Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

Mo Yu was wearing a plain brocade robe, which should be the uniform uniform of the disciples of the sect, with a red silk wrapped around his waist, his waist was tightened, and his figure was slim and graceful.

Her facial features are exquisite and exquisite, her face is as white as snow, three thousand blue hairs are scattered on her shoulders, a red coral hairpin is pinned to her hair bun, and emerald earrings sway gently with her movements, bringing out the perfect curve of her jade neck .

She looked lazy, and her eyes, which gathered all the aura in the world, were slightly squinted, as if looking at them, and as if looking elsewhere through them, the distance was so deep and so beautiful.

What is even more noticeable to everyone is that the pitch-black long sword that launched a fierce attack on the barrier just now is standing obediently in the air, allowing Mo Yu to lean on it.

The high-ranking pavilion master in the Nascent Soul stage could see through her cultivation at a glance.

The first stage of Nascent Soul Stage!
At such a young age, he has already reached the Nascent Soul stage?
Is that human being?
How did you do it!
The pavilion master's temples twitched violently.

This time, it was not because of fear, but because of judging the situation and feeling that Tuo Yuezong was really able to deal with it.

Such a sect has just reached the second rank, which is the time when the sect needs to expand its power.

This means that the head sect is extremely dependent on the family power. Joining a second-rank sect now is much better than being forcibly recruited by other third-rank and fourth-rank sects in the future.

only……

The pavilion master calmly glanced at the outraged people around him from the corner of his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say 'yes'.

This sentence has not been uttered yet, suddenly heard an elderly doorman raised his voice: "This is not fair! This little girl is already at the Nascent Soul stage!"

The pavilion master cursed secretly, "Bastard!"

Sure enough, when the sound fell, there was a burst of boiling below.

"What? At such a young age, you are already in the Nascent Soul stage?"

"My God! Nascent Soul Stage? This, this is impossible! How old is she?"

"Just now, I saw him use that big black sword to knock out a big hole in our barrier. I felt that this matter was not simple. I didn't expect it to be in the Nascent Soul Stage!"

"This talent is too heaven-defying!"

Wang Zhi and several elders frowned slightly.

With an innocent face, Mo Yu lazily leaned on the Soul Eater Sword with folded arms.

"It's none of my business. Some of them are in the Nascent Soul stage, and they can see through my cultivation."

The pavilion master cleared his throat with a dry cough, and suddenly said, "We can compete, but we must choose what to compare."

The people below watched nervously as the pavilion master negotiated.

The pavilion master's voice was steady, with an inexplicable sense of security.

"If it's a competition of cultivation, our people are definitely not as talented as yours. It's not fair to us. Just choose the formation. If you lose, get out of our territory and never set foot on it!"

After saying these words coldly, the pavilion master's eyes were cold.

He is judging the situation.

Even if you really lose, there is no loss in joining the Tuoyuezong, and maybe you can get some benefits.

If they win, their Raging Fire Pavilion can be regarded as famous all at once, and other sects dare not offend easily.

This competition is absolutely beneficial and harmless.

But these words moved everyone in the pavilion below.

In their view, the pavilion master is trying to win for them.

"Yes! We agree!"

"Using the formation, let us see how ingenious the formation masters in your sect are."

The pavilion master kept staring at the faces of Wang Zhi and the others, and she was delighted to see Wang Zhi's hesitant expression.

If he didn't expect it, for the Zongmen, the formation technique is definitely an unpopular field.

Wang Zhi hesitated and asked Mo Yu, "Little apprentice, do you know this... formation?"

He asked this question, a little tentatively.

"Me?" Mo Yu looked blank, "I seem to have read a few books, but I haven't learned much, but it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Just read a few books?
The people below all breathed a sigh of relief.

The pavilion master was a little excited in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Guys, since you are the strong ones in the sect, you must be proficient in formations. If you can win this time, then our Raging Fire Pavilion will definitely follow you, but if you lose...then we will give you a lot of money. corresponding compensation."

Wang Zhi frowned, "What compensation?"

Several other elders also showed embarrassment.

Mo Yu didn't have any expression on his face, he casually checked his pink and tender nails over and over again.

Seeing Mo Yu like this made the Pavilion Master feel more at ease.

This girl looks like an ignorant child raised in the sect since childhood, accumulated with various cultivation resources.