"It turned out to be a senior brother who participated in the martial arts competition, but I don't know what kind of sect my senior brother is? ”

The two little novices are both martial artists at the first level of martial arts, so naturally they can also feel the momentum emitted by Yang Mo, and know that Yang Mo is also a martial artist, but according to the rules of the martial arts competition, it is necessary to check the qualifications of the martial artists who come to participate. Because there are no martial artists of the sect, they are not allowed to participate in martial arts competitions.

"We are from the Kunling faction, this is my invitation, please look at the two junior disciples. ”

Yang Mo seemed to have expected this a long time ago, took out an invitation card from his body and handed it over.

"Well, it turned out to be Senior Brother Chen Ming of the Kunling Sect, please go inside, there will be other senior brothers at the end of the road to receive you. Xiao Shami glanced at Yang Mo's invitation, then nodded, and let Yang Mo and Lu Xiaoye in.

"Yang Mo, why do you have an invitation? Also, why does that little monk call you Chen Ming?"

Before, Lu Xiaoye was still worried that he wouldn't be able to get in, but now he saw Yang Mo take out the invitation like magic, and brought her in in a grand manner, so he asked strangely.

"Remember those two scoundrels who wanted to insult you last night? It happened to be used by me, remember, from now on, I am Chen Ming of the Kunling faction. Ono, you're mine...... My wife. After you go in, don't call me Yang Mo, call me Chen Ming, you know?"

Walking on the stone road in the Fangong Temple, Yang Mo whispered to Lu Xiaoye. When Lu Xiaoye heard this, his eyes turned red, he lowered his head, and nodded with a sigh.

"Two senior brothers, I am Chen Ming from the Kunling faction, and I am sent by the special representative sect to participate in the martial arts competition. ”

When the stone road came to the end, Yang Mo saw the inner courtyard guarded by two middle-aged monks on the fifth floor of the martial arts the day after tomorrow, he handed over his name post, and said carefully, but his divine sense had already begun to sweep towards the courtyard inside. Sure enough, the courtyard was full of people, and all the sects and factions in the ancient martial arts world of Huaxia had arrived at Qi Liang'er, Yang Mo didn't take a closer look, but there were no less than twenty late stage martial artists within the scope of his divine consciousness.

Although Yang Mo has now been promoted to the second level of Qi training, at best, he can completely defeat the martial artists of the seventh layer of the martial arts, and if he adds the realm of the Divine Domain Token, it is not a big problem to fight against one or two martial artists of the eighth or ninth layer of the day after tomorrow. But if you are beaten by three or five martial artists in the late stage of the martial arts, you will only have to escape.

"Kunling Sect? Hmph! It's another third-rate sect, and even the sect elders aren't coming. Only one disciple was sent to deal with the scene, let's go in! Remember, don't run around, look at the sign, your Kunling sect is a third-rate sect, do you see the sign at the back of the venue? Your position is there, go quickly!"

The two great monks of the fifth floor of the day after tomorrow returned Yang Mo's name card with disdain, and then pointed to the back of the inner courtyard venue and said casually.

In the ancient martial arts world of Huaxia Kingdom, the top ten ancient martial arts sects are called first-class sects, and basically there is at least one martial artist in the first-class sect, and there are more than five martial artists in the late stage of the day after tomorrow. The second one is called a second-rate sect, but the second-rate sect must also have a late martial artist in the later stage of the day after tomorrow.

As for those sects that don't even have a late martial artist in the later stage of the day after tomorrow, they are collectively called third-rate sects. Some of the third-rate sects were established by small ancient martial families, and some of them used to be even first-class sects, but that didn't matter anymore. After entering the venue, Yang Mo found that the top ten sects and some famous ancient martial arts families all had their own positions, and some second-rate sects also had corresponding territories, while these third-rate sects could only squeeze together with each other, making them even more noisy.

"Ono, look, is that grandfather you saw yesterday?"

Yang Mo took Lu Xiaoye very low-key to squeeze in this area divided into third-rate sects, and then his divine sense spread out, and he began to carefully look at the personnel of this martial arts competition.

"I haven't seen it yet, there are too many people. Poplar...... Chen Ming, if I see it, I'll tell you as soon as I see it. ”

Seeing so many martial artists at once, Lu Xiaoye's heart was also a little nervous. Since yesterday, a different picture of life has unfolded in front of her eyes, knowing that there are really martial artists in this world, and, like in the TV series, there are sects, and even she herself is standing in the venue of the ancient martial arts competition today.

"Okay, if you see Aunt Ping, tell me as soon as possible. ”

Yang Mo's divine sense scanned the venue, but found no trace of Lu Yunping. However, he saw several other familiar figures. One is the female disciple okra of the Yangchun faction who was saved by him yesterday, and Wei Yuan, the Tongxuanmen who wants to kill people and seize treasures. Yang Mo didn't expect that the sects behind these two people turned out to be the top ten sects of ancient martial arts, which meant that there was at least one acquired Great Perfection martial artist in their sects.

"The woman in black veil...... Isn't it the one I met in the crematorium funeral parlor with a black gourd in his hand that can collect souls?"

