Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 210 Tianjiao Arena Battle

In the Liuyun Mountains that day.

Wang Yuan was worried that Xu Jing's Shangguan would not regret taking advantage of it, and retreated halfway, this tone was kept in his heart.

Today, when I saw Mo Lin again, no matter what the outcome, he didn't need to worry about someone making trouble. With his identity, he didn't need to bear any consequences for killing Mo Lin, and Mo Lin, a mere commoner, would definitely not dare to do anything to him. Killer, that's the privilege of the nobility.

"Wang Yuan, why don't I discuss two moves with you?"

Fang Qiansheng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. With a smile on his face, he stepped forward and stared at Wang Yuan indifferently.

Wang Yuan's face changed: "Master Fang, this is a private matter between Lin Mo and me, and has nothing to do with you."

Fang Qiansheng smiled and said: "Lin Mo is my friend. You should have heard that he saved my life. If you touch him, you will make trouble with Fang Qiansheng. Why, do you think I am not worthy of fighting with you, or... no Dare to fight me?"

Wang Yuan's face was blue and pale, and he was also a son of the nobles of the imperial city. Fang Qiansheng's strength is undoubtedly the leader of the younger generation. No matter how arrogant Wang Yuan is, he knows that he is by no means his opponent.

"Okay! Fang Qiansheng, count yourself as ruthless!"

Wang Yuan gritted his teeth. He didn't want to provoke Fang Qiansheng yet, so he cast his cold eyes on Mo Lin, and said in a hateful voice, "Lin Mo, I don't believe that someone will protect you every day. I want you to look good in the ring battle five days later."

"Wang Yuan, don't be too proud. If you can't beat me, it's better not to get Lin Mo's idea." Fang Qiansheng reminded.

Wang Yuan snorted coldly, turned around and left with Xu Jing and others.

"You had a holiday with him?"

Seeing the back of Wang Yuan and his party leaving, Fang Qiansheng asked Mo Lin.

"It's nothing wrong, he just doesn't like me, what can I do?" Mo Lin shook his head, "Thank you for helping me out."

Fang Qiansheng smiled wryly: "Don't mock me, I'm not helping you, I'm helping him. If he really does something, he will only humiliate himself. I can't bear to be a son of a nobleman."

Mo Lin took a deep look at Fang Qiansheng, and said nothing. This young master of the Fang family has always been tepid, with a maturity and stability that is completely incompatible with his age. Lin didn't dislike him. Only such a well-cultivated young man was worthy of being a nobleman.

Wang Yuan's provocation had long aroused Mo Lin's anger. He felt that this guy was too deceitful and humiliated himself again and again. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he temporarily endured it. Once, Mo Lin never minded to show him some color.

Wang Yuan's appearance was just a small episode, the four of them talked and laughed and walked into the courtyard, Mo Lin's practice room was in the south, without wasting any more time, Mo Lin walked in under Chen Ke'er's reluctant eyes.

Five days have passed.

Practicing in the Lingyuan Pagoda, Mo Lin's cultivation base has improved rapidly. Although there is still some distance from the promotion, the soul essence in his body has become more vigorous, and his Dragon Elephant Sword Art has finally broken through the bottleneck of the second move, comprehended Learned the secret of the third move of Nirvana Killing.

So far, Mo Lin has only mastered this set of mysterious mid-grade saber techniques.

boom!
In the training room, a purple dragon shadow transformed into a terrifying sword light slashed fiercely at the wall beside it.

Roaring and trembling, the space distorted, and the protective magic circle on the wall instantly shattered, leaving a knife mark more than two meters long on the hard wall stone, surrounded by densely packed small holes.

"This last move of Nirvana Kill is actually a fusion of Armor-Piercing Stab and Sky-shaking Strike. No wonder it needs to be upgraded step by step. It's just that the power is more than five times that of Shaking Sky Strike. Combined with the Mountain Knife, it is considered to be top-grade. The defense of the spirit armor is also enough to break through."

Looking at the knife marks on the wall, Mo Lin was surprised. There are magic circles guarding everywhere in the Lingyuan Pagoda. Some magic circles are used to isolate the sound of the outside world to prevent practitioners from being disturbed, and some are to prevent buildings from being disturbed. Damaged defensive circle.

These magic circles are extremely defensive, enough to block the full attack of a tenth-level peak martial artist. It is difficult for even a first-level Martial Sect to break through without moving and possessing a martial soul spirit weapon.However, there is no need for Wuzong-level powerhouses to practice in Lingyuan Pagoda.

Mo Lin put away the machete in satisfaction, and walked out of the training room. Now that he has practiced Nirvana Kill, his confidence in the upcoming ring battle is even stronger.

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Fengshen College, on the square in front of the Fengshen Hall.

The drums were thunderous and the shouts were like waves.

The annual Tianjiao Raitian Guardian Battle kicked off amidst the cheers of thousands of people.

Tens of thousands of students from the outer court occupied more than half of the square, and groups of students from the inner court and those college masters who seldom showed up in normal times also appeared in everyone's sight.

In addition to the students, all the deans and teachers of the four branches were present. Not only that, in a specially set up VIP seat, dozens of representatives of rich and noble families in brocade robes also came to watch the battle.

For Wuxiu in the imperial city, the battle of Tianjiao at Fengshen Academy is the most eye-catching visual feast in the city every year.

"Lord Wang, I heard that your son Wang Yuan also entered the academy this year, and he won the fourth place in the first two rounds of trials. It's really gratifying." A middle-aged man in a purple robe pointed at him. A blue-robed, blue-haired man with stern eyes said.

The blue-robed man smiled: "Shangguan City Lord has won the prize. Didn't your son and nephew also get the fifth place? Tianyang City is remote and has far less resources than the Imperial City. It is possible to cultivate such a genius, Shangguan The family is really admirable."

The purple-robed man smiled and shook his head: "The dog is stubborn, it's just luck. If there is any genius in the country in recent years, apart from the royal family, I'm afraid it will only be the Palace of the General Protecting the Country."

Hearing this last sentence, a majestic young general wearing a set of silver armor not far away turned his head around.

"General Xu Tian, ​​congratulations, your younger brother Xu Jing has won the third place among the dragons and phoenixes."

The silver-armored general smiled faintly: "It was just a small test before, but today's ring battle is the moment to truly witness the strength. Even if the third younger brother Xu Jing won the first place in the previous rankings, if he can't hold the ring, he will be useless .”

He said so, but the eyes of the silver-armored general revealed a frivolous and arrogant look, and he was obviously full of confidence in Xu Jing.

Flattering each other here, guessing the result of the ring battle, on the other side of the VIP area, surrounded by dozens of retainers, an old man with white hair and childlike face was stroking his beard with his hands, and lazily looked at the ten arrogances not far away. arena.

Beside the old man, sat a fair-faced handsome man dressed in blood. He was Chen Xueyi, one of the Seven Great Talents of the Yunlan Kingdom. .

And that old man is Fang Hongtu, the Patriarch of the Fang Family.

(End of this chapter)