After the aftermath, everyone was stunned.

Zhang Mo unhurriedly took away the Kwai Shui Mu Shield, and a deep pit was formed in front of him.

Bloodbrake clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of black blood and said, "You...... It's all right!"

Then he fell to the ground, and Zhang Mo didn't care too much, after all, although the other party had a cousin, but a foreign disciple like Zhang Mo basically had nothing to be restrained.

Moreover, a high-ranking hall master, Zhang Mo didn't think that the other party would make trouble for him as a mere registered disciple.

But Zhang Mo misestimated the strength of Blood Slaughter, he was not an atmospheric person in the first place, even if he was one of the three giants of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he could not change his mind.

So as soon as he saw that the blood brake was lost, the blood slaughter immediately flashed to the top of the ring.

Ge Lao and Hei ** watched the blood slaughter appear in the ring with a sense of banter.

"What's your name?" Blood Slaughter stared at Zhang Mo with an unkind expression, his divine sense swept over with a hint of coercion, wanting to give Zhang Mo a dismount.

Zhang Mo was pressed by the divine thought of blood slaughter, and the whole person suddenly sank down, and he almost knelt in the ring unsteadily.

However, Zhang Mo's own divine thoughts are twice as strong as ordinary people, so he gritted his teeth and actually stood firm.

Seeing this, Blood Tu became even more annoyed, and the coercion on his body increased again, pressing down like a mountain.

Zhang Mo's legs trembled, and he knelt directly on one knee, but after holding on for a while, Zhang Mo stood up again, the nameless immortal technique he cultivated could not only increase the cultivation speed, but also slowly warm the soul.

Hey!

The attempt of the blood slaughter to not believe in evil will increase the coercion again, and at this time, Li Yuanji couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Enough, does the junior brother really plan to kill this disciple on the spot!"

Blood Tu snorted, withdrew the coercion, flicked his sleeves and said, "I remember you!"

As soon as the blood slaughter left, Zhang Mo sat down on the ground with relief, and at this time he was already soaked in sweat.

However, when the surrounding registered disciples looked at Zhang Mo again, their eyes had changed from ignorance to awe, and the coercion exerted by the blood slaughter, one of the three giants of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen, was actually resisted by Zhang Mo, and this strength was not something that ordinary registered disciples could have.

"Number nine, five, two, seven, Zhang Mo wins!" the Arbitration of the Blood Sword Hall announced loudly after removing the shield.

The coercion of the blood slaughter just now made Zhang Mo suffer a little, but it also benefited him a lot, his divine thoughts were invisibly tempered once, and I believe that after recovery, Zhang Mo will have a greater harvest.

This time the qualifying battle was the most brilliant Zhang Mo from beginning to end, first the elite disciple Qi Ting was blocked by him, and then he defeated the distant nephew of the blood slaughter, and finally resisted the spiritual coercion of the blood slaughter, it can be said that among the registered disciples of this session, Zhang Mo's limelight was exhausted.

Not only did the registered disciples know how powerful Zhang Mo was, but even many of the elite disciples knew that there was a newcomer named Zhang Mo who was very powerful among the registered disciples of this year.

And Zhang Mo, in line with the principle of low-key and modesty, recuperated in the Alchemy Hall for two full days before coming out.

Of course, he was not injured in the first place, but he collapsed because of the excessive exertion of his divine sense, and he recuperated in the alchemy hall for two days to avoid the limelight.

Zhang Mo's approach also made many disciples who wanted to see him, a legendary named disciple, pounce on the air, and after Zhang Mo gave the disciple in charge of the gate in the Alchemy Hall a few lower grade spirit stones, the gatekeeper disciple was very responsible to keep everyone out.

However, there were a few people during this period, but the janitor disciple couldn't stop him.

The first one to come was the blood slaughter, this guy pretended to come to visit Zhang Mo, and left after a few words of condolence, it seems that he is still angry about Zhang Mo defeating his nephew, and such a heart also makes Zhang Mo cry and laugh.

The second one came was to teach Li Yuanji, as soon as the old fox came, he began to talk to Zhang Mo, wanting to know where Zhang Mo's Kwai Shui Mu Shield came from, Zhang Mo didn't know what to do, once it came to some important things, Zhang Mo prevaricated with the damage of his divine thoughts.

In this regard, Li Yuanji had no choice, he couldn't practice ecstasy on the disciples in the sect for no reason, so he left directly after leaving a small rejuvenation pill.

There were a few people in the back, Ge Lao and Hei ** both came, although they showed enough curiosity about Zhang Mo, but they didn't pay too much attention to Zhang Mo, after all, Zhang Mo is still only a disciple of the Qi Refining Period, although Zhang Mo's performance is very eye-catching, but from ancient times to the present, there are more people who have performed well in the Qi Refining Period, but how many of them can successfully build a foundation?

Another reason is that Zhang Mo is a Bai Ding disciple who has no foundation, and the immortal cultivation world has gone through billions of years of evolution and elimination from the flood period to the present, and has basically formed a law, that is, it is difficult for Bai Ding disciples without a foundation to cultivate to the fullest, and the efforts that Bai Ding disciples have to put in are incomparable to those second-generation disciples who have various resources.

