undead warrior

Chapter 402

He can really cultivate!
Mo Wentian sighed in his heart, at this time a disciple of the Zhetian Sect also jumped onto the ring, and a big battle broke out between the two sides.But it was two giant beasts fighting bloody battles. The two looked on the sidelines coolly, but they were secretly worried.

Fighting beasts first, and fighting humans, Mo Wentian was not interested in watching the well-behaved battles. At this time, someone also came to inform the people from the refining peak that they were going to participate in the refining competition.Do Feiyuan looked at the silent Mo Wentian, and decided to drag him along.

The two came to the front of the main hall together. The ground here was filled with clouds and mist, and people walking on it really felt like they were in a fairyland.

Facing the elders, Mo Wentian stood there neither humble nor overbearing, squinting into the hall, Ling Zhiyuan was not there.

"This is the Great Elder..."

Do Feiyuan began to obediently introduce the elders to Mo Wentian one by one, but was snatched away by Lian Xi halfway through.

Although Lian Xi is only a direct disciple and does not have any position, but she is Cai Yunxiao's eldest disciple, her status is naturally extraordinary, and all the elders have to give face.

Mo Wentianxu and Wei Snake were polite, they regretted coming here, and they really didn't want to deal with them.

There was a shrill scream and cheers that soared to the sky, and this ended the meeting with the elders one by one.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over, it turned out that Hao Zhao's war beast had won and killed the opponent's war beast alive.However, he was also bruised all over his body, and one of his front paws was bitten off, making him crippled!

Although the Sky Rift Realm has much less reliance on war beasts, it is also a part of its own strength.Moreover, when a good war beast is cultivated, it is no worse than the cracking sky. Whether it is dead or disabled, it is very distressing.

After a small victory, the injured beast was brought down for treatment, and the dead body was directly dragged away.What follows is a battle between the two.

They are all the favored sons of heaven, disciples of the suzerain, but fighting is very boring.Both sides kept a sense of proportion when attacking and defending. They were afraid that the other party's point would stop, and it would not be as exciting as fighting beasts.

Others watched with relish, and some loudly explained the two's moves, and when they talked about the emotional part, Mo Wentian grinned.With this style of play, he can guarantee that he can directly kill the two of them.What is the No. 1 hundred-year-old, pure bullshit, I guess I have never experienced bloody battles, it is the flowers in the greenhouse, cultivated for appearances!
"what……"

Others watched with gusto, but Mo Wentian stretched his waist and began to breathe, which caused some disciples in the main line to stare at him, but he didn't dare to reprimand him.

Although Hao Zhao won the beast fight, but when he fought against humans, his robe hem was pierced by a move, and he surrendered gracefully.The beast fight wins, the human fight loses, and the two compliment each other to a draw, and everyone is happy.

Next is the formation competition, and their respective disciples have already prepared. The two each set up a large formation on a hill, and invite each other to enter the formation. Whoever comes out first will win.As a result, the two idiots were trapped in it, and it seemed that it would take ten days and a half months to figure it out.Seeing this, Mo Wentian almost burst out laughing!
For the time being, there was no winner in the battle formation, and the next step was the weapon refining competition. Mo Wentian was not interested at all in this level of fighting, and it was meaningless to win, so he simply didn't say anything.

He didn't make a sound, so Tu Feiyuan had no choice but to end. He triumphantly forged a top-notch long sword, and the other party also forged a sword.

The comparison of refining tools is not based on whether the appearance is gorgeous, but on the actual use. The two each hold a sword and slash each other hard, and the difference is high and low!

Tu Feiyuan lost!
This was the first time that there was a winner and loser. Although there were not many people in Zhetianzong, they burst into loud cheers.Looking at the countless Ling Xiaozong disciples, they all cast angry and contemptuous looks at Refining Qifeng, especially Tu Feiyuan, despising him for embarrassing the sect.

"Hahaha, Ling Xiaozong really has no follow-up, and the level of this weapon refining is too bad!"

A loud laugh broke out in the crowd of Zhetianzong. It was a big bald man who looked quite old and had many wrinkles on his face.

The Elder Refiner immediately became angry, and shouted loudly, "Sword barbarian, let's compare if we have the ability?"

The other party was the elder of the Zhetian Sect's Artifact Refiner, and after hearing this, he said contemptuously, "Cut, we have been competing for a lifetime, when will we win or lose? Just wait and see if our alchemy can beat you again!" .”

After finishing speaking, he showed a smug smile again, and said quietly, "I'm sorry for you Qifeng, if you lose this time, you won't be able to hold your head up in the sect in the future, and you will be cast aside by everyone!"

This sentence will drive the old craftsman crazy, and he roared, "This time, I won't compete with you in refining, fighting with you, or smashing your teeth. You don't know why the flowers are so red!"

After speaking, he wanted to charge forward, but Mo Wentian grabbed his arm. Mo Wentian walked towards the Zhetianzong team with a smile on his surprised expression, and faced the saber barbarian.

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

Dao Manzi stared at Mo Wentian with wide eyes, and everyone's eyes also focused on him.

Mo Wentian still had a smile on his face, and slowly raised his palm, and the shrunken and broken inscription tablet appeared in his palm, which immediately made the sword barbarian unable to take his eyes off.

"It's a pity, it's broken, it's not easy to repair!" Dao Manzi sighed.

Mo Wentian said indifferently, "Is this bet enough?"

Dao Manzi's eyes brightened immediately, and he asked with a strange smile, "Haha, interesting, what do you want to bet on?"

