Asking about longevity

Chapter 1001 "Crown Prince"

The shadows of the square sky cover the sky and the earth, and the ink and water are condensed on it, showing nearly a hundred sword contests in real time, with ups and downs and wonderful things.

And near the middle of the painting, Mo Hua's figure finally appeared slowly after a flash of flash.

In the stands of Shangguan’s family, Yuer immediately discovered the ink painting, and immediately glowed in her eyes and clapped her hands and cheered:

"Brother Mo! Mo, look!"

Wen Renwan, wearing a palace outfit and beautiful appearance, looked at Fang Tian's paintings, wearing a mysterious and black Taixu Sect sword-discussing robe, with bright eyes and calm expressions, and had already had a look like thousands of people. And the calm and composed ink painting showed a gratifying smile.

At the same time, among the vast exterior monks, there were many pairs of bright or dark eyes, locking in the ink painting at the same time.

The emotions revealed in these eyes are different.

Some expect, some doubt, some are interesting, some are cold and indifferent...

But at the same time, there are still many monks who cannot recognize who is the ink painting.

"Who is ink painting?"

There are a total of five people in Taixu Sect.

First of all, the big guy Cheng Mo is excluded. Generally speaking, he has developed limbs and a simple mind, so he is definitely not a formation master.

There are four left, so it is hard to recognize.

"That man looked so stinky and unruly. He looked like a **** who did whatever he wanted in the sect. Is it a Mo Hua?"

"That's Tai'ashan's disciple..."

"That person looks cold, very rude, and looks 'genius'..."

"That's the sword genius from Chongxu Mountain, Linghu laughs."

"That's the boy carrying Lihuo Sword?"

"Idiot, he has a sword in his arms. Can he be a formation master?"

"That…"

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at the end of the team. The handsome boy with bright eyes and white teeth, eyebrows like the bright moon, and face like the warm sun. It made people feel kind at first glance, like a little shorter boy who was bathed in spring breeze.

"He is...Mo Hua?"

The originally noisy Lundao Mountain was silent for a moment.

Many people who don’t know Mo Hua looked confused.

"Didn't it mean it's very gloomy?"

"Didn't you say you're a playboy?"

"Who is this young boy with bright eyebrows and bright eyes like stars, and his handsome and sunny eyes are like stars?"

"Who said he is a pervert? Why do I feel... still a little cute?"

"A young man is still a formation genius who is not born?" During the meal, many female disciples and monks, looking at Mo Hua's beautiful and cute face, had already begun to shine.

Many male disciples and monks turned black and were very dissatisfied and muttered:

"Know people, but not the heart."

"It may also be perverted to look cute. People should not be blinded by the appearance of things."

"Yes, the sunny it looks, the more gloomy your heart may be..."

"What's more, this is a sword contest, and you can't look like a meal..."

"I want to see what kind of ability he, a genius of Taixu Sect formation and the leader of the Qianxuezhou world, can dare to participate in the sword contest, discuss martial arts with a group of geniuses, and compete for the sword tactic..."

…

Countless monks and countless pairs of eyes stared at the ink painting.

On the Dao Mountain, the inner mountain.

Mo Hua couldn't help but shivered.

He looked around, passing through the square sky-like paintings of the sky through the formation that covered the sky, and could faintly see that the surroundings of Mount Lundao were densely packed with monks, both like ants, all over the mountains and fields, and like sea tides. , overwhelming.

But he couldn't see it in detail, and could not hear clearly what they were saying.

This is the fifth-grade formation that isolates the audio-visual and avoids the monks watching the ceremony and disturbs the disciples in the inner field.

At the same time, this is also a kind of formation protection.

Avoid the audience, there are evil demons, or high-level monks who are crazy and have a bad intention, suddenly rising up and slaughtering geniuses who are fighting for swords.

After all, the disciples' cultivation is just foundation building.

The Qianxuezhou realm is a fifth-grade realm, which can accommodate monks from the feathering and even the Cave Void realm, and they will take full advantage.

Once such massacres above the feather level breaks out, the "juvenile" geniuses will have no power to fight back and will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

The major families and sects in Qianxuezhou will also greatly damage their foundation.

There is a large array to isolate it, and it is not clear. Mo Hua then withdrew her gaze, focused her attention, and focused on the sword contest in front of her.

This is his first sword contest.