However, Zhang Mo was not depressed by this, because there were also many geniuses among Bai Ding's disciples, and most of the people who could affect the pattern of the entire continent every time were born from Bai Ding's disciples, although the resources of the second-generation disciples were better than those of Bai Ding's disciples, but they also lost some of their enterprising spirit and adventurous spirit, and the most important thing was that they lacked a wolf nature.

Zhang Mo did not participate in the ranking battle in the next few days, he directly gave up the ranking battle and the follow-up ring battle, originally he was a foreign disciple even if he got a better cave mansion, it was useless, because he didn't have time to stay in the sect at all, the foreign disciples needed to sit in the sect's power in the world, and the immortal cultivators could not reach the real Bigu before they ascended to the god realm, although some old guys with advanced cultivation could basically not eat, but most of the immortal cultivators still needed to eat.

In this way, there is a need for someone in the sect to provide them with worldly grains and other items, and the worldly power also comes from this.

On this day, the Qingyuan Hall was still lively, the qualifying battle was finally over, and the promotion battle began.

For the sake of fairness, the promotion battle will only be held by disciples of the same rank, and if you win among the disciples of the same rank, you can challenge the disciples of the higher rank.

The promotion tournament does not need to be in order, but adopts a registration system, and those who want to participate can register on their own.

Zhang Mo naturally won't be left behind, he originally wanted to find a master who could guide him according to the instructions of the Poison Venerable, and Zhang Mo also wanted to show his strength a little bit in the promotion battle.

In the ring of the registered disciples, a wry smile appeared on Zhang Mo's face.

In front of him was a short and fat registered disciple, although this disciple was a little fat, but he looked very flexible, Zhang Mo's feeling towards him was 'a flexible fat man', this person was Li Ping, who was the first on the list of registered disciples that Ji Ling had said before.

"You're that Zhang Mo, I heard your luck is very good. Li Pingpi said with a smile, "I want to tell you that good luck won't always be on your side." ”

"Maybe. Zhang Mo didn't react much to Li Ping's provocation, but just responded casually.

Zhang Mo's attitude made Li Ping a little angry, and he didn't have a seizure at the moment, but he was thinking about how to teach Zhang Mo some lessons later, and even thought about injuring Zhang Mo, so as to establish his prestige among the registered disciples and use this to show off.

Thinking of the wonders, the corners of Li Ping's mouth couldn't help but appear with a wicked smile.

"Let's start!" Under the arbitration order of the Blood Sword Hall, Zhang Mo and Li Ping both moved.

Li Ping used a small green sword, this small sword was emerald green, but this green looked a little weird, and there was a layer of green mist floating on it.

"Let you taste the power of my green poison sword. Li Ping said with a smile, his wrist flicked, his hands changed, and the spiritual power in his body surged, and the green poison sword that was originally suspended in front of him began to rotate, and as soon as the green poison sword turned, the green mist on the sword body also dispersed.

However, before the green mist could disperse, it was sucked into it by the spinning green poison sword, and then a small whirlwind formed by the green mist curled up on the ring and attacked Zhang Mo.

At the same time, Li Ping also sacrificed a dark black shield, this shield was dark black, and some quaint mystical runes were depicted on it, and under the urging of Li Ping's spiritual power, a dark black shield shadow more than one person high immediately appeared, firmly blocking Li Ping's front.

"The poison of 'bamboo leaf green' dares to shout, I really don't know what to do. Just when Zhang Mo was a little at a loss, the voice of the Poison Venerable sounded appropriately.

"Do you know how to deal with this poison?" Zhang Mo asked with some joy.

"If I had swallowed these poisonous gases in one go, these were all tonics, although the toxicity was a little worse, but no matter how small the mosquito legs were, they were still meat. Venerable Poison said with great emotion.

"......" Zhang Mo felt that he felt the urge to cry, not only did this guy not give any valuable advice, but also wasted some of his time, which brought the small whirlwind opinions formed by these green mist to him.

Try that trick. With the mentality of trying it out, Zhang Mo began to urge the shadow of the Kwai Shui Mu Shield that had been sacrificed before to rotate wildly, and the spiritual power in his body kept pouring into the Kwai Shui Mu Shield.

In a moment, a light blue light mask began to appear on the outer layer of Zhang Mo's body, and a small whirlwind formed by those green mist hit the light blue light mask.

All the small whirlwinds formed by the green mist were adsorbed on Zhang Mo's light blue mask, and instead of being dispelled, Zhang Mo's light blue mask was made green, as if it had been dyed.

And Zhang Mo, who was in the middle of it, also secretly screamed badly, because he already felt a little dizzy, his throat and eyes were nauseous, and a fishy sweet smell kept entering his body from the outside world.

"Hurry up and eat the Detoxification Pill!" the Poison Venerable shouted loudly, and immediately woke up Zhang Mo, who was a little confused in consciousness.