Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 509 You, Dare
When the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, the surrounding crowd also fell silent, and all the masters looked at the old man, as if he was the leader.

The old man stared at Mo Chen coldly. He could see through the latter's sixth-order inscription pattern at a glance, and he could also tell that Mo Chen was a warrior of the Tianzong, but his own martial arts realm was no more than the ninth level of the Holy King. His strength far exceeds that of the opponent, and there is no guarantee that he can kill Mo Chen.

What's more, he also clearly captured the moment when Emperor Zun's coercion bloomed before, and he didn't think that he could kill warriors stronger than himself in front of Emperor Zun warriors.

"It's been a long time since I met such an arrogant young man." The old man said softly, with a disdainful chuckle: "I admit that your talent is amazing. At such a young age, you have already entered the sixth-level Mingsheng. In time, you can also become a A generation of masters, but young people had better not be too aggressive, otherwise, they will easily die young."

"What, sixth-order Mingsheng!"

The masters around looked at Mo Chen in amazement, and their expressions became extremely complicated for a while.

This young man is less than twenty. Not only is his strength in martial arts so powerful, but he also has the way of inscription patterns, and his realm is not ordinary. His holidays must be extraordinary.

Chen Bing also shrank his pupils. It seems that this young man is very likely to be a close friend of Sect Master Pu, and only this explanation can explain his evildoer and domineering style.

"In the whole world, it seems that no one can make this young master die young, and neither can you!" Mo Chen said coldly.

The old man's eyes sank, and there was a faint aura, but then he endured it.

"You don't need to be arrogant in front of us, and you don't need to provoke us, let Pu Huaqing come in person." Although the old man was a little angry, he thought he saw Mo Chen's intentions, so he said coldly.

Mo Chen stretched out a finger, shook it disdainfully, and said: "It seems that you haven't figured out the current situation, why should I provoke you, you only have two choices, or you can stay in Huaqing honestly. Palace, Zongmen distributes resources to you according to the previous resources, or, get out now, Huaqing Palace will not collapse without you."

"Boy, you are too arrogant. Even if Pu Huaqing came in person, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to talk to us like this." The old man finally got a little angry.

Even Chen Bing was so shocked that he looked at Mo Chen numbly. He didn't know if this young man really had confidence, or he was just an idiot who dared to say such strong words to a group of masters.

At the same time, Chen Bing also looked forward to it, he desperately hoped that Mo Chen would belong to the former.

Not only because he was fed up with the anger of these masters, but also because he likes Mo Chen's character and appreciates this style of work. He hopes to see Huaqing Palace become stronger again.

In the past few years, the status of Huaqing Palace has been repeatedly challenged, and the whole sect has had enough of this situation.

Everyone wants to see changes, to see the Huaqing Palace that no one dared to challenge in the past.

"Do you think that Hua Qing dare not talk to you like this? With your trash power, even if you all get out of Hua Qing Palace, the sect will not only not decline, but will become more prosperous."

Mo Chen stared at the old man closely, and snorted coldly: "With Hua Qing's identity, even if you want to recruit some ninth-level emperor-level Mingwu masters, what's the difficulty? You guys, don't think too highly of yourself."

"Our strength is rubbish? Kid, what right do you have to say such a thing?" The old man shouted in a low voice.

Mo Chen said coldly: "Don't rush to get angry, if you don't accept it, I can't take a gamble."

The old man was slightly startled, and then he laughed back angrily, "Gambling? What do you want to bet on? Who is more idiot to bet on? That old man is willing to bow down."

Mo Chen sneered, and said: "Looking at your strength, you should be the strongest master here, how about this, let's gamble to see if your strength is mediocre, or I am not qualified."

The old man sneered and said: "Boy, don't think that the old man doesn't know what you think. You are only a teenager. Even if the old man wins you, it is inevitable. To you, it is not a big deal."

Mo Chen shook his head lightly, then his expression turned pale, and he said solemnly: "I lose, and this head belongs to you, but if you lose, as long as I stay in the Qingzhou border for one day, you must submit to me, you, but dare?"

"what!?"

The old man was suddenly shocked, his pupils opened to the extreme, and he said in horror: "You, you want to bet your head, do you think you can win against me?"

The old man's original anger instantly disappeared, replaced by deep shock and deep doubts.

Although the young man was a bit arrogant, the old man could see that this boy was definitely not the kind of stunned young man who didn't know the so-called. Under the indifferent face, there was an unchanging, suddenly capable temperament.

It's hard to imagine that at such an age, there is such a temperament, as if he was calm after experiencing countless ups and downs.

He is indeed an eighth-level inscription master. Although he doesn't know the identity of this young man, and he feels that it is difficult to see the other party clearly, but because of this, he can be sure that this young man is definitely not a reckless person.

Therefore, when he heard that Mo Chen bet his head, he was shocked beyond belief.

He dared to gamble with his head. Could it be that he really has the confidence to win?

Mo Chen took a step leisurely, his face still as calm as before, and said softly: "You, how dare you, I bet on the head of the master, you, surrender to me as a bet, let's see if it is your strength or not!" It's not worth mentioning, but I still don't have the qualifications to stand here."

