Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two seven Plum Sword” (2/2)

The red-robed male was very confident about this point. He smirked. “Temptation! That’s easy with someone like Zuo Mo. Even a person as obsessed with the sword as Wei Sheng is won’t be immune.”

As the three talked, Zong Ming Yan had reached the edge of the [Skyring Moon Chime Formation].

The moment the formation had activated, Zong Ming Yan’s mind had blanked for a quick instant but he quickly recovered. His steps were not rushed or slow, looking like a calm and relaxed expert. Only the shocking presence he was releasing expressed that the desire for battle inside had reached a peak.

Zuo Mo’s figure had disappeared into the formation.

The blue-green mist spread, forming its own little world. Countless rings of light in various sizes were nimble and lively. Occasionally, two rings of light would hit earth other, and chimes like that of glass would sound, clear and crisp. The chiming that passed through the mist were hard to follow, and echoed.

What entered the eyes was blue-green mist and the swimming rings of light. Not just Zuo Mo, even the jade pieces and metal nails on the ground had disappeared.

Ding ding dong dong!

Zong Ming Yan couldn’t help but snort. As the first seat of the younger generation of Dong Qi Sword Sect, he followed his master in cultivating the sword, and had a very basic knowledge of formations.

However, so what?

He was not afraid in the least.

One sword breaks all methods, that was a sword xiu! He had not reached that amazing step, but his opponent was just a zhuji. A xiuzhe only in zhuji, could he block the sword?

He didn’t believe it!

As for his conflict with Zuo Mo, he had long forgotten about it. He had never kept it on his mind. A disciple of his sect being banned, that was because his abilities were not as good as others. He was too lazy to care. He didn’t have especially bad feelings about Zuo Mo. Of course, he didn’t have any good feelings either.

It was a pity that Yu Bai and Nan Men Yang had matched up.

He was very regretful as he looked at Yu Bai and Nan Men Yang that were fighting heatedly behind him, and then looking at Zuo Mo ahead, he felt it was very bland.

Even if it wasn’t Yu Bai, he would be fine with Nan Men Yang, but why was it Zuo Mo?

As he sighed in regret, he summoned out his flying sword.

This was an extremely unique flying sword. The shape was like a section of old plum. There were many joints on the plum branch, appearing like a bone, old yet resilient. On the plum branch were seven fresh and blooming plum blossoms, so fresh that they seemed to have just been picked. A faint fragrance floated in the air.

“[Seven Plum Sword]! Zuo Mei Tian actually passed [Seven Plum Sword] to him! It seems he doesn’t have low hopes for Zong Ming Yan!

“This is the first sword of Dong Qi Sword Sect, [Seven Plum Sword]? As expected, it is extraordinary! Zuo Mei Tian is really brave. Such a good sword, he actually gave it to a ningmai disciple!”

Conversation rose, as everyone’s expressions were full of awe.

[Seven Plum Sword] was the most famous flying sword of Dong Qi Sword Sect, ranked fourth-grade. It was most suited to Dong Qi Sword Sect’s [Plum Cutting Sword Scripture]. However, the reason that this sword was so famous was because its owner was Zuo Mei Tian.

In Sky Moon Jie, Zuo Mei Tian was a very famous personage. Everyone was especially wary of his cruelty and ruthlessness. These years, he had not been seen much in public. The rumors had been that he had been focusing on teaching his disciple. Looking at it now, it was true. To pass a great treasure like [Seven Plum Sword] to Zong Ming Yan, it could be seen just how great his love was.

The people that had been drooling over [Seven Plum Sword] quickly killed their greed. It was easy to deal with the young one. But if they fought the young one, and the old one came, they couldn’t deal with that.

The faces of the four from Wu Kong Sword Sect were heavy. Even though they hoped that Zuo Mo could leave the competition as soon as possible, but when they saw Zong Ming Yan take out [Seven Plum Sword], their expressions changed slightly.

Zuo Mei Tian’s ruthlessness was famed, and look at it, his disciple Zong Ming Yan was not a merciful person either. They were not worried that Zuo Mo would lose the competition, because it was already set in stone. They were worried that Zuo Mo would be injured. If Zong Ming Yan was as heartless as his master, Zuo Mei Tian, then today, Zuo Mo was in danger!

However, at this time, Zuo Mo’s big formation was already up and running. Through the mirage, it was hard for them to see the situation inside the formation.

Inside the blue-green formation, the rings of light danced, a crescent moon hanging over top of it all!

In opposition to what everyone had imagined of Zuo Mo being on guard to face a great enemy, Zuo Mo was extremely busy. Taking advantage of the cover the formation was, he had silently sneaked to the other end of the formation, continuing to set up child formations for [Skyring Moon Chime Formation]?

One more child formation, the power of the [Skyring Moon Chime Formation] would increase a bit.

His movements were extremely quick. After continuously putting down forty-five child formations, he was extremely practiced.

He guessed that Zong Ming Yan would try to test the waters in the beginning so he decided to make good use of the time.

You hit, I set!

Wasn’t it just competition on speed?

Let’s see if you first break the formation, or I first finish the formation!

Zuo Mo thought hatefully inside, his hands moving even quickly.

No one would have thought, that in such a time of emergency, Zuo Mo was still persisting in laying down formations.

Translator Ramblings: Poor Zuo Mo, all he wants to do is be left alone.