an unwritten and non-mandatory rule not to wear the clothes of one's own sect, if someone does this, he will still be ashamed of everyone.

"What about the face of the Great Sect? It turns out to be a bully thing!"

Suddenly, some people remembered that when the isolation circle had not been removed, there was an area that merged very quickly, and it turned out that this was the reason.

Some of the people who lost to Mo Wunian also became demons, shouting that they wanted to compete with Mo Wunian again.

But for these voices, everyone didn't say anything, and it didn't make much sense to compare them again, just because they saw the identity of the other party, they admitted defeat, and those people lost their own Dao hearts.

"This Mo Wunian ......" Zhou Deming originally thought that Mo Wunian could already make him worry-free, but now it seems that even if he changes "no learning and no skills", it will still give him a headache.

In the crowd, Lin Zuoqing looked at Mo Wunian but felt that he might not go to the battle.

Just like when he and Mo Wunian were going to fight, Mo Wunian saw that his realm was higher than him, and he had the intention of directly admitting defeat.

Mo Wunian left Lin Zuoqing with the impression of being timid and afraid, because the young man's cultivation aura had already been released, and he was also asking about the physical realm, but in terms of breath, it was much more stable than Mo Wunian.

No matter what, he couldn't be the young man's opponent.

Thinking that his junior sister liked such a timid and fearful person, Lin Zuoqing's fists clenched.

Everyone looked at Mo Wunian, waiting for him to speak. It seemed that a long time had passed, and perhaps only a short time had passed, and a sentence came out of his mouth lightly: "You should choose someone else, you can't hold my sword." ”。

Then, even a needle can fall off the silence on the field.

Lin Zuoqing felt that if a person like him was afraid of fighting against that young man, he could say something else, but just saying such a big thing would make people laugh and be generous.

The ideas of the people on the field are different, but most of them are similar to Lin Zuoqing's ideas, they think that Mo Wunian is really powerful, but he should fight with the young man for a while to distinguish the winner and loser, as for his remarks of "winning with a sword", just listen to it, if he can't win the young man immediately, just watch his jokes......

Mo Wunian said this, he didn't mean anything else, he felt that since he was going to participate in the sect competition, it was natural that the higher the rank, the better, but it was a little irrational to choose him, he reminded the young man that it was also "goodwill".

"Well, if I can't defeat Daoyou within twenty moves, then I have lost. The young man was not angry, and replied to Mo Wunian with a smile.

Twenty moves to defeat the enemy...... However, his words are also frivolous, but they are acceptable.

But for Murong Xiu, the disciples who had watched her fight against Mo Wunian have no doubts about Mo Wunian's words, because the young man may really not be able to hold up a sword.

The young man pinched the Dharma Seal in his hand, and a sword box was born in the void in front of him.

Whoosh whoosh ......

A series of swords flew out of it, breaking through the air and displaying in front of him.

He only uses the most ordinary martial arts, which can also be used here. But any kind of technique, as long as it is cultivated to a certain extent, it is not as good as underestimating.

As the fingerprints in his hands changed, several flying swords buzzed and rushed into the sky, cutting the clouds in the air into wisps, and there was a feeling of cold sand in a smoke cage, which was very beautiful.

But everyone's attention was not there, only to see several flying swords pouring down, like a long dragon glowing with silver light, each sword was a scale on its body.

The young man even stepped on a flying sword and followed behind several flying swords in order to be able to better control the flying swords.

When everyone saw this, no one looked at Mo Wunian, before they thought that the young man's words of "twenty moves to defeat the enemy" were a little frivolous, but now they seem to be modest.

Mo Wunian stood motionless, even with nothing in his hands, and he was not ready to meet this blow.

Everyone was also surprised, because at this time, there was no elder in the Illusory Sky Sect to protect him, and they seemed to have foreseen the scene where he was cut into pieces by these flying swords.

The sword reached his body, but Mo Wunian finally moved, he stretched out his hand and reached into the sword light dragon, as if he wanted to take out one of the several flying swords in front of him for his own use.

And his approach is no different from taking a chestnut out of fire in the eyes of everyone, or even worse than that.

At this point, the young man seemed to sense something, and felt that the person on the other side was a little muna, or that there was something wrong with his head. He wanted to get his sword back in time.

He killed people in a competition, and his sect was against a big sect like the Phantom Sky Sect, and his elders couldn't protect him.

But it was obviously a little late, and the sword light had completely shrouded Mo Wunian in it.

But then, everyone didn't see any scene of flesh and blood flying, as if it was raining, and several flying swords all fell to the ground.

Mo Wunian himself inside was not damaged at all, and the young man spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The crowd couldn't see it, but the young man saw it most clearly. He saw Mo Wunian stretch out a hand, then took out a sword from it to block all the swords that came in front of him, and struck him on the back with the back of the sword, knocking him unconscious.

The young man was thinking, what kind of speed did Mo Wunian do this...... It looks very slow, but it is actually very fast, and because it is so fast that it is not clear to the naked eye, what I see is only a slow illusion with residual images.

Speed aside, what kind of mental strength is it to find a pattern to take out a sword from the irregular number of flights, and then block all the swords in front of him?

Some of the monks with higher cultivation levels on the field also saw the clue from this, and exclaimed: "This son is really good! Only this calculating mental strength has surpassed more than half of the cultivation peers in Qingzhou!"

Among them is Lin Zuoqing, he originally thought that he had seen through Mo Wunian, but now that he looks at it again, he himself is confused......

Wu Mu was also nervous about Mo Wunian, and even flew in front of Mo Wunian regardless of people's obstacles, but now seeing that he was fine, he laughed heartlessly again.

Seeing this, Zhou Deming showed a relieved smile.

But a group of ordinary cultivators didn't think so, they felt that it was the last moment, the young man forcibly took back the sword in order to protect Mo Wunian, but it was the backlash that hit him hard.

It's a pity that the young man has already passed out in a coma and can't explain for Mo Wunian.

And such people also account for the majority, and immediately some people shouted that it was unfair.

Elder Qiu announced Mo Wunian's victory, and he could see the real situation clearly, but he didn't bother to explain it to those people.

After that, Mo Wunian flew back to Murong Xiu's side.

She was the only one on the field who didn't change her face from beginning to end. Although she had only been with Mo Wunian for a few months, no one could know him better than her.

She thinks that it is normal for him to win, and it is also natural, so natural that it is as simple as eating and drinking.

Over there, Wu Mu saw that Mo Wunian naturally fell to Murong Xiu's side But he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, originally she comforted herself again and again to calm down her mood, but it didn't take long to see him standing with her, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Finally, she walked to the middle of the field, staring at Murong Xiu with a bit of hostility in her eyes.