But Mo Yun did not have the slightest fear.

You are strong, you are strong, I have the rust to support the field.

He believed that the rust in his hand, such as the Excalibur, would definitely be fine.

As the sword slowly reached its peak, the tip of the sword began to fall.

Sure enough, Mo Yun felt a feeling of thorns in his back, as if someone was staring at him.

It must be the breath traction.

The rust in his hand has not moved, allowing the long sword on his head to fall rapidly.

"Brother Rust, don't let the tiles fall off at this time. ”

Mo Yun seemed to have felt a sharp aura washing over him, as if he was standing at the bottom of a waterfall and letting the sword-like water cut through him.

It made him feel a little painful.

At this time, Mo Yun realized Shang Huai's feelings, but his facial expression was far less hideous than Shang Huai's.

And Deng Yongchang, who saw Mo Yun's relaxed appearance, sneered in his heart.

"Hmph, see how long you can hold out. ”

In his opinion, Mo Yun was completely struggling, he had deliberately consulted his fellow senior brother Yu Zhengqing in order to better practice the Rulai Divine Sword, and let him perform it himself, and now he still vividly remembers that terrible feeling.

He didn't believe that Mo Yun could hold on forever.

Seeing that the sword qi storm above his head was getting closer and closer, Mo Yun couldn't help but want to lift the Heavenly Rust and learn from Shang Huai to resist it, he felt that with the hardness of the Heavenly Rust, he could still hold it up to some extent.

But he suddenly found that when he lifted the rust to a certain level, he could no longer go up.

Then he felt the familiar feeling of being controlled come back again.

Tianrust actually took the initiative to throw himself out and stabbed towards Deng Yongchang, who was casting spells, like a red lightning.

In an instant, it was in front of his eyes.

A thought flashed through Deng Yongchang's mind.

Mo Yun had the same thought in his heart.

Hurt each other?!

He (it) actually chose this trick.

Just as the Heavenly Rust was about to pierce Deng Yongchang's body, the Rulai Divine Sword above Mo Yun's head also arrived.

At this moment, two figures quickly flashed on the high platform.

One left and one right, appeared on the stage.

Whew——

Tianrust was forced to stop at Deng Yongchang's Adam's apple.

And the Rulai Divine Sword above Mo Yun's head was bounced away, and Mo Yun was not injured.

Even Si Ningdong stood up and paid attention to the changes on the stage.

Appearing beside the two of them were Sect Leader Mo Zhizhi and Great Elder Chang Wenlin.

Chang Wenlin stopped the rust.

But there is jealousy in his eyes.

It was the first time he had held the mysterious but seemingly tattered sword up close.

The next moment, he threw out the heavenly rust and returned it to Mo Yun.

No one saw that the palm of his rusty hand was a little scorched at the moment.

He even felt a mortal threat, which is why he didn't take Tianrust in his hand and study it carefully, but chose to give him back to Mo Yun.

Mo Yun picked up the Celestial Rust and sent it into the scroll.

And clapped his palms.

There was a callus there, which was grown from Mo Yun's long-term sword practice in this short period of time.

Mo Zhizhi also stood beside him with his hands, and his spiritual sense swept over and over again, checking whether Mo Yun was injured, and said in surprise.

"Your kid's physique is so strong!"

He also reached out and pinched Mo Yun's muscles, his skin was indeed solid.

"Master, why are you leaving? ”

At this time, a voice came from the other side, it was Deng Yongchang who asked the master Chang Wenlin who wanted to take him away for some reason.

He said.

"Obviously, this competition hasn't been decided yet, so why did you leave? ”

Chang Wenlin looked at Mo Yun, and then at Mo Zhizhi.

He replied coldly.

"If this is a battle to the death, you are afraid that your head has fallen to the ground now. ”

After hearing this, Deng Yongchang immediately refuted.

"I also know that he shot a sword at me, but my Rulai Excalibur is about to pierce his body, and he must have the same ending as me. ”

Chang Wenlin shook his head.

"You may not believe it, your crappy sword move didn't even pierce Mo Yun's skin!"

"What!"

Deng Yongchang's eyes widened, and he ran over and grabbed Mo Yun's hand to take a look.

He also saw it just now, Mo Yun subconsciously used his hand to resist the sword that fell on his head.

But at the moment, his hand was still like that, except for a calloon on it, there were no wounds in the rest of the place.

He also rubbed it carefully a few times, and the frightened Mo Yun quickly retracted his hand.

The Moyun fan group in the audience is also clamoring.

"Damn, Senior Brother Deng actually fell in love with Senior Brother Mo's European spirit, and actually took the opportunity to go up and suck it. ”

Where would Deng Yongchang think like this, he still couldn't believe it, and muttered to himself.

"Why..."

He suddenly remembered that the sword that was bounced away just now, wasn't it Mo Zhizhi's hand?

His eyes looked at Mo Zhizhi again, the latter had been behind his back since his hand appeared, and he didn't move, how could he make a move.

"It's me..... Lost. ”

Deng Yongchang and Chang Wenlin, who were dejected, left the Yanwu platform.

After hearing his words, the audience was in an uproar.

"How... It's as strong as Senior Brother Deng..."

It seems a little hard to believe.

On the other side, the regiment commander and the people around the regiment commander cheered loudly.

"It is worthy of Senior Brother Mo, a man full of European spirit. ”

Si Ningdong's face was also full of incredulity, she could clearly feel Deng Yongchang's horror, and even she might not be able to guarantee that she would be able to defeat him steadily, but now Mo Yun has done it, is it really as these people said, Mo Yun is full of anger and luck wins?

