Led a crowd of whispers, then silence, then exclamations.

Mo Zhiyu indifferently left the crystal ball, turned and walked to the big drum, then picked up the drumstick, and knocked the drum surface seemingly lightly. He won't exert his whole body like everyone else, this kind of small test, with the dexterity of the wrist is enough.

"Boom!" The drums sounded, and it was exceptionally loud. And then there's "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! "Ten times the drums vibrate!

The elders of the Sword Heng Sect were already so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths: "The physique is on the armor!" Mo Zhiyu looked at the elder and reminded him for a long time, and the elder immediately reacted: "This achievement in the early stage of the Phantom Yuan Realm is still included in the third team of the human group without precedent!" ”

When Mo Zhiyu heard the news, he raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. Although he didn't use all his strength to deal with this kind of test, with his current performance, he should be several levels higher than Wu Youwen's goods, right? Could it be that as long as it is in the early stage of the Lun Spirit Realm, it can only be Team C and Team D? Isn't that just a dish of abuse?

In fact, Mo Zhiyu still saluted the elder and walked off the high platform. He had already anticipated the expressions of the group of people in the audience, so he didn't plan to say anything more, saluted politely, and took the first step himself.

Looking at the back of Mo Zhiyu walking away, Gongsun Yunjie was amazed: "If the rumors are correct, this kid seems to have broken through Yuanli in May this year, and now it has been less than three months, and it has reached such a point." It's already even more bewitching than the shameless back then. ”

The disciple of the Sword Heng Sect next to him immediately said, "Wu Yan only broke through the Yuan Force when he was twenty years old, and then he advanced one after another within a year, and finally reached the Phantom Yuan Realm, which is indeed very amazing. However, it has been one hundred and forty years since then! ”

Gongsun Yunya glanced at this disciple and shook her head with a smile: "Don't just look at these appearances.

A normal Yuanli cultivator would not be able to reach the Illusory Yuan Realm in a few decades, and if he reached a higher level of Chaos Realm, he would have to spend hundreds of years of penance.

Although Wuyan has stayed in the Illusory Yuan Realm for one hundred and forty years, no one can say what his strength is. Even Yunmen's list ranked Wuyan in front of our second senior brother, and it can be considered that his title of 'the first person below the Phantom Yuan Realm' is well-deserved.

There are even rumors that it is an exaggeration to say that he can compete with the people of the Chaos Mirror. However, there is only one news recently, saying that Wuyan killed the elders of the Sadumen Phantom Yuan Realm in seconds within a single sword. Within the same level, the second senior brother and the third senior sister may be able to boast of this Haikou, but I don't dare. ”

Gongsun Yunjie squinted slightly, and a fine light flashed in his eyes: "The car in front is still there, Tianjian Mountain, there is another strong man." ”

Wu Youwen silently listened to what Gongsun Yunjie said, his fists were tightened, but he also trembled even more. He knew that in this world where strength is respected, what a terrible thing it is to offend the strong!

He looked at Mo Zhiyu, who was about to disappear into the sea of people, and the corners of his eyes were crawling with bloodshot eyes, and then, he gritted his teeth.

Genius, only alive, is genius!

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Mo Zhiyu walked all the way down the crowd, because he was the leader of the team, and he would not leave until all the Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples had finished testing.

When passing by a high platform, he heard the exclamation of the elder of the Sword Heng Sect: "On the first, on the double armor!" It's a little boy! Team B! The audience burst into deafening applause.

Mo Zhiyu looked over curiously, and saw a somewhat familiar face. The boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old also saw Mo Zhiyu, so he ignored the diligence of the people around him and walked straight towards Mo Zhiyu.

Mo Zhiyu politely waved his hands and saluted: "Congratulations." ”

Luo Yiying returned the salute and looked at Mo Zhiyu with burning eyes: "I heard that the third senior sister said that you also participated in the Sword Competition, which group are you in?" ”

Mo Zhiyu was looked at unnaturally by his gaze, but he could only reluctantly bear it, and replied truthfully: "People form a team C." ”

Luo Yiying's eyes were a little gloomy, Mo Zhiyu thought that he was going to say something "It's a pity" or something, but Luo Yiying said: "I'm waiting for you in the finals!" Then he saluted again, turned away, and said not a word.

Mo Zhi was stunned and sighed: Are these so-called genius boys so confident?

The remnant replied, "As if you weren't confident. ”

"Am I confident?" Mo Zhi smirked, "I'm a genius of two lifetimes!" ”

Then he was about to leave, and when he turned to the side, he saw Luo Bingqian running up and down, and it seemed that she was in a good mood.

Luo Bingqian came to Mo Zhiyu and asked happily, "Senior brother, have you finished the test?" ”

"Yes." Mo Zhiyu nodded, "I'm on team C." ”

"Huh?" Luo Bingqian was stunned for a moment, "I'm in the first team." ”

Mo Zhiyu was stunned again, Luo Bingqian is a primary phantom realm, and she is also a Fu Xiu, how did she get to Team A? How are these groups drawn?

Luo Bingqian's little face was a little tangled: "There are only two places in the human group, and the winners of the four teams will have to compete with each other at that time, what if you meet with Senior Brother?" ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled and touched her head, and said, "Then I will abstain." ”

Luo Bingqian immediately puffed out her cheeks angrily and said, "How can this be? If I want to win, I want to be bright too! ”

Mo Zhi smirked: "Okay." ”

Luo Bingqian was still unhappy: "You are not allowed to release water." ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled and sighed: "Okay." ”

Luo Bingqian was a little relieved, and then said, "Let's go see the other junior disciples and nephews!" As she spoke, Luo Bingqian took Mo Zhiyu's hand and wanted to rush out of the crowd.

But Mo Zhiyu pulled her back, Luo Bingqian looked back at him suspiciously, and saw him staring into the distance, very serious. She looked over and saw a sword-wielding boy who looked younger than her passing through the crowd. The young man was cold, and he walked through the lively crowd in silence, as if there was only one person and the sword between heaven and earth.

Mo Zhiyu had never felt such a sense of loneliness in a person, and such a sense of coldness, and these belonged to the young swordsman. Mo Zhiyu used to be a "swordsman", so there are very few people in this world who can make him think of him as a "swordsman", very few, and this lonely swordsman turned out to be a child.

Luo Bingqian looked at Mo Zhiyu's appearance and asked curiously, "Senior brother, do you know that person?" It looks colder than my mother! ”

Mo Zhiyu listened to Luo Bingqian's description, remembered Luo Bingqing's appearance, and couldn't help laughing: "I don't know, but your analogy is very right." ”

With a "tearing" sound, the broken Luo skirt was casually discarded on the mountain road paved with bluestone slabs. - The next chapter: Dark Shadows of the Mountain Road