The opponent is a small sect with a high ranking among the hundreds of Qianxue Sects, named Qingshuang Sect, and the martial arts inherited by the sect are called "Qingshuang Jue".

Because it is the preliminary competition of the "yellow" game, the competition system is simple and the winning conditions are easy to understand.

Just five against five, just win.

The terrain of the preliminary round is not big, it is just a small mountain.

The two men walked around for a few rounds before they met, and then the battle was about to break out.

Cheng Mo took the lead and rushed forward.

Ouyang Xuan combined his sword and attacked from the flanks, and Situ sword supported him.

Linghu laughed and activated Chongxu's sword energy.

Then, it's gone...

The battle was over and everyone on the other side fell down.

From beginning to end, Mo Hua stood there, motionless, and even his hands did not stick out from his sleeve.

The battle that was about to break out ended in just a moment.

On Fang Tian’s painting, the team of ink painting won, the image disappeared, and then after a blur, the picture condensed again and began to broadcast the next sword contest.

There was a silence between the outfields.

In less than a moment, there was a rush of voices and endless discussions.

"No...this is the end?"

"Are you getting it wrong?"

"This is a sword contest, he doesn't even move his hands?"

"It's all up to teammates?"

"There's no way, the teammates are too strong, he doesn't even have a chance to take action..."

"Then you can't sit and enjoy the benefits like this, right? At least you can move your hands, move them, and make a point, even if you put a fireball technique? At least you have a sense of participation, so that we know that he is a sword contest..."

"It is also possible... he is hiding it?"

"Forget it, it's not like this if you hide it deeply. Look at him like that, his spiritual power is not good, his physical body is not good, and his softness is not good, what can he hide?"

"He does not have enough spiritual power in the superior Taoist Technique, and his thin arms and legs are gone if he is close to him. I didn't expect any ability he could have..."

"In my opinion, he is here to 'stalk'..."

Many monks had too many expectations before, so they were disappointed at this time.

On the contrary, those who truly know Mo Hua, such as Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and Shangguan Xu, also took it for granted while smiling bitterly.

This is indeed the style of ink painting.

If you can do nothing, you will never move a finger.

However, at such a grand sword competition, so many "big guys" in the Taoist world watched, Mo Hua didn't even move his fingers, and didn't show any lightning, which still made them feel a little amused.

Yuer didn't care about that much, but cheered happily:

"Brother Mo is so powerful. If you don't have to take action, all your opponents will fall down!"

After experiencing the nightmare of demons, in Yuer's mind, Mo Hua is the most powerful, and it is also great to take action, and it is even more powerful not to take action.

Wen Renwan laughed and couldn't help but rub Yu'er's head.

She also felt a little regretful.

This is the first sword contest. Under the attention of everyone, she wants to take a look at the ink painting and make a little move, at least "showing the picture".

However, it is safer to keep a low profile if you don’t take action.

Wen Renwan knew that Mo Hua had different identities, so he guessed that he had some details and was not convenient to expose him, so he was just a little regretful and then felt relieved.

Anyway, it's been a long time since the debate is discussed, so there is no rush.

But in the Daoshan Outside Field, there are still endless controversies about ink paintings.

Most monks who didn't know about it still thought Mo Hua was a slut.

Gu Changhuai, who was on duty, couldn't help but shake his head as he heard the discussion around him, but he didn't say anything.

In the following days, the ink paintings were also compared several times.

But like the first game, his teammates were fighting all over the world. He put his hands in his sleeves and followed him to "watch the show".

Over time, the reputation will naturally become worse and worse.

In particular, there are four major sects and eight major sects to compare other real "geniuses" in comparison.

All the geniuses of other sects are "leading brothers". Even when facing disciples from Qianxue Baishu, they will give the most basic respect. They will take the lead and sweep the whole audience with one move, majestic and won the applause.

Only Mo Hua, the "leader" who follows the "little brother".

In this way, it is also a "judgment immediately".

There are more and more doubts about ink paintings. Every time ink paintings come on stage, a group of people point fingers at him:

"I can see that this ink painting is just here to make a living, right?"

"He is not capable, so he just wants to hold the two thighs in the team and make a good ranking?" "I heard that the two people in the same team, one of whom, who has been in the Xu lineage for five hundred years, has only been out after five hundred years. One is a genius in swordsmanship. The other, although his reputation is not obvious, is said to be one of the best geniuses in Tai'a's lineage."

"The other two are also very strong. They are said to be his 'confidants' in Taixu Sect."