The divine sense stared closely at a woman covered in black veil, and Yang Mo noticed that the sect Peugeot behind her was the Po Samen Sect.

"It turns out that this woman is a disciple of the Posa Gate, and the one who snatched the Holy Light Cross of Father John was the elder Hui Qing old nun of the Posa Gate, and it is estimated that she is the old nun on the eighth floor of the day after tomorrow in front of her. ”

Now that there are many masters here, Yang Mo doesn't dare to take out another Holy Light Cross from the space of the Divine Domain Token, otherwise, the two Holy Light Crosses will glow with each other within a hundred meters of each other, which will definitely cause irrelevant trouble. Yang Mo remembered the appearance of the old nun of Huiqing in his heart, and he was already thinking about how to snatch the Holy Light Cross from her.

The cultivation of the eighth layer of the martial arts acquired, as long as he was not besieged and had to fight alone, Yang Mo had no pressure at all. The thought of being able to obtain the Holy Light Cross, which contained a large amount of faith power, Yang Mo's heart became excited.

"Hey! In this martial arts competition, we, the disciples of the third-rate sect, are destined to accompany the prince to study. You see, among those participating disciples of the ten major sects, which one is not the strength of the fourth layer of martial arts or above? There are even several of them who are at the sixth level of the day after tomorrow. Look at us third-rate sects, there are no two of the fourth-tier ones the day after tomorrow......"

By Yang Mo's side, several third-rate sect disciples sighed at each other.

"Who says it's not? This junior brother, I, Lei Benhu, am twenty-nine years old this year, and I can reach the cultivation level of the fourth layer of the day after tomorrow, and I can be regarded as the fastest cultivating genius in our Iron Master. But compared to the disciples of the ten major sects, eh...... It's really more popular than people, and there are also those disciples of the ancient martial arts family, all of them have the support of the family's resources, the best medicinal materials and exercises, how can we be compared to the disciples of our small sects?"

The martial artist who spoke had the cultivation of the fourth layer of the day after tomorrow, and he could be regarded as one of the people with the highest cultivation on the third-rate sect. But even he has no hope of breaking into the top 10 in this competition.

"Who says it's not? Aren't the young heroes of the ancient martial arts world all from these first-class sects and ancient martial arts families? I heard that this time Zhang Zhen, the eldest son of the Zhang family, will also participate in the competition, and the twenty-three-year-old sixth-layer martial artist of the day after tomorrow is simply against the sky. ”

"Hey, why don't the elders of our sect come, but let us disciples come alone, not for fear of embarrassment. Knowing that there is no chance of being in the top 10. ”

......

At this time, Yang Mo's true qi on his body completely simulated the strength of a martial artist, and it was only suppressed in the strength of the third layer of the day after tomorrow, among this group of third-rate sect martial artists, it was considered a medium level, not conspicuous at all. However, Lu Xiaoye, who was following Yang Mo, couldn't even attract people's attention if he wanted to.

"Hey, this junior brother, I don't know what kind of sect you are? Senior brother has discussed something with you, how about giving me this woman who has no martial arts next to you? I can give you a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. ”

Lei Benhu, who was the fourth-layer iron master the day after tomorrow, fell in love with Lu Xiaoye beside Yang Mo at a glance, leaned over, and discussed with Yang Mo with a confused face. But Yang Mo frowned in disgust, and only spit out one word in his mouth: "Get out!"

"Damn, I'm kind enough to discuss with you, and if you don't know each other so much, then don't blame me for being polite. ”

Lei Benhu was originally a violent temper, although he knew that there were many ancient martial arts sects here, and there were more people he couldn't afford to offend, but obviously Yang Mo was not. Because Yang Mo is also in the position of a third-rate sect with him, and Yang Mo only has a third-level cultivation of the day after tomorrow. Therefore, Lei Benhu, who was enraged by Yang Mo, hit Yang Mo fiercely with a strong iron palm.

Yang Mo didn't want to attract too much attention, but this time, he couldn't help himself, he couldn't stand and not fight back, right? Therefore, he also unceremoniously grabbed Lei Benhu's iron palm with one hand, and then kicked him out with lightning speed.

Bang!

Lei Benhu, who was kicked out by Yang Mo, attracted the attention of the monks in charge of the venue of the Fangong Temple, and an old monk quickly rushed over and said sharply: "During the martial arts competition, you are not allowed to fight in private! Those who violate the regulations will be expelled from the poor monks and disqualified from the competition." ”

As soon as Yang Mo saw this old monk, his heart sank, coincidentally, it was the wine and meat monk Puji he met yesterday, and the cultivation of the martial arts of the acquired perfection.

"Master Puji, it was the kid with the hat and mask over there who kicked me. The wicked Lei Benhu, who was screaming in pain on the ground, sued first, pointed at Yang Mo and said to the old monk Puji.

"Is that you?"

The old monk Puji looked in the direction of Lei Benhu's finger and recognized Yang Molai at a glance, because Yang Mo was also dressed like this yesterday, wearing a cap and a mask.

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