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Chapter 124 Chapter 124
"Well, this competition is very unfavorable to Yuheng. I want to change the previous game simulation. Try to eliminate the gap between people, and use the most fair competition so that everyone has nothing to say."

Fusang glanced at the three genius disciples below and said.

It seems that he sees everything, and no one escapes his pair of bright eyes.

"Then how can it work? What if Yuheng loses?"

The suzerain was a little excited about his opinion, it would be safer to directly accept him as a direct disciple, why bother so much trouble.

Besides, I don't know enough about Mo Yuheng's talent, and I'm afraid that her talent, which has been cultivated by her family in various ways since she was a child, may have a gap.

"Senior brother, if you are worried, you will be in chaos. I think Yuheng is no worse than these three in terms of talent and understanding.

The difference is to give them an equal stage to compete. She is not a flower growing in a greenhouse, and one day she will leave us to spread her wings and fly high alone.How long can we protect him?We can only cultivate her as hard as we can. "

Fusang patiently explained the details one by one.

The suzerain finally understood that Fusang had good intentions and long-term thinking.

Don't meddle in this matter anymore.

"You are right. The little girl was only a little small when she was born. She is very light and cute when she hugs her. She will grow up after a while, so you can arrange it!"

The voice revealed all kinds of helpless nostalgia and deep self-blame, as if he was an old father worrying about his daughter.

"Yes." Fusang stood up.

One is behind the back, and the other is holding the sleeve in front.

With a serious expression, he glanced at the people below.

Suddenly everyone became tense.

"Her name is Mo Yuheng, a person who has made great achievements. The suzerain takes pity on her for having no master, and gives him a chance to participate in this competition."

This sentence is like dripping water into boiling oil, continuously boiling and blasting.

The people present were extremely shocked, and sure enough, their guess was right.

They all turned their heads to look at Mo Yuheng, and one of them, an ordinary-faced boy named Yi Chuan, said in disbelief, "Sir, how can this be done? How can things that have been agreed be changed?"

Another boy named Xiaoyao was handsome and handsome, exuding a unique arrogance all over his body, echoing: "Yes! How can we change it? It's all agreed with our elders."

Fusang waved his hand domineeringly, and the two of them turned pale, and they took a few steps back, staggering a bit before checking to stand still.

"Don't tell me it depends on your elders' complexions? If you have any opinions, you can just leave me if you don't want to participate in the competition."

The faces of the three middle-aged people outside suddenly became ugly when they heard this sentence. They wanted to rush in, but a young man outside thrust a sword heavily in front of the main hall door.

"Three elders, this is the first hall, you are not allowed to come if you want, leave if you want, and break into it if you want."

"Luo Bai, get out of the way quickly, don't think you are the chief disciple, we dare not do anything to you." The three middle-aged men bristled with urgency.

"You can do it if you want to. Why wait until now to talk nonsense." Luo Bai remained motionless, completely ignoring their words.

These three people are just Golden Core cultivators. Although they have directly reached the foundation building Dzogchen, they are only short of stepping into the Golden Core, and they can also step up and challenge one against three.

He entered Yuxuan at the age of five to pay homage to Fusang, and it has been 25 years since he worked hard to practice swords, and only then did he reach the level of swordsmanship he is now.

Known as the number one genius in Yuxu, everyone praises the big brother.

Even Jindan monks who are full of sharpness have to back away and dare not compete with them.

Today just happened to be that the master wanted to take in another direct disciple and asked him to come here to guard the gate. Whoever dares to rush into the first hall and throw it out politely, or he can be beaten into the air.

It's really worthy of being two masters and apprentices, they are very similar.

What is reason?Fist is the truth.

This saves trouble and doesn't have to talk to these people.

"Three elders, after all, my master is the first one, and I definitely won't ruin my reputation, I'm just taking a lesson."

The few people stopped when they heard their reason and returned to the cage, and it was difficult to start again.

It was my junior who rudely questioned the front, what is the status of the first seat?
Not haggling with the juniors like them is regarded as tolerant, the cold sweat on the forehead keeps breaking out, and you can't wipe it off with your hand, so just ignore it.

The feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and could not be removed.

His eyes were fixed on what was going on inside.

Seeing that they were not moving, Luo Bai closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Mo Yuheng's mouth turned up slightly, as if he was interested in such a master, which suits his taste very well.

Especially that Luo Bai outside is one of the geniuses in "The Love of Immortals".It is the white moonlight that cannot be erased from the heart of the heroine Mo Zhixue, but she wants the other party but is ruthless.

Luo Bai is devoted to the Tao, and hates Mo Zhixue's cruel and ruthless character, with a lot of harem behind her.

She obviously doesn't like each other, but still wants to have a spare tire, hanging those men to pay for her, but she doesn't want to pay at all.

Love is inherently fair.

But she took advantage of other people's feelings, trampled their feelings under her feet, and climbed up step by step to become a fairy while these people turned into dry bones.

Quickly put aside these thoughts, stood in the middle of the hall: "Thank you, Chief, for giving me this fair opportunity to compete."

He clasped his fists and saluted without hesitation, giving people a heroic feeling.

As expected, she was the daughter of my junior sister, so I didn't hesitate to seize the opportunity.

Fusang and the Sovereign heaved a sigh of relief.

"You are all one-in-a-million geniuses, carefully trained by your respective families and sent to me for competition."

"Okay, this year's competition is different from the previous ones. There is a set of mysterious-level swordsmanship in this spirit ball called the Gale Sword Technique, a total of five moves. I will inject spiritual energy and start practicing. You can watch a piece of the practice, and you will be counted. Pass the assessment. The loser, please leave. If only one person passes, then all the others will leave, and the remaining one will pass on behalf of him, and he can become my personal disciple."

Don't get nervous when you hear these words, it's not that you haven't seen and practiced the Xuanjie Sword Art, they will even make moves.

Thinking of this, I am full of confidence: "Start."

Like everyone else, Mo Yuheng stared at the spirit ball intently.

Infused with spiritual power, the spiritual ball burst into a faint light, and a vague figure appeared inside holding a wooden sword.

The first move, the second... the fifth move.

Every move is as fast as the wind, and if you don't have enough eyesight, you can't see the moves at all.

The moves that have been practiced are just a few breaths away.

Several people quickly closed their eyes and kept rehearsing the moves just now in their minds. They wanted to make up for the gap in memory, but no one opened their mouths to rehearse the moves.

Because they deeply understand that whoever moves first will lose first.

Fusang returned to the chair leisurely, slowly took out a bag of tea from the space ring and put it on the table.

The suzerain's eyes were shining brightly, and his hand was stretched out quietly.

(End of this chapter)