The old man's expression gradually sank, and he said coldly: "Boy, you asked for it yourself. Since you insist on courting death, this old man will fulfill you too. I accept your challenge."

"Originally, you didn't challenge me, but you insulted us several times, and even hurt others. You didn't see masters like us at all. In that case, today I will teach the disciples of Huaqing Palace a lesson, and use your Let everyone know that Master Mingwu's reputation cannot be challenged."

"Remember, this old man's name is Rong Feiyi, don't die without knowing at whose hands you died."

The disciple leading the way and Chen Bing on the side were speechless in shock, watching this scene in amazement.

After a long time, Chen Bing swallowed the smear with difficulty, only feeling that his throat was a little dry.

This young man dared to challenge the eighth-level inscription master with the head of his neck. Is he crazy, can't he find death?

"Little brother, that Rong Feiyi is the eighth-level Minghuang, you are too impulsive, that, Master Rong, I think there is some misunderstanding, why not..." Chen Bing admired Mo Chen's style, but he didn't believe that Mo Chen could defeat him. Rong Feiyi came forward to intercede, wanting to save Mo Chen's life.

"Stop talking nonsense, this challenge has already been accepted by the old man."

Rong Feiyi waved his hand directly to interrupt Chen Bing, staring at Mo Chen coldly, "I want to use his blood to warn those who disrespect us."

There was already a hint of provocation in these words, pointing directly at the Huaqing Palace sect, making Chen Bing's pupils darken, and some anger flashed.

At the same time, there is a kind of helplessness.

The Huaqing Palace has stood on the Qingzhou territory for countless years, and since Pu Huaqing entered the emperor's list, the sect has become more and more prosperous and has become the overlord of the Qingzhou territory for more than a hundred years.

However, nowadays, the territory of Qingzhou is turbulent, and forces such as Wuyue Tower and Shenghuang Pavilion are about to move, especially Wuyue Tower, whose ambitions seem to be no longer concealed, and the status of Huaqing Palace is at stake.

Right now, even these masters of Mingwu dare to threaten the sect. Could it be that the prosperity of the palace must decline, and the Huaqing Palace is really about to start to decline?
Chen Bing looked at Mo Chen worriedly. If he had known that the moment the young man spoke, he would have stopped him, and there would not be such a gamble. At worst, he would be able to stabilize these masters even if he lowered his voice three times and four times. Killed.

But the moment he looked at him, he saw that Mo Chen's face was still as usual, and under that indifferent smile, there seemed to be absolute confidence.

Looking at the three people behind him, there was also no reaction at all. Their calm expressions were as calm as an ancient well, and they seemed to be full of confidence in this young man.

"Could it be that this young man really has the confidence to win?" Chen Bing suddenly had such an idea, which instantly surprised him.

The sixth-level Mingsheng battles the eighth-level Minghuang, the gap between the two realms, even the super geniuses cultivated in the Holy Land, I am afraid it will be difficult to win.

But the boy's reaction was the same as his, but it made Chen Bing have infinite expectations. It seemed that it was no longer one-sided helplessness, but infinite expectations.

"My name is Mo Chen, remember your master's name." Mo Chen also said.

Rong Feiyi looked at Mo Chen and said, "Let's talk, how to compare, whether it's alchemy or weapon refining, you have no chance of winning."

Mo Chen snorted coldly: "Looking at your realm, you should have just been promoted to Minghuang. Today, I will give you a good lesson to let you know that the power of Minghun is not the only factor that determines success or failure. Open your eyes and see clearly, this class, I don’t charge for this class, so let’s take the benefit of working hard for me.”

"you……!"

Rong Feiyi was extremely angry, but quickly calmed down, "Boy, you want to provoke me, and then distract me, let me show my flaws, so as to find a chance of winning, but unfortunately, your method is ineffective."

Although he knew that what Mo Chen said was reasonable, the level of inscription soul power is indeed not the only condition to determine the outcome, but it must be based on the superior comprehension of the way of inscription pattern, in order to make up for the lack of inscription soul power with techniques.

Not to mention that his realm is two levels higher than the opponent's, and no matter how strong his skills are, it is difficult to make up for it. With Mo Chen's age, even if he comes from a great sect, he may not be able to fight beyond two levels.

Even those super disciples trained by the Inscription Pattern Palace, I am afraid that no one would dare to fight beyond the second level.

So in his opinion, this Mo Chen was just trying to provoke him.

Although he was a little annoyed, he thought he had seen through Mo Chen's intentions, so he said coldly without getting angry.

Mo Chen shook his head disdainfully and said: "What qualifications do you have to provoke me? I won't talk nonsense, let you decide how to compete, lest you lose when you get it, and want to play tricks."

Rong Feiyi was surprised and said, "Are you sure you want me to write a question?"

Not only him, but even many masters around him were amazed.

You must know that there are specializations in the art industry, the way of inscription patterns, alchemy refining, and inscription pattern engraving formations. Every master has various areas of expertise. .

Although Rong Feiyi has just advanced to the eighth level, if he chooses the item he is best at, he can at least stably perform at the level of the early eighth level, and may even display the peak level of the early eighth level.

This Mo Chen was two worlds away from him, yet he dared to ask Rong Feiyi to pose a question.

I really don’t know how to write dead characters!

(End of this chapter)