"Bastard!"

The three people of the Wuji Sword Sect were so naked and humiliated by Mo Wudao, they suddenly felt faceless, they were furious, they pulled out their flying swords, and they wanted to teach this guy who didn't know the height of the sky a lesson.

"Guests, please stop!"

A peaceful voice sounded, dispelling the tense atmosphere, and the shopkeeper of the Three Laughing Buildings walked up with a smile and stopped the three people of the Wuji Sword Sect.

"No use of force is allowed in the Sanxiao Building, and a few guest officers are also asked to abide by the rules! ”

Seeing the smiling shopkeeper in front of him, Song Qingyun's face changed several times, his eyes flickered, he glared at Mo Wudao coldly, and snorted: "Boy, you are lucky today!"

After speaking, he arched his hand towards the shopkeeper of Sanxiao Building, and left the third floor with the other two companions.

Mo Wudao smiled faintly, looked at the three people of the Wuji Sword Sect who had left, looked at the shopkeeper thoughtfully, and thought to himself, these three laughing buildings are really not simple, they can gain a foothold in such a chaotic place as the cultivation realm, it is impossible without a big background.

"Thank you shopkeeper for your help!" Mo Wudao arched his hand.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "This little brother is polite, he is just maintaining the rules of Sanxiao Building, it's nothing!"

After speaking, he nodded to the people around him, and went downstairs, Mo Wudao thoughtfully poured himself a glass of wine, and asked Fan Xin, who had been silent on the other side: "Little monk, who is this sword nameless?

"Brother Dao, you really don't know who Jian Nameless is?"

The little monk of Fanxin originally thought that Mo Wudao was just humiliating those disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect, but he didn't want Mo Wudao to really hear of the sword nameless.

Mo Wudao rolled his eyes, this was his first time going down the mountain, and he didn't seem to know anyone else except for the little monk Fanxin.

"The sword is nameless, the personal disciple of the current head of the Wuji Sword Sect, ten years of foundation building, fifty years of Ning Dan, a hundred years of Yuan Ying, I heard that he is not yet two hundred years old, but he is already a master of the out-of-body period, and his strength is comparable to that of an ordinary distraction period monk! It is rumored that this son has a very high understanding of the way of the sword, and his perception of the way of the sword is even higher than that of his master!

"In this way, this sword nameless is indeed very powerful!" Mo Wudao muttered, playing with the wine glass in his hand, a gleam flashed in his eyes, thoughtful.

Seeing that Mo Wudao was so calm, the little monk couldn't help but look a little higher, and said: "Amitabha, Brother Mo Dao is also a genius in sword cultivation, if Brother Dao joins my Great Compassion Sect, his cultivation will not be slower than that sword nameless!

This little monk still didn't give up fooling Mo Wudao to join the Great Compassion Sect, Mo Wudao shook his head, gently tapped the table with his right hand, and said, "Hehe, little monk, you don't have to work hard." ”

Looking at the young monks coming and going below the Sanxiao Building, he changed the topic and asked, "I heard that a competition will be held in the Martial Arts Square tomorrow, and the first place will be rewarded with a high-grade spiritual weapon, little monk, don't you plan to participate?"

"Amitabha!" Brahma folded his hands and said solemnly: "My Buddha is merciful, how can a little monk participate in this kind of battle!"

Mercy? Joke!

Mo Wudao pursed his lips, put down his wine glass, stood up and walked towards his room, "Although I don't plan to participate, I still want to go and see it tomorrow, little monk, I'll rest first!"

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Early morning.

The entire Blue Water City was completely lively, and countless young monks rushed towards the martial arts square in the center of the city.

Everyone gathered in the city, except for those who came to participate in the competition, they came to join in the fun and observe the strength of geniuses from all walks of life, including some senior masters of the Xiuzhen sect.

The small sect is not as profound as the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the disciples can be cultivated slowly from a young age, anyway, they have the time and resources they have.

Small sects are different, if they want to grow quickly, they need to directly recruit some disciples whose cultivation is not weak to improve the comprehensive strength of the sect.

There is also a special type of cultivation family in the cultivation realm, these families are centered on the city, and they also need to recruit scattered cultivators to expand their strength.

Many of the young monks gathered in the Blue Water City today were loose cultivators, and those were their goals.

Martial Arts Square is actually a huge open space.

When Mo Wudao and the little monk Fanxin arrived, the few stands were already crowded with monks watching the excitement, and even the tall buildings around the square were full of monks.

"It's hilarious!"

Mo Wudao looked around and had to sigh, just in this small clear water city, there were so many monks gathered, thinking of the vastness of the cultivation realm, how large the number of monks was.

It is estimated that the disciples of all the sects of the Earth Star are gathered together, and there are not as many monks as in this city, and the cultivation civilization here is really envious.

There was no place for the stands below, and Mo Wudao and Fanxin had no choice but to follow the example of others and fly onto the rooftops of the surrounding tall buildings.

Condescending, the view is good!

On the VIP seats high in the stands, there are several middle-aged people in brocade clothes, with an invisible deterrent in their gestures, obviously a high-powered and powerful person.

Next to those middle-aged people, there are also several young men and women, with extraordinary appearances, and they must also be rare geniuses.

