More than half a year ago, when they faced off in the secret realm, Meng Xianjiang was clearly only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. But in just half a year, he actually caught up with Ji Mofan's cultivation speed.
Sure enough, after a few moves, his true colors were revealed. This person probably came specifically for Ji Mofan, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to keep his spiritual power level at the late Nascent Soul stage.
No one expected that Jimo Fan would break through another level during the conference.
"Enough with the nonsense! Today I'll teach you what it means to respect your elders!" Meng Xianjiang was so enraged that he was sent flying by Ji Mofan. Without even adjusting his posture in mid-air, he slashed his sword behind him, using the recoil of the sword energy to send himself back to Ji Mofan.
The contestant standing right behind him was unlucky; he was hit without warning and was so dizzy that before he could recover, another person took advantage of his vulnerability, knocked him off the stage, and successfully scored a point.
Ji Mo Fanxin wondered what this person was doing at the Dao Asking Conference.
Does his father know that he's so emotional and doesn't care about the outcome of the game?
"Disrespectful to elders, you dare to call yourself an elder?" Ji Mofan countered with a backhand sword strike, holding nothing back this time. Estimating that Ji Mofan could withstand his attack, Ji Mofan used all his strength.
Meng Xianjiang was sent flying by him and rolled several times on the ground.
Ji Mo Fan clicked his tongue.
That bastard was really lucky; he managed to stop right at the edge of the ring without falling off.
The two fighters, who had been locked in a fierce battle, finally separated. Immediately, a substitute fighter stepped in, attempting to use a rotation tactic to knock Ji Mo Fanhao off the stage.
Ji Mo Fan made no useless moves against the opponent who was clearly weaker than him, and with one sword he knocked the person off the stage, taking advantage of the gap to collect a few points.
because......
Before his next sword strike could even touch his opponent, a beam of sword light flew over and struck him in the back, throwing him straight off the stage.
"Jimo Fan belongs to me! No one is allowed to take it from me!" Meng Xianjiang rushed back again.
Ji Mofan sighed silently.
Being entangled with him is really bad luck; he's more clingy than a dog skin plaster.
Moreover, at least a plaster is quiet when it's stuck on, but Meng Xianjiang doesn't mind; he'll keep making a fuss.
The good news is that seeing Meng Xianjiang so unreasonable and fighting Ji Mofan to the death, many of the other cultivators who were standing around eyeing him with predatory intent switched their focus to fighting.
After all, match time is precious. Although the rules do not limit the time, the more people are thrown out as the match progresses, the harder it becomes for those remaining in the ring to fight and score points.
Instead of focusing on the points in Jimo Fan, it's better to think about finding some bargains elsewhere.
No longer needing to constantly watch out for someone suddenly jumping out and attacking him, Ji Mofan was finally able to focus entirely on his battle with Meng Xianjiang.
The gap between realms is not a chasm that Meng Xianjiang can cross by shouting slogans. After exchanging a few moves with Ji Mofan, who was almost at his peak, he showed his fear. When Ji Mofan seized the opportunity, Meng Xianjiang pierced through the shoulder blade with a sword.
Meng Xianjiang's eyes widened more than ever before. "You actually hurt me!"
They had a deep-seated grudge in the past, but no matter how strong the resentment was, Ji Mofan would at least not take action himself.
At most, I'll just kick him into a horde of monsters.
Even the last time he lost three of his limbs, it was because he was bitten by a monster. At the beginning, Ji Mofan only threw a cub that he had stolen from the mother beast's pouch into his arms.
Now he would actually hurt someone on his own initiative?
That's absolutely outrageous!
"You haven't been possessed, have you?" he couldn't help but ask again.
Ji Mofan wasn't even angry; he just couldn't help but laugh. "Are you dreaming? You don't actually think that, given our relationship, I'd sit down and invite you for a cup of tea?"
"That's definitely not the kind of relationship we're talking about," Meng Xianjiang shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Even if you gave him a cup of tea, he wouldn't dare drink it; he would definitely suspect that Ji Mofan had put sleeping pills in it.
But... this person is Ji Mo Fan! The famously good-tempered Ji Mo Fan in the cultivation world!
It had only been half a year since he last saw him, and when he came out of seclusion, he heard a lot of rumors about Ji Mo Fan.
He initially scoffed, thinking it was just people who didn't understand Ji Mofan spreading rumors to ruin his reputation.
He has known Ji Mofan for ten years. How could he not know what kind of person Ji Mofan is?
It turned out he really didn't know.
Even after his feet touched the ground below the ring, Meng Xianjiang's gaze did not leave that twilight-colored figure.
The pain of his shoulder blade being pierced only slowly surged up at this moment. He looked down at the wound on his body and found that the ice that had frozen on it had melted.
Ji Mo Fan