"So, the three sects of Taixu Sect are actually the three sects that Taixu, Taia, and Chongxu are the three sects that support him?"

"Is this to accompany the 'Crown Prince'?"

"No, it's a sword-making discussion with the 'Crown Prince'."

"Tsk tsk..."

"Why did Taixu Sect praise him so much?"

"Didn't you say it? He is the illegitimate son of the head of Taixu."

"No, he is obviously the grandson of the ancestor of Taixu Sect!"

“It’s not much different…”

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

“No wonder…”

Someone sighed: "I feel sorry for Linghu Xiao. The swordsman genius who is rare in five hundred years, and the opportunity to compete for swordsmanship once in a lifetime is wasted."

"I have seen all the sword contests these days. Linghu Xiao has a pure sword heart and a strong sword energy."

"Without the 'cumbersome' of ink painting, if you change to a stronger teammate, with his strength, you may be able to compete with the geniuses of the four major sects. Now... it's a pity..."

"Can't he change his team?"

"What do you know? Even if he is genius, he is still just a disciple after all. The head of the sect and the ancestor said, asking him to bring the ink painting. What can he do? Can he refuse?"

"It's true...ah, it's a waste of 'genius'..."

"Use power for personal gain and be nepotism. According to my opinion, Taixu Sect is about to be finished..."

"Taixu Sect is about to be finished!" Everyone nodded.

Someone said strangely: "No... If I read it correctly, Taixu Sect now... seems to be ranked first in the sword discussion?"

Everyone stopped talking.

Some people's face was hot.

At this time, another white-robed monk said disdainfully:

"What is the first one? It's just the beginning. Taixu Sect took advantage of the opportunity to get a good ranking."

"The further you get to the back, the harder the Taixu Sect is."

"Especially the Dizi Bureau and the Tianzi Bureau are comparable to the top geniuses."

"After the three sects merged, Taixu Sect finally managed to get from Chongxu Sect and a Linghu Xiao came over. He could have rushed upwards."

"Now, I don't know what their heads are thinking, and it may be difficult to add this one to the point of being dragged down."

"According to my prediction, when the word "Xuan" character bureau, Taixu Gate will begin to weaken; when the word "Di" character bureau, Taixu Gate will be revealed; without comparing to the word "Tian" character bureau, Taixu Gate's ranking will be the first It plummeted."

"It may not be possible to fall out of the eight gates, but don't think about the first four..."

This man is very convincing and speaks seriously.

Everyone nodded repeatedly, and someone bowed and said, "Brother, seem to understand very much?"

"This is natural," the monk raised his head and said somewhat complacently:

"To be honest, I am named Bai and Xiaosheng. I graduated from Qianxuezhou. I have been focusing on swordsmanship for more than a hundred years. I have watched swordsmanship competitions, big and small, and no less than ten thousand games. People on the road give me nicknames. Swordsmanship hundreds. Xiaosheng'. "

"The situation of this sword competition is the strength of the sect and the background of the disciples. I can see clearly with a glance, and I can't make any mistakes."

Bai Xiaosheng looked confident.

"Then this ink painting..."

"The **** is undoubtedly a slut." Bai Xiaosheng concluded, "To be honest, I even suspect that his 'leader of formation' is not worthy of his name, and he was deceived by using the back door to rely on his relationship."

"This...is impossible." Some people don't believe it.

"That's right, how can there be falsehood when so many elders of aristocratic families look at it?"

"If his leader of the Taoism is fake, if nothing else is said, how could the four major sects let him go?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head, "You know nothing about aristocratic families and sects. As long as you have enough benefits, their bottom line is outrageously low."

"Besides, I can barely believe that the spiritual consciousness exceeds the first level; the spiritual consciousness exceeds the second level, which is outrageous; the spiritual consciousness exceeds the third level, which is a bit of a fool?"

"It's a pity that I don't like to watch the Formation Conference, otherwise I would definitely see their tricks clearly."

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head and sighed, "You don't know that the current top leaders of the cultivation world are just a world of fame and fortune."

"The aristocratic family is fake, and the sect is fueling the fire, setting up a stage to perform, and promoting a 'attractive' genius to come out, and it's so common to reach the sky with one step..."

Bai Xiaosheng said something he didn't know whether it was true or false.

All the monks were also half-believing and half-doubted.

"Is there a possibility..." someone whispered, "How can this 'Ink Painting' really be able to discuss swords?"