In the eyes of those old monsters, a person's approximate age can be seen, even if he looks young on the surface, he can guess the same.He also thought that Ling Xiaozong had lost a game, and the young man in front of him was not convinced and wanted to get back.

If there is no bet, he will never pay attention to it, but this bet is too tempting. Although the inscription tablet is broken, it is not completely scrapped.Even if it cannot be repaired, it is still very useful for researching artifacts.

At this time, Mo Wentian slowly raised his left hand again, stretched out a finger and pointed at all the disciples of Zhetianzong, and joking words came out of his mouth.

"I bet that all the younger generations of Zhetianzong can't compare to me in battle, weapon refining, alchemy, formation formation."

One sentence immediately annoyed all the Zhetianzong people, and they all opened their mouths to shout and curse.

"Insanity!"

"What are you, so arrogant!"

"Hmph!" After snorting coldly, Mo Wentian suddenly shouted, "Do you dare to bet?"

"Do you dare to bet..."

The voice echoed in the valley, it was an arrogant challenge to all the Zhetianzong disciples present.

This scene made people excited, but most people in Ling Xiaozong only knew that he was a master craftsman, but they didn't know that he had other abilities. Although many people admired his courage, they didn't like him.

"He's crazy!"

This is what many people think, but those elders are very calm. Of course, such an important person needs to investigate.Although there are many mysteries about him, making it impossible to figure out the origin, but he has been affirmed by Goddess Ling Xiao, this person is credible.And knowing that he is capable, many people of the older generation can't compare to him, and dealing with the younger generation is a complete abuse.

Fearing that Zhetianzong would not be fooled, several elders even purposely shouted anxiously.

"Wen Tian, ​​don't mess around, and get out quickly."

"Yeah, if you lose a game, you lose a game. No one is perfect, and there is no one who is proficient in everything."

"Come back immediately. Although the artifact is broken, it cannot be exported easily."

Not only persuading him, but someone even walked over to ask Lamo Wentian, a group of direct disciples didn't know, so they rushed forward and tried to drag him back.

"It's too late to go back! It's a gamble!"

Dao Manzi suddenly yelled and waved his hand, those who wanted to drag Mo Wentian away involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Hehe! What are you betting on with me?" Mo Wentian asked.

He has already put out a bet, and he wants to bet on four items of fighting, weapon refining, alchemy, and formation. Of course, Zhetianzong also has to place a bet of equivalent value, otherwise, where will he put his face.

Manzi didn't have a broken artifact, so he took out a jade ruyi after thinking about it, and said to Mo Wentian, "This is a top-grade spiritual weapon, what can you do?"

With Mo Wentian's eyesight, of course he could see that it was a good thing, so he whispered two words, "deal!"

"Haha, let's start with a competition."

Dao Manzi laughed, waved a disciple to fly to the martial arts platform, and then looked at the elders of the Lingxiao Sect, wanting to see their distraught looks, but his heart thumped.

All the worries on the faces of those elders were gone, but they were all smiling, and they looked at him with pity.

A bad premonition lingered in Dao Manzi's heart, feeling that he might be fooled, but he didn't believe that he could not win any of the four competitions.

Mo Wentian flew up into the air in a free and easy manner, and also flew towards the martial arts platform, showing that he was also at the Sky Rifting Realm.

This was a battle that everyone was looking forward to. If Mo Wentian lost this battle, there would be no need to compare the other items. People watched with bated breath.

"Ow..."

A roar sounded, and a six-legged scale monster appeared, with a colorful body, opened its mouth full of fangs and roared at Mo Wentian.

"Oh my god, it's the evil unicorn!"

The so-called evil unicorn is the first generation of bastard born from the cross-race of the divine beast unicorn. The blood of the divine beast is sufficient in the body. Only as the offspring continue to multiply, the blood of the unicorn will become lower and lower.This kind of creature is tyrannical, ferocious, and extremely difficult to be domesticated. Only when it is young can it accept its master and surrender.

"not bad!"

Mo Wentian also sighed in admiration, such a ferocious beast is extremely rare.

After admiring him, he waved his hand. All the disciples of Ling Xiaozong expected him to summon a more powerful beast, but when they saw what he released, they fell down a lot!

Mo Wentian actually released the war spirit of the evil monster.

Battle beasts already have levels of coercion against battle spirits, unless their own levels are very different, otherwise war spirits will never be able to defeat war beasts.

Could it be that his war beast has been destroyed long ago?

People couldn't help guessing that this was the Mysterious God Realm, and the humanoid battle spirit didn't cause much reaction. Although humanoid forms were rare, they were not uncommon.

It's okay, even if the fighting beast loses, it's okay to win the battle, and a draw is not considered a loss.

The people of Ling Xiaozong can only comfort themselves in this way, they can only look at it with a smile on the corner of their mouth, without worrying.

"Ow..."

The evil unicorn roared and rushed towards the Evil Beast's Battle Soul, but it was destined to be a tragic charge. Now that the Evil Beast's Battle Soul has fully grown, its power is incomparable. Even Mo Wentian doesn't know its specific strength, only knows Very powerful.

"die!"

It was the first time Mo Wentian heard that the Evil Beast War Soul spoke human language, and looked at him in surprise.

I saw the evil monster with a face similar to his own, the fearless unicorn pounced on it, but when it came close, it suddenly became more than a hundred feet tall, raised its leg and stomped down heavily.

(End of this chapter)