Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four – Before The Battle (2/2)
The Little West Wind Yard.
Zuo Mo’s hair was a mess as he sat on the ground, his eyes bloodshot as they stared fixedly in front of him.
“Not right… …”
“Still not right… …”
… …
His mouth unconsciously muttered to himself. Materials were scattered as they laid before him, yet those materials seemed to have an unspeakable magnetism, attracting his gaze.
Under the tangle of hair, that pair of bloodshot eyes flashed with a nimble light.
“Hmm… …”
Suddenly, his eyes lit up!
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Luo Li sat on the mountain peak, looking at the bright moon as his thoughts wandered.
“Shidi, you are still angry at me?” Hao Min bit her lips and said pitifully.
Luo Li did not turn his head, saying lightly, “Shijie exaggerates. My heart only has the sword, no anger.”
Hao Min’s breathing stopped. She didn’t know what to say. After Luo Li had been wounded by Zuo Mo, she had not even visited once. But who could know that Luo Li had seemed to be reborn, fighting his way into the last round of the Sword Test Conference. The entire Wu Kong Sword Sect was looking at him again. Hao Min had been reminded of his good qualities from the past, and wanted to get together again, but Luo Li looked at her like he was looking at a stranger.
“Shidi truly does not care about our past feelings?” Hao Min made a last effort.
“There had been no feelings before.” Luo Li’s answer was straightforward and crisp without any disguise, ‘It’s late. Shijie, please return.”
Hearing Hao Min cry as she left, under the moonlight, Luo Li started to practice the sword.
Under the moonlight, the sword light seemed to contain a faint sorrow.
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Dong Fu Hall, Tian Song Zi looked at his beloved disciple, slight comfort and satisfaction in his eyes. He said warmly, “The rank is not important, it is intangible. What is most important is comprehension, of fighting with different people, of facing different spells, of ambushes, and of melee fighting. You will encounter them in the future, and also in this competition.”
“Yes.” Yu Bai respectfully answered with his head down.
“Do you have a potential opponent?” Tian Song Zi asked.
“This disciple wants to spar with Zong Ming Yan.”
Tian Song Zi suddenly furrowed his brows, and said irritably in a deep voice, “This is not a spar, it is a fight, it is a battle!”
He didn’t know why his Master was suddenly so angry. Yu Bai said slightly fearful, “Yes.”
Tian Song Zi waved his hand. “Go, prepare well. Zong Ming Yan could receive Zuo Mei Tian’s true teachings, he will not be weak.”
“Yes.” Yu Bai hesitated before leaving.
Looking at his most loved disciple, Tian Song Zi suddenly sighed silently, a deep worry floating up in his eyes.
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Ling Ying Sect.
The sect leader looked at Chang Heng standing in front of him. He was slightly irritated. Chang Heng’s temper was rebellious. Looking at him carelessly standing, without any of the required respect, the dislike in the sect leader’s heart became stronger.
Chang Heng might be the most outstanding of the Ling Ying Sect disciples, but he was never liked by the elders.
“Humph, Chang Heng, if you meet Wu Kong Sword Sect’s Zuo Mo this time, do not let him go.” The sect leader said hatefully, “This boy has embarrassed the sect many times, you cannot release him!”
Chang Heng was not affected. His eyes were half-lidded. He actually was sleeping in the hall.
Seeing Chang Heng act like this, the sect leader was even angrier. He raised his volume, “Chang Heng! Have you heard me?”
Chang Heng slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the sect leader, throwing down, “Nag! I’ll fight whoever I encounter, there’s no trouble.”
Finishing, he didn’t care about the petrified disciples and the exploding sect leader, freely leaving.
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