But the situation of the battle is already very clear.

Feng Zichen, the strongest in Xiaoyao Sect, was overwhelmed by Mo Hua in his body skills, and was slower in swordsmanship.

Once the wind-type fast sword is slow, the power will naturally be greatly reduced.

He could not cut the ink painting under the sword in a short period of time.

In theory, he can make countless mistakes, and as long as he succeeds once, he will kill a sword.

Ink painting can succeed countless times. As long as he fails once and fails to escape with one sword, he will also die.

But this is the seemingly simple but extremely slim sword that made Feng Zichen feel extremely desperate.

On the surface of Taixu Sect, Mo Hua is not the strongest disciple, the swordsman Linghu Xiao.

The ink painting was first hidden, then used flowing water steps, and then turned to the water steps. It took Feng Zichen a lot of time to do it again and again.

These times are for Linghu Xiao.

The other disciples of Xiaoyao Sect can suppress Linghu Xiao for a moment with the attack of the fast sword, but it is impossible for them to really beat him.

As time goes by, their swords will become slower and slower.

Linghu Xiao finally found a flaw while Mo Hua was delaying, activates Chongxu's sword energy and breaks the Feng Sword of Xiaoyao Sect.

As soon as the Feng Jian siege was broken, Linghu Xiao was like a tiger coming out of the cage. Under the cover of Cheng Mo and others, he began to kill all directions.

The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect naturally retreated step by step.

Feng Zichen, the genius of Xiaoyao Sect, abandoned the victory or defeat, and only wanted to kill Mo Hua, or even just wanted to stab the Ink Hua with a sword.

Just stab a sword.

As long as you can stab it, you can't kill the ink painting.

Even if it's enough to cut a corner of his clothes.

As long as you can really touch that figure that is like water, fog, and ghosts.

Apart from that, he had no extravagance.

But he failed to hit.

No matter how fast his body movement is, no matter how fast his sword is, no matter how fast his meridians are, no matter how fine his sword is, he can't even pierce it into the ink.

Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan and the other four, killed four disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, and then gathered around to cover Feng Zichen.

Mo Hua, who was chased for the whole time, had free time and used his backhand to start "training" Feng Zichen.

The result is no suspense.

This Xiaoyao Sect genius and the Feng family leader lost just like that.

Not just losing.

Before Feng Zichen's defeat, his face was pale, lost in his soul, and even his heart was vaguely broken.

This scene made everyone feel pity for a moment, and a sigh and regret sounded.

"Mo Hua is a sinful person!"

"Oh no matter what, another genius was humiliated and ruined by him..."

"I feel uncomfortable when I look at it..."

"Not Feng Zichen's fault, who would have thought that this damn ink painting would have such a good body style?"

"Where did he learn this terrible body technique?"

"Which damn bastard is it who helped the evil and passed on his shameless body technique?"

Some people also realized the problem:

"This Mo Hua has such a good body style. It turns out that she was cut off and fled in a panic before. She was all acting?"

"hiss--"

Everyone took a breath.

"It's not a cat catching a mouse, but a mouse playing with a cat?"

"He is teasing Feng Zichen?"

"No," someone shook his head, "He is not just teasing Feng Zichen, he is teasing all of us..."

At that time, everyone was gloating and waiting to read the jokes of the ink painting.

As a result, all of them became jokes.

Everyone was played with by Mo Hua for a while.

When everyone thought of this, they were silent.

Their faces were burning and their chests were filled with anger.

They were angry in silence, but they could only remain silent in anger, so they could not say a word.

But no matter what, the "name" of ink painting has become bigger again.

Of course, this title is full of criticism.

...

After that, the sword competition continued, and the disciples of other sects began to compete.

Elder Feng was a little absent-minded.

And because of Mo Hua and Feng Zichen's magical body movements in front and behind, the sword contests were a bit boring.

Elder Zhang was also perfunctory to see it.

In such a tasteless and boring "garbage" time, Zhang Lan was the only one with a straight figure like a clay sculpture, but his heart was as painful as a fire and cooking oil. Every minute and second, he lived like a year.

I don’t know that after experiencing it for too long, Zhang Lan and others were all irritated, and today’s sword contest was finally over.

The audience around also began to end.

At this moment, Elder Zhang suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhang Lan with a deep gaze.

Zhang Lan's whole body was shocked, and his soul was almost scared.

"Go back home..." said Elder Zhang.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time before holding her breath and nodding, "Yes, the Great Elder."

He was restless and his tone was a little unstable.

Elder Zhang felt a little strange, but he didn't doubt it for a while. He just thought that Zhang Lan had seen the sword competition and saw so many top geniuses competing for the competition, and was in a state of great excitement and was shocked.

Elder Zhang was not surprised, but felt relieved.

There is heaven beyond heaven, and there is someone beyond man.

This sentence applies to everyone.

Sometimes, if you don’t come out and take a look, you don’t know how great the world is and how many geniuses are.

If you look at the moon in a well and keep your complacent, you will have no future.

Only by overcoming this hurdle in your heart, acknowledging the extraordinaryness of others, knowing your own shortcomings, not being arrogant or impatient, not being discouraged, and devote yourself to practicing, can you go a long way in the future.

Fang Tian’s shadow is dim and turns pure white, and the image disappears.

Everyone stood up and left Mount Ludao in an orderly manner.

Zhang Lan also mingled in the crowd and walked down the Ludao Mountain.

His legs were a little stiff, and he was still nervous.

However, the Great Elder did not arouse doubts, which was a blessing in disguise.

Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving for a while, he turned back and looked at Fang Tian Huaying, and the confrontation between Mo Hua and the top genius of the Feng family appeared in his mind. His body and water were integrated, and the sword was sharp and he could not help but have no blade. The picture touching the body makes me shocked.

He was still a little unbelievable.

The little kid he met in the remote countryside of Daheishan, Lizhou, has not seen him for ten years and has now become the leader of the entire fifth-rank Ganxuezhou area and thousands of sects.

It is the "pride of heaven" who can fight against famous geniuses of various sects at the highly anticipated swordsmanship conference without losing the advantage.

Even thousands of monks hated him to the core, but they could not do anything to him...

"Ink painting..."

This familiar name suddenly became very strange.

Zhang Lan was stunned for a long time, as if in a dream.

...

When he returned to the Feng family, Elder Zhang ordered everyone in the Zhang family to say:

"Elder Feng and I have some important things to talk about. You can take action to see the mountains and see the scenery and make friends."

"But the foundation-building disciples must have a elixir to walk with them."

"Also, this is the fifth-rank Gan Xuezhou area, with many families and genius, no better than the Canglan Prefecture area of ​​my Zhang family."

"You must be careful when you act, be kind to others, and never cause trouble."

"Be sure to come back before the hour of Hai, otherwise the family law will be dealt with."

The disciples bowed: "Yes, the Great Elder."
To be continued...