Mo Wudao and Fan Xin sat down on the tall building, took out a wine jug, and looked at the movements in the square with interest, especially the big people in the VIP seat, which made Mo Wudao feel a burst of pressure.

From the conversation of the surrounding crowd, Mo Wudao learned that the middle-aged man sitting in the middle was the city lord of Bishui City, and the others were representatives of sects that were relatively close to Bishui City.

The appearance of a high-grade spiritual weapon made some small sects quite excited, and some people began to knock on the side and inquire about the relevant news with the city lord of Bishui City.

When the time came, I saw the city lord of Bishui City stand up and said in a loud voice: "The time has come, the competition has begun, please play, the old rules, draw lots, eliminate one-on-one, and finally decide the first place." ”

As soon as the city lord of Bishui City finished speaking, hundreds of young disciples stepped into the martial arts square and went to the referee to draw lots in an orderly manner.

In the Xiuzhen world, this kind of competition is commonplace, and the competition system is not reasonable, but it is very in line with the style of the Xiuzhen world, everyone knows the rules, and soon, the draw is completed.

Martial Arts Square has been divided into more than a dozen areas, and they will be eliminated at the same time!

Mo Wudao looked at the orderly appearance of everyone, and couldn't help but be stunned for a long time, thinking in his heart: This cultivation civilization has developed to a certain extent, and it is actually no different from the mortal world.

"Little monk, there are so many monks gathered here, why are there only hundreds of people who have signed up, and I think the strength of many people is not weak!" Mo Wudao asked suspiciously, like a little monk with a heart on the side.

The little monk of Fanxin glanced at Mo Wudao strangely, and he didn't know why this mysterious young sword cultivator often asked some common sense questions, but he still replied with a smile: "Mo Daoyou doesn't know, in addition to the conditions for participating in the registration, they also have to pay a certain number of spirit stones as the registration fee.

And many of the scattered cultivators don't have many spirit stones at all, and as for the disciples of the Great Gate Sect, they may not be able to look up to this kind of competition, and besides, this kind of competition is generally life and death, everyone has their own considerations!"

If the number of applicants reaches a certain level, the registration fee alone is enough for the organizers to make a lot of money. Mo Wudao smiled thoughtfully.

While the two were talking, the martial arts square had already begun to fight.

More than a dozen competitions started at the same time, and for a while, the light was shining, all kinds of magic weapons were flying all over the sky, and the figures were staggered, and everyone was dazzled.

It was also the first time for Mo Wudao to see so many people fighting, and he was also enthusiastic for a while.

When he first knotted his sword fetus and first entered the way of the sword, it was when his edge was revealed, just because he was indifferent in nature and didn't like to fight, which made him look a little good.

In addition, when he first came to the cultivation realm, although there was the Heavenly Demon Sect, the number one sect of the Demon Dao, behind him, the lack of cultivation still made him a little afraid.

This cultivation realm is different from other places, where killing people and robbing treasures is a common thing, not only people in the demon path will do this, but also the righteous path.

The competition on the field went on very quickly, and the gap in strength, some were defeated with one move, some could hold up more than a dozen moves, and few were inseparable.

After a few rounds, there were only about 20 people left in the martial arts square, and the rest were either dead or wounded, the wounded were treated by themselves, and the dead were buried outside the city, no one had mercy, bloody and cruel.

This is the cultivation realm!

It may have a longer life than that of mortals, but it may also be as short as a meteor, and even that moment of splendor will disappear before it can be released.

"The next competition is the highlight!"

To Mo Wudao's surprise, the three disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect actually participated in the competition, and their records were quite good.

Especially that Song Qingyun, the one-handed swordsmanship made it superb, the opponent had almost no power to parry, and the last competition was not unexpected, it became a duel between Song Qingyun and another young master.

In the huge martial arts arena, Song Qingyun of the Wuji Sword Sect stood with a sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his handsome appearance made the hearts of many female monks move slightly.

The Wuji Sword Sect is too famous, and in a small place like Bishui City, a high-ranking and powerful city lord would not dare to underestimate the disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect, even if the other party was just an ordinary disciple.

Song Qingyun's opponent was dressed in black, his face was cold, his eyes were shining, exuding coldness, and his momentum was not weak at all.

"You're not my opponent, I don't want to kill you, you better go down by yourself!" Song Qingyun looked at the young man in black arrogantly, with a hint of disdain in his words.

The young man in black licked his lips, took out a pitch-black long sword, and said coldly, "I want to try!"

Hearing this, Song Qingyun laughed, "Using a sword in front of me, are you sarcastic about my Wuji Sword Sect?"

"Can't you?"

"Hmph!" Song Qingyun snorted coldly, "A little sword cultivator also dares to get an axe in front of my Wuji Sword Sect, let me let Song Qingyun teach you today, what is the way of swords." ”

Song Qingyun's tone was very arrogant, and although everyone was quite unhappy, they also had to admit that the sword technique of the Infinite Sword Sect was indeed very strong.

"Let's get started!"

The eyes of the city lord of Bishui City, who was sitting on the main seat, jumped slightly, glanced at the two people on the field, and announced the start of the last competition.