Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1890 The Overbearing Lingtian Pavilion
"You Lingtian Pavilion may be powerful, but I'm afraid you can't change other people's will by force." Mo Xian said quietly, since he has made a choice, he will not change.

"What did you say?" Fang Zhou's complexion suddenly became much gloomy, and a hidden wave swept away instantly.

Mo Xian suddenly felt a huge coercion enveloping him, so that he was a little unsteady when standing, and the ground under his feet also instantly had spider web-like cracks, and they were still spreading outward.

Although he had tried his best to resist, the effect made him feel powerless for a while.

The strength of the opponent is too strong, so strong that he has no way to compete.

"Hmph, it seems that you haven't made much progress after all these years, and now you're actually bullying the younger generation." The gray-clothed man in the Northern Wilderness Hall snorted coldly and waved his arm lightly.

Only then did Mo Xian feel a lot more relaxed, and quickly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."

"It's okay, don't worry, I have never been afraid of anyone in the Northern Wilderness Palace." The man in gray nodded to Mo Xian, and then looked at Fang Zhou with burning eyes.

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth." Fang Zhou sneered, his face turning cold again.

He is indeed a person who is not willing to be at peace, so many years of forbearance made him very unwilling, so that his heart was a little distorted.

This time he finally got out of the mountain, and it was the first time Lingtian Pavilion publicly selected disciples in so many years, so he naturally couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

And Mo Xian wanted to hit the muzzle of the gun, perfectly playing the role of a grain of sand.

His grain of sand may not have much impact on the ark, but if it is not resolved, it will always be uncomfortable.

"Since little friend Mo Xian has already made his choice, the two of you should stop arguing. There are so many talented people here, I believe Lingtian Pavilion will also find good disciples." Fang Lao said with a smile, although his tone was flat, but Like Hong Zhong, the real Fang Zhou and the man in gray trembled.

Moreover, the aura of the two was suppressed in an instant.

Obviously, Wan Lao's strength is above the two of them.

"Thank you for your kind words." Fang Zhou cupped his hands with a smile on his face, and then moved in front of the young warriors who had stood up before.

These fighters are determined to join Lingtian Pavilion, and even betray their former sects or change their previous choices in public.

However, their strength is somewhat uneven, maybe not everyone can join Lingtian Pavilion.

Fang Zhou glanced at these people casually, without any intention of choosing, and said: "From today onwards, you are my new disciples of Lingtian Pavilion. In the Wanyu War, you lost to that kid, you are very unwilling. But don't worry , within a year, you will be able to surpass him."

"Thank you, senior!"

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, no one thought that they would join Lingtian Pavilion so easily.

"Haha, Mo Xian, you idiot, you have wasted such a good opportunity, let's see how I will abuse you in a year." A martial artist with a hideous scar on his face looked at Mo Xian with a frenzied look, laughed wildly.

Mo Xian also knew this person, named Chen Jin.

The two had fought several times before, and the scar on Chen Jin's face was left by Mo Xian.

"Very good, my Lingtian Pavilion disciples must have this kind of aura." Not only did Fang Zhou not get angry because of Chen Jin's rudeness, but he praised it greatly.

This made the other disciples even more annoyed, feeling that they had missed the opportunity to show their faces, so they all started to declare war on Mo Xian.

"Mo Xian, I remember the vengeance of the palm of my hand very clearly. When the time comes, I will definitely let you repay it double."

"Mo Xian, I will let you enjoy the humiliation in the past."

The endless stream of things like this made Mo Xian feel like a target of public criticism.

Looking at those slightly familiar faces, Mo Xian didn't feel anything.

To be honest, he doesn't remember these people.

Thinking back to how frightened these people were at that time, he sneered in his heart.

"When you begged for mercy back then, you were not as stubborn as you are now. It seems that the lessons I taught you were not enough." Mo Xian shrugged and said.

"Hmph, don't be complacent, as long as we become disciples of Lingtian Pavilion, we will definitely trample you under our feet." After being exposed by Mo Xian in public, those people's expressions froze immediately, but those who clamored became more vigorous.

"Heh... I remember you all, just let the horse come over, I will follow Mo Xian." Mo Xian shrugged and said indifferently.

To be honest, among these people, the one called Chen Jin at the beginning was not bad, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the others.

However, after all, these people have passed the Great War of Ten Thousand Domains, coupled with the solid foundation of Lingtian Pavilion, it is not ruled out that these people's strength will be greatly improved in a short period of time.

"If I heard correctly, are you declaring war on Ling Tian Pavilion?" Fang Zhou said, looking at Mo Xian with a sneer on his face.

"If you insist on thinking so..." Mo Xian said flatly, without further explanation, it doesn't make any sense.

"Hmph, it's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. You may have some talent, but it's really hard to be so domineering at such a young age. Do you know how many people like you disappear every year?"

Fang Zhou snorted coldly, jokingly said.

The man in gray frowned, Fang Zhou killed Mo Xian with a casual word, but he refused.

However, before he could open his mouth, a cold voice sounded.

"The continent is huge. Perhaps, it's not up to you, Lingtian Pavilion. Only short-sightedness will ruin your life."

It was Yin Qiantong who was by Mo Xian's side who spoke.

Under such circumstances, she shouldn't have spoken, but she couldn't stand Mo Xian being bullied, especially by a so-called senior.

While speaking, a dark golden talisman shone faintly in the depths of her eyes, like a rune or a ray of fire.

"It's up to you to speak here..." Fang Zhou's face darkened, and he was about to speak a lesson, but his voice stopped abruptly after he noticed the dark golden light in the depths of Yin Qiantong's eyes.

"Hmph, no matter, it's useless to talk too much, we will see the outcome in the future. You guys, let me go." Fang Zhou suddenly waved his sleeves, and then walked away with those who wanted to join Lingtian Pavilion.

Mo Xian glanced curiously at Yin Qiantong who was at the side, he clearly read a trace of fear in Fang Zhou just now.

But because of the angle, he didn't notice the dark golden light that had disappeared deep in Yin Qiantong's eyes.

From the very beginning, Fang Zhou only had a sliver of hypocritical respect for Wan Lao, but he always showed a domineering attitude towards everyone else.

It is not an easy task to make such an arrogant guy afraid.

However, he didn't ask much.

Everyone has secrets, and Yin Qiantong naturally has them too.

If she wanted to, she would naturally tell him.

"Little friend Mo Xian, I don't know if you will go back to the sect with me directly, or later?" The man in gray looked at Mo Xian, liking him more and more.

Especially Mo Xian's indifferent yet flamboyant character was just right for him.

(End of this chapter)