Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 119 The War Between Women
Under Mo Lin's instigation, the Seventh Prince also challenged an inner disciple.

This handsome, unrestrained, and personable god stick has an elegant posture, every move, and every move is full of magnificence and elegance when fighting. From the beginning to the end of the battle, the inner disciple at the first level of the Soul Origin Realm even him He vomited blood without even touching the corner of his clothes, and was exhausted and fell on the unfeeling stage.

It may not be very accurate to say that you are tired, because after taking the stage, the Seventh Prince kept babbling at him in words that only the two of them could understand. The guy became angrier the more he listened, and the last roar before he passed out was: " Stop talking, you'd better let me die."

The strange scene made people tremble with fear. The handsome figure of the Seventh Prince attracted the attention of countless girls, but it also aroused the suspicion of countless people. They didn't understand why the inner disciple made such a hysterical cry, as if he was enduring I can't help the other party's nagging and fainted.

"This guy hides so deeply, his strength is unfathomable."

Mo Lin has a new understanding of this magical Seventh Prince. He didn't miss any details in the previous battle. It can be seen that with the strength of the Seventh Prince, he should be able to win easily, but he is stubborn and friendly. After more than 300 moves, the opponent was exhausted and passed out.

"What is your martial spirit?"

Seeing the Seventh Prince walking towards him, Mo Lin couldn't help asking, he was a little curious about this guy's martial spirit.

The Seventh Prince put away the folding fan in his hand, leaned close to Mo Lin's ear and said, "Join my Evil Dragon Empire, if you join, I'll tell you!"

"Don't even think about it."

Mo Lin took one look at him and ignored him. Last night, in order to lure people into the group, the Seventh Prince ran up and down, sometimes to fool Tang Xiaobao, sometimes to coax Su Lin, and finally muttered in his cave until dawn, if he wore Put on cassock and monk hat, this is Tang Monk in Journey to the West.

Five days later, the vigorous inner door promotion challenge ended.

Because [-] or [-] inner disciples died in the beast tide, after this big competition, the inner disciples changed a lot. In addition to those who challenged for promotion, there were also some powerful outer disciples who were promoted to the inner sect. Supplementary personnel shortage.

Next is the inner sect promotion and inheritance disciple competition.

"Jumong, he is my goal to surpass in the future. This guy is really too strong. He defeated an inheritance disciple with one move. He is too domineering."

The competition lasted for three days. After watching the last challenge, Kunshan's eyes lit up, not only him, but also everyone else. Ju Mong's battle was really shocking. No one who can advance to the inheritance sequence is good What's worse, his opponent was so vulnerable that he was seriously injured before even resisting a punch.

"Mo Lin, what about you, do you have any goals to surpass?" Kun Shan suddenly asked Mo Lin, his blood still boiling.

"Me?" Mo Lin smiled and shook his head, "I haven't figured out my goal yet."

Mo Lin didn't lie, he really didn't need to think about his target.

Most of the outer disciples of the Unfeeling Sect are below the eighth level of Chongmai Realm. If they want to step into the inner sect, they need the strength of a ninth-level warrior. Of course, the qualifications are relaxed for five-level warriors and above. The rules of the competition have resulted in only a few truly strong players having the opportunity to enter the inner gate.

In the inner sect, below the Soul Yuan Realm is at the bottom, the first level martial artist is the foundation of the inner sect, and the third level of the Soul Yuan Realm is the inner sect powerhouse, once someone enters the fourth level of the Soul Yuan Realm, they will Want to challenge the core disciples and enter the inheritance sequence.

Of course, challenges often result in failures. The weakest disciples of the inheritance are all at the fourth level of the soul realm, and they were already at the fourth level of the inheritance a year ago, and they also replaced them by defeating the disciples of the inheritance. , it is conceivable that with the passage of time, the strength of the inherited disciples will become stronger and stronger, and it is not easy to challenge them.One year is enough to widen the gap.

But no matter how difficult it is, there are still many people who challenge the annual Spring Festival Competition. This kind of opportunity only comes once a year.

After entering the Soul Origin Realm, the speed of cultivation plummeted, and there were too many inner disciples who were stuck between the first and fourth levels of the Chongmai Realm. Only by entering the inheritance sequence could they truly be cultivated by the sect and obtain more abundant cultivation Resources, inner sect elders and suzerain successors are all selected from the inheritance disciples. No one can resist this huge temptation.

Mo Lin is a man of two generations, and his mind and vision are comparable to those of others. He doesn't care at all whether he is an inner disciple or an inheritance disciple. Ma Gao's attack is still fresh in his memory. Only the supreme force is his ultimate pursuit. If If you must find someone who surpasses the goal, there is only one person-himself.

The challenge competition was only the first round of the Zongmen Grand Competition, and many people were injured and needed to recuperate. The second round of the ranking competition was arranged three days later.

Compared with challenge matches, ranked matches are a real visual feast.

This is a duel between the real strong, a confrontation between the elite of the sect, needless to say the sense of anticipation.

That night, Mo Lin took Li Yaxian and Tang Xiaobao to familiarize themselves with the practice area of ​​the inner sect disciples. They were talking and laughing. The little fat man was only an eighth-level martial artist with low strength. Although Mo Lin encouraged him again and again, he still insisted that he was a pharmacist. Not a fighter, if you don't participate in the challenge, you can only let it go.

Just when the few people were having the most fun chatting, a voice came over.

"Merlin."

Mo Lin stopped and followed the sound. Under a big tree not far away, a beautiful figure came into view. It was Mu Yao.

"Ah, isn't this Miss Mu? Why did you come here? By the way, I won't go to Shuangzijian. It will be your territory from now on. Next time we meet, you don't have to chase me to kill me. When people see it, they think I have done something to you."

Mo Lin was in a good mood, seeing Mu Yao becoming poor again, for some reason, he wanted to see Mu Yao's madness driven by his anger more and more.

Just as Mu Yao was about to get angry, she held back after thinking about it, and said as calmly as possible: "Are you free? I want to talk to you alone."

Talk alone?

Before Mo Lin responded, Li Yaxian frowned and said first: "If you have anything to say, just talk about it here."

"Why are you nervous? I'm not interested in him."

Mu Yao also inquired about Li Yaxian and Mo Lin's messy affairs in the past few days. She looked down on this kind of woman who turned back on her promises, and mercilessly retorted.

"Not interested, what do you want him to do?"

Li Yaxian's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she smiled bluntly, Mu Yao is the most beautiful woman in the sect, she is prettier than her, and she also found out the grievances between Mo Lin and her from Tang Xiaobao, adding a little bit of instinctive sense of crisis Her jealousy made her very unhappy.

(End of this chapter)