Chapter One Hundred and Forty One – Zong Ming Yan VS Zuo Mo (1/2)
Chapter One Hundred and Forty One – Zong Ming Yan VS Zuo Mo
Zong Ming Yan’s face was dark. Seeing Wei Sheng and Gu Rong Ping’s battle with his own eyes, and the power the two showed that was clearly a notch above him. The proud him really did not feel very good seeing the fight.
In a terrible mood, he threw away all concealment, the sword essence on his body vibrating as he waited for some idiot to land on his hands.
Zong Ming Yan, as the first seat disciple of Dong Qi Sword Sect, the beloved disciple of Zuo Mei Tian, was not weak. Now that he was not disguising it, his presence revealed, most xiuzhe turned and left upon seeing him. Those that had some power were also not willing to use up their ling power this quickly. Everyone knew the earlier they used up their ling energy, the faster they would be eliminated. This round was not just testing strength, but patience.
He heard sounds of fighting in the distance, snorted and headed over.
Nan Men Yang’s body was glittering with gold light, hand holding an enormous sword, eyes bulging, as his mountain-like figure moved ferociously. Not far from him, Yu Bai was dressed in white. Even though his demeanor was not as extraordinary as Gu Rong Ping, he was also warm and elegant. His long bamboo-like sword danced around him, battling the other to a standstill.
The two of them were very strong, especially Nan Men Yang’s [Mountain Breaker Sword]. It was extremely forceful and domineering. Each blow howled like thunder, as though it really had the power to break mountains!
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The elders and sect leaders of each sect that watched their battle all sighed in admiration.
“This Nan Meng Yan is extremely talented. Just a second-grade [Mountain Breaker Sword] is this powerful in his hands! If this boy works hard, he will definitely become an expert!”
“Right! Who can take him into the sect, will have another expert!”
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In reverse, no one was surprised at Yu Bai’s strength.
Wu Kong Sword Sect’s elders also noticed Nan Men Yang, the brightest non-sect xiuzhe of this Sword Test Conference.
“Shixiong, this boy really isn’t bad! Should we also consider making an offer?” Yan Le didn’t bear to tear his eyes away, as though he had seen a treasure.
Pei Yuan Ran pondered for a while and shook his head helplessly, “This boy is full of potential, but you know our assets as well as I do. Wei Sheng is just enough for us to deal with, and we have Zuo Mo who is even more of a headache. Luo Li had improved greatly, and his personality is much better than before. If we nurture him well, his future will also be bright.”
When other people were having a headache over not having talented disciples in the sect, Pei Yuan Ran was being troubled by having too many talented disciples.
“Our wealth isn’t that big of a problem. After this Sword Test Conference, I’m afraid we cannot stay low like we did previously. We should fight for what we need. These years, I’ve been very uncomfortable being suppressed,” When Yan Le said this, he was full of bravado.
Pei Yuan Ran grinned, the light in his eyes flashing.
Xin Yan suddenly inserted, “There’s no scripture suited for him.”
Only now did they think about this crucial problem. Yan Men Yang was really talented, but that depended on the scripture he practiced. Even though [Vajra Scripture] and [Mountain Breaker Sword] was only second-grade, but because it was suited to him, it was extremely powerful. If the scripture was not suited, then it was hard to say how far he could cultivate.
Those with experienced eyes could see with a glance that Nan Men Yang was a xiuzhe that needed special scriptures.
Shi Feng Rong suddenly said, “Isn’t Zuo Mo practicing [Vajra Profound Sutra]? Why don’t we let him also practices [Vajra Profound Sutra].”
Pei Yuan Ran grimaced,“[Vajra Profound Sutra] is just a normal third grade body cultivation scripture. Many sects have this scripture. We really cannot offer anything of substance. Alright, we shouldn’t pull him over and then waste his talent. That will be our crime.”
The other people fell silent. None of Wu Kong Sword Sect’s sword scriptures were very suited for Nan Men Yang, so they gave up on the thought.
“Hm,” Yan Le suddenly pointed at the mirage and said, “Isn’t that boy Zong Ming Yan. He’s very near that rascal.”
The others might have many opinions of Zuo Mo, but he was still a disciple of their sect. Hearing this, they followed Yan Le’s finger.
But when their eyes saw where Zuo Mo was, they were instantly angered.
The sparkling five mu of formations had been eye-catching enough already. But in this short period of time, the formation belt that spread to twice that area, taking over ten mu!
What was the guy trying to do? That was the first though that jumped into their head. The second thought was, that was it! They really lost face this time!
The previous five mu of formations had just been a little pieces of land among the large green mountains. Right now, it was a glowing big patch. Zuo Mo was passing through the formations, not knowing exhaustion. If one looked closely, they could find the pride and excitement that could not be disguised by his face.
If they knew how to lip-read, they could easily know what he was muttering.
“Fighting with ge, kill you!”
“Can’t beat you in cultivation, ge will use jingshi to smash you to death… …. Who who who said that jingshi can cause people to bow… … bow to ge!”
“I’m very poor, but I’m very wretched… …”
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But lip-reading was not a profound skill. There were many people that knew how to do it. Occasionally, people would burst into laughter.