She reviewed it in her mind, and quickly dispelled the metaphysical idea.

She never believes in luck, her own strength is the most important thing.

Just by virtue of Mo Yun's ability to compete with Deng Yongchang dozens of times without falling behind, it can be seen that Mo Yun's own strength is not bad.

"It seems that I still underestimate him. ”

Soon, the head of the group took the lead, and the members of the fan group began to follow suit.

"Senior brother, senior brother. ”

"Senior Brother Mo Yun. ”

and other words to celebrate Mo Yun's victory as the senior brother.

At this time, a person came outside the martial arts stage with a sword.

It's still white, spotless.

Seeing Si Ningdong standing in the audience, he leaned over.

Urbane.

"I didn't expect Senior Sister Si to come earlier than me. ”

Hearing someone greet him, Si Ningdong turned his head.

Saluted.

"Senior Brother Yu also came so quickly. ”

It was none other than Yu Zhengqing, who had the highest cultivation among the disciples in the sect, after the competition during the Qi refining period, the next thing to do was the ranking between the disciples of their foundation building period, and he also estimated the time to come to the martial arts platform, in fact, there is no doubt that the senior brother in the foundation building period is definitely Yu Zhengqing for a second time.

He's still as elegant.

"I don't know if my senior sister has encountered any difficulties in her cultivation recently, I may be able to give some advice. ”

For his enthusiasm, Si Ningdong politely refused.

"Senior Brother Xie is kind, he has been practicing some simple swordsmanship in recent days, and it is quite smooth. ”

Yu Zhengqing showed a little appreciation.

"Then when I meet my junior sister later, I hope my subordinates will be merciful, haha. ”

Senior Brother Yu laughed. ”

It just so happened that Mo Yun also came down.

"Ning Dong, do you want me to stay and cheer you on? ”

He smiled cheaply, it was obvious that he was in a good mood when he became a senior brother, especially when he thought that there would be a huge amount of spirit stone subsidies.

"Yo, Senior Brother Yu is here too. ”

He greeted Yu Zhengqing again.

Yu Zhengqing smiled humbly.

"Senior Brother Mo has shined this time and has become the senior brother of this Qi refining lineage, congratulations, congratulations, this can also make my Senior Brother Deng calm down and focus more on cultivation. ”

Mo Yun waved his hand.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, or Senior Brother Deng's subordinates are merciful. ”

This Mo Yun, while saying that he didn't dare to be, began to call Deng Yongchang his junior brother.

After Yu Zhengqing heard this, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, and he didn't save face at all.

"I still hope that Senior Brother Mo will not indulge in the propaganda of others, which will lead to stagnation in strength. ”

"Where, where. ”

I wanted to indulge, but he didn't have the time.

After Yu Zhengqing finished speaking, he walked to the side and closed his eyes to recuperate, in the final analysis, he is also a sword idiot, he is a seed that Chang Wenlin is optimistic about, and he will definitely be able to become a disciple of Jindan, and he is even expected to break through the Yuanying realm.

At this time, Mo Zhizhi on the stage began to announce the lottery for the foundation building period, because the number of foundation building disciples is small, so it can basically be completed within a few days, and it does not take too much time.

At Si Ningdong's request, Mo Yun didn't stay in the martial arts arena to watch her competition, maybe she was afraid of making a fool of herself in front of Mo Yun, if she didn't stick to a few moves, it wouldn't be very shameless.

Originally, I wanted to appreciate Si Ningdong's immortal posture of fighting, and maybe there would be some spring-like pictures, but under her strong request, she could only cheapen the disciples in the audience.

A group of guys in the Qi refining period famously stayed to observe the senior brothers, but in fact, they didn't come for this Si Ning Dong, obscene!

Mo Yun had no choice but to go down the mountain in advance.

"You can go to the Scripture Pavilion and choose a swordsmanship. ”

Mo Yun's ears suddenly heard Mo Zhizhi's voice.

He looked back, and the latter was nodding at him.

The Pavilion of the Scriptures?

In my memory, this is a place that contains many swordsmanship methods of the Sword European Gate, and each of them is not easy to come by, and the disciples need to exchange the contributions obtained when completing the tasks issued by the sect in exchange for the right to participate in the method.

In the past, because Mo Yun had no intention of practicing swords, he had never been to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Mo Yun wondered in his heart, "I don't seem to have any tasks yet, right?" Could it be that my father saw me too shabby and gave me the back door?"

He looked at Mo Zhizhi with a look of surprise.

There is no better son than a father.

Seeing Mo Yun's smug smile, Mo Zhizhi added.

"This is what you have earned yourself, it is the privilege of the senior brother this time, you can choose any sword art to comprehend, don't think about it, I won't open the back door for you because you are my son. ”

"Ah~~ I see. ”

Mo Yun thought he had taken advantage of something.

Under the farewell of a group of disciples, he left the martial arts platform, at this time, the competition on the stage had begun, and its power was so great that even Mo Yun who came out of the martial arts platform could still feel it.

Cheap guys too.

Mo Yun looked down on those disciples in his heart, saying that he was a loyal fan, but one by one he left himself behind because of the appearance of the beautiful woman, and he was wronged.

(PS: Mo Yun was finally forced to become a senior brother after a lot of hardships (all kinds of dog blood), brother cute, can you put the comment area in tears?)

Hahaha,Finally, I would like to welcome those new readers.,Don't be fooled.,I'm an honest.、Serious、Honest.,Honest.... (1,000 words omitted) people, hee-hee. ）