Wumeng didn't know why he had such an impulse in his heart when he met that kid again, maybe he looked at that kid pleasing to the eye, or maybe he felt that the kid was unworthy, but he didn't think it would be jealousy.

He is an orphan wandering in the Western Continent, who was discovered and taken in by Tianjian Mountain by virtue of his talent; He started as an apprentice in a gray robe, and in just three years, he crossed three successive trials of the master's sect. He deserves to be a disciple. If he hadn't heard that the mountain chief had sworn no more disciples many years ago, he would definitely have waited for the mountain chief's opportunity! It was the chance that should have been his!

But he still has to admit that the reappearance of that kid has given him a feeling called "frustration". As all the disciples of Tianjian Mountain believed, his road was still very long, and his future was still very bright, so he had to cut off all the setbacks he encountered, and all people and things could not hold him back.

He desperately needs this competition, he desperately needs to defeat that son, he wants to prove that the kid becoming a disciple of the mountain chief is just the result of many coincidences, what he wants to prove is that he is the hope of the heavenly sword.

So he came early, watching the peers and juniors in the audience show their envy on their faces, and watching the elders in the audience show their faces full of appreciation for themselves, which is a good feeling, so that he can maintain his best condition today. Then, he waited from morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon, but there was no shadow of the man on the mountain road.

"Who wouldn't dare to come, would they?" The disciples in the audience scrambled to discuss, because it was not only Wumeng who was waiting, but they had also waited for so long, and the impatient person had already left.

"Don't be, isn't that a disciple newly accepted by the mountain chief? How could he be so gutsless? "Most of the people who stay here are people who have bet on it, and of course they have to wait for the result.

"I heard that the mountain chief asked this new disciple to go through the training last night, you know, the shaking was so big yesterday, it shouldn't be injured, right?" Suddenly, another voice interjected, bringing up a new topic.

"Hey, you say that, I remember! Today, when I went to the hospital to pick up medicine, I saw that person with a mountain emblem made of jade on his collar! ”

"So it's really hurting?" The crowd was babbling, "This martial arts competition really can't be beaten?" If that person is really injured, why don't you say anything? How can this be compared? ”

Wumeng naturally heard the discussion of the crowd in the audience, and his tense face finally showed irritability, everything he did today suddenly seemed so ridiculous. However, in the dignity of a warrior, if that kid really didn't come today due to injury, then that kid also lost in front of people.

So Wumeng finally turned his head and looked at the elder platform on the other side of the stone platform, and it was his senior brother Wushu who was stationed in the martial arts arena today.

Wushu naturally heard everyone's discussions, and when he saw his junior brother coming over, he didn't want to waste any more time. So he looked at the other elder next to him, who was also a referee, and said, "It's been a day's wait, and it's no fun to wait any longer." The elder did not speak, so he took the small hammer on the table himself, pointed it at the small bronze bell on the table, and said, "If you stay for a quarter of an hour, Mo Zhiyu will not come, and it will be regarded as abstaining." ”

"Hum~" As soon as the long voice of the small bronze bell rang, a voice exploded in the crowd:

"It's coming! People are coming! ”

Everyone looked at the mountain road, and saw a pair of young men and women walking up the mountain road, talking and laughing.

"It's Uncle Xiaoshi! The man next to him is the newly accepted disciple of the mountain chief! ”

"Where did this kid come from, he has such a good relationship with Uncle Xiao?!"

The crowd began to talk, surprised, envious, and jealous...... There are all of them, only a chubby figure in the crowd is looking down and calculating: "That kid is the same as the old fox, he guessed right, such a not high-profile appearance will bring the odds back to five or five." Sure enough, controlling the odds still depends on the actual operation. ”

Wumeng, who was standing on the stone platform, his eyes fell on the faces of the people on the mountain road in the distance, I don't know if the sun was too dazzling, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if there was a faint flicker of fire, and then waited for the two people to get closer, before he stretched out.

Mo Zhiyu and Luo Bingqian came together, he counted the time, but he didn't expect that the pomp and circumstance here had not diminished at all. The crowd automatically made way for him, and he bowed his hand slightly to Wumeng on the stone platform: "I'm late, Wumeng's nephew forgives." ”

Wumeng replied lightly: "It's not too late to come." However, if Uncle Shi is really injured, we can change the contract. ”

Mo Zhiyu shook his head with a smile and said, "It's just a small injury, not enough to worry about." As soon as he said this, the crowd buzzed again, which showed that the previous news that the new disciple of the mountain chief was injured was true.

Mo Zhiyu then looked at the elder's platform, and was slightly shocked in his heart, he was the one who came to guard the competition today, isn't he entangled in official duties every day?! Luo Bingqian, who was beside him, immediately ran over happily and called: "Senior brother~"

Wuyan was expressionless as usual, just nodded slightly. Wushu, who was beside him, stood up, saluted first, and then said, "Second Uncle is actually here, please start." ”

Mo Zhiyu silently saluted the elder's platform and jumped onto the stone platform. That Wumeng has been adjusting his state, so as soon as Mo Zhiyu stepped on this stone platform, Wumeng's state was complete, and his qi was rising, and Mo Zhiyu quickly adjusted his state.

Today's long-awaited drama finally began, and the audience suddenly fell silent.

Wumeng slowly put on his sword and said slowly, "Uncle Shi can choose which level of the Dingyuan Realm to suppress the stone platform. ”

Mo Zhiyu unreservedly shook out his Yuan Force fluctuations and said, "No. ”

Wumeng was slightly surprised, he only thought that Mo Zhiyu was the Dingyuan Realm, even if he reached the peak of the Dingyuan Realm within two months, it was an extremely surprising achievement, but now he knew that the Mo Zhiyu was the same Lun Spirit Realm as him, and such a growth rate was no longer just "surprised" to be described. But he didn't want to admit it, so he only said two words: "Exactly." ”

Mo Zhi smiled noncommittally.

Then Wumeng clenched the hilt of the sword and said, "The name of the sword is 'Red Feather', the sword is four feet two inches long, and weighs two catties and nine taels. Uncle Shi, please show your sword. ”

Mo Zhiyu had already recognized this sword when he saw it yesterday, it was a low-grade spirit soldier. Military cultivation, especially the military cultivation of Tianjian Mountain, will find their own weapons, which are natal soldiers. So he slowly raised his hand, and a straight black shadow slowly appeared on his palm, until a long, straight-edged knife with a pitch-black body completely appeared.