Bai Xiaosheng smiled contemptuously, "What kind of sword can he talk about? Look at him like that, it's hard to get a sword. If he can really use any sword technique, I will swallow my top-grade spiritual sword into my stomach in public!"

Bai Xiao gave birth to a conclusion.

Everyone was shocked by his courage and his courage to use his natal sword to gamble for such trivial matters. They nodded in an admiration.

Some people also heard him say the "high-grade natal spiritual sword", and then they were surprised to find that this monk who seemed ordinary, like a big talker, and looked like a scholar, was already a great monk in the Golden Elixir realm.

However, this is the Qianxuezhou area. There are feathers flying in the sky from time to time, and there are several golden elixirs walking on the ground. It is not surprising.

After a while, amid such doubts, the ink painting finished the preliminary round of the "yellow" game.

Record: Complete victory.

However, the process has never been taken once.

The teammates are fighting, and the teammates are eating. Mo Hua has always "stands by and watches" and enjoys the victory of his teammates.

This look of "second-generation ancestor" really aroused public anger.

Some of the senior sisters and sisters who were originally trying their best to protect him for his picturesque face were not embarrassed to speak for him.

Since then, the popularity of ink painting has completely plummeted.

He did nothing, said nothing, and didn't even move his hand, and successfully went from a monster who was "perhaps extreme, very gloomy, probably perverted, and mysterious"...

He became the "Crown Prince" of the Taixu Sect who enjoyed his achievements, exploited the "second-generation ancestor" of his fellow disciples, the "burden" of the swordsman, and the **** who dragged his back.

The reputation of ink painting is poor.

On the contrary, Linghu Xiao’s popularity is getting better and better.

His amazing swordsmanship and his masterful swordsmanship have been praised by more and more people.

Many people feel sorry for him and feel sorry for him.

In the eyes of many people, this is a silent, enduring humiliation and "bearing the burden", and not being discouraged, moving forward with "bearing the burden", almost dragging the team forward with one's own strength, and is amazing and brilliant. The genius of swordsmanship.

As for whom he bears the "heavy" is self-evident.

…

Of course, these are all comments from the outside world.

Inside Taixu Sect, the years are quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua didn't know that others would have such a big opinion on him.

Of course, even if he knows, he won't care.

An irrelevant person has never kept the irrelevant rumors and rumors "in your heart", at most he would just silently "in the heart" and keep a small notebook in mind, and then "clean up" one by one if he has time in the future.

At this time, Mo Hua was drinking.

Groups of junior brothers lined up to toast him.

Ink painting treats people kindly, and naturally comes without any rejection.

Fortunately, he was drinking fruit wine, and just took a sip, otherwise even if the wine was not strong, he would definitely be drunk and unconscious.

The drunkenness was half-hearted and the atmosphere was lively, and everyone was very happy.

This is a small "celebration banquet".

To celebrate the sword contest, the preliminary "Huang" character competition was completed, and Taixu Sect temporarily ranked first.

This is just a "small victory", and a temporary victory, so I can only celebrate it in a small way.

The head and the elders did not refuse either.

The disciples' efforts are indispensable to the Taixu Sect being able to rank first temporarily, so after the competition, it is not impossible to relax for a little time.

Moreover, they knew very well.

After relaxing, the real "bad battle" begins.

The "Xuan" character bureau, the "di" character bureau, and the "Tian" character bureau that discusses swords above the Xuantian Peak will be more difficult than each game, and more difficult to fight each game.

Their opponents will be the real genius of the twelve ranks, eight gates, and even the four major sects.

When discussing the Tao, the heavenly rituals will also start to arrange the real genius to engage in a desperate battle based on the cause and effect of heaven.

The opponent is strong, the situation of the battle changes, and the outcome is only a matter of thought.

This is the real test.

The "ranking" of Taixu Sect will also suffer from the impact of torrents and even decline step by step in the midst of these arduous battles.

It is unknown where it finally slid down and where the dust settles.

The "yellow" competition was completed, and there were a few days of rest.

The rest time passed quickly. A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the sword contest of the character "Xuan" officially began.

When we reach the "Xuan" character, we begin to have strength.

Like the Huang game, it is unlikely that it will be possible to keep a low profile by hiding one's strength and fighting five.

Mo Hua couldn't catch fish anymore, he had to show some of his strength...

(End of this chapter)