Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Sword Trial Conference (2)

Xiaoyaozi also sighed and said, "The saddest thing in this world is love. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ะจะฉะฉ.(7)(9)XS.ัะžะœ. Qi'er was arrogant and arrogant back then, but she was subjected to such a thing, and no one could accept it for a while. It is also reasonable that the 'temperament' will change drastically, after all, no one can see it at once. โ€

Ling Chenzi looked at Xiaoyaozi and asked seriously, "Senior brother, have you seen it?"

Xiaoyaozi was really stopped by Ling Chenzi's words, right, did he really see it himself? He already had the answer in his heart. Ling Chenzi looked at Xiaoyaozi's appearance and didn't ask. Because there is no need to ask, the answer is already obvious.

Yun Meng, who was sitting on the very edge, glanced at Xiaoyaozi lightly.

The sword trial has officially begun. There was nothing to see in the first few games. It's not so much a martial arts contest as a martial arts exercise. The elders and the disciples who entered the room just nodded after looking at it. Didn't say much. These disciples don't know whether they have passed or not.

However, when it came to halftime, everyone's eyes still lit up, because the object of this competition was Ling Mo.

This cold-faced ghost with little popularity.

Ling Mo's opponent was a disciple in the same room as him, and this disciple was a good learner from Yun Zhan.

Ling Mo looked at his opponent, his voice was very cold, and he didn't say much, only three words: "Admit defeat"

Not to be outdone, this disciple retorted: "I know that Ling Gongzi is superb in martial arts, but to be able to stand here, you have to be worthy of your efforts in the past few months. Otherwise, wouldn't it be in vain, even if I lose to you, my skills are not as good as others. If you don't even have the courage to lose, then what qualifications do you have to win? His eyes were determined.

Looking at his determined eyes, Ling Mo didn't say anything, but he could see his admiration for this disciple from his eyes.

Ling Chenzi praised this disciple's words: "Yes, you have self-confidence, even if you encounter a strong opponent, you will not be timid, let alone be caught." also dare to show their strength. If you don't have even the most basic self-confidence, then you don't even have any hope of winning. โ€

At this time, Yun Meng said: "The words are indeed good words, but they are just words, the difference in strength between the two is too big, and there is no need to continue." โ€

Xiaoyaozi looked at Yunmeng in surprise and said, "I didn't expect our Yunmeng Fairy to speak. โ€

Yun Meng ignored him, but continued to watch every move in the field.

I saw that Ling Mo's hands were full of palm power, and his true qi was also cold, although it was slightly inferior to the Xuan'yin' true qi of the Heavenly Machine, but it was also a rare mastery.

Ling Chenzi looked at Ling Mo and exclaimed, "Not bad, not bad! This Ling family's Han Silkworm Palm, he can practice to such a point at a young age, although he is slightly inferior to his father now, but in time it will definitely be able to far surpass him." That's really good. It seems that there have been more and more excellent martial arts juniors on the rivers and lakes in recent years. This one really doesn't need to be compared. โ€

Xiaoyaozi knew what Ling Chenzi meant by the non-comparison. Yun Meng just glanced at Ling Chenzi silently.

The disciple felt the chilling chill in Ling Mo's palms.

He swallowed, knowing it was going to be a tough fight, but he didn't take a step back.

He stood still with a wooden sword in his hand, which was the starting hand of the three falls of the gimbal.

Ling Chenzi nodded and said, "This disciple's foundation is good, and his foundation is very solid. It seems that these three months must have been hard work. Being able to practice like this in just three months, although I dare not say that I am talented, I am also outstanding. โ€

He stepped forward with his sword and quickly used this move. His basic skills were very solid, but in front of Ling Mo's eyes, he was like a child playing. Ling Mo easily dodged in just a few steps.

Ling Chenzi said in amazement: "Oh, this is Shaolin's Qinglian step! It turned out to be the martial arts of the Buddhist family. To practice the martial arts of Buddhism, you must be familiar with the Buddha's 'nature' and let the 'nature' of the mind reach a certain level. Otherwise, even if you practice, it will only be a virtual appearance. This step is resolute and decisive, and it can be said that it can be said to do whatever you want. I didn't expect this Ling Mo to be indifferent on the outside, but his heart was so good. โ€

Xiaoyaozi teased: "Could it be that Senior Brother, you have moved your mind to accept apprentices again." โ€

Ling Chenzi didn't admit it, but he didn't refute either, just twisted his beard and looked at the two people on the field with relish.

Ling Mo stepped forward and slapped a palm, and a palm wind struck, and the disciple hurriedly used Feiyan to fly back to dodge. The palm wind hit the marble floor of the viewing platform, and a layer of frost condensed on it.

Lou Yun was also moved by Ling Mo's strength, and Lin Luoyao, who returned to Lou Yun's side, said lightly: "Lady, I really can't see it." I didn't expect this cold-faced ghost who no one paid attention to to be so powerful. Although I don't know much about their Ling family, their Ling family's Han Silkworm Palm still has a certain reputation in the northwest. The Ling family is only second to the four great families, but his Han Silkworm Palm doesn't seem to have reached the home yet, so he can't beat others. โ€

Lou Yun silently looked at Ling Mo on the stage and said: "No, Ling Gongzi just doesn't want to hurt him, although the junior brother's Feiyan Huixiang just now has a good appearance, I have at least three flaws, and the first move, Yuntai Sanluo, also has two flaws, as long as you catch one, then Ling Gongzi will win." Since I can see it, then Ling Gongzi must be able to see it too. However, these flaws can hurt people. Ling Gongzi deliberately saved his strength because he didn't want to hurt him, otherwise in the first round, Ling Gongzi would be able to win with one move. โ€

Lin Luoyao looked at Lou Yun's stern expression, believing that what he said would not be wrong.

While Ling Mo was fighting, he looked at Lou Yun who was standing under the stage watching him, but there was still no expression on his face.

Finally, Ling Mo caught a small flaw in the disciple, and his palms moved forward, and two cold airs came out of his palms, instantly freezing his two feet.

The disciple put away his sword and stood still, knowing that there was no need to compare. I have already lost.

The disciple stood still and arched his hand and said, "Ling Gongzi's martial arts are superb, but I lost. But Ling Mo walked off the stage silently. It's embarrassing.

Yun Ming saw it clearly, cleared his voice and announced loudly, "Ling Mosheng." โ€

Maybe it's because of Ling Mo's arrogance and indifference. No one cheered for Ling Mo, everyone just silently watched his departing figure. The disciple also moved his feet and walked off the stage.

Ling Mo didn't say anything, just stood aside alone, not with anyone.

Everyone just glanced at Ling Mo faintly, perhaps because they were used to his indifference. No one paid much attention to him.

But there was a person who was looking at Ling Mo intently, and that person was a little 'girl' who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old.

Ling Mo also looked at her lightly. Then he left the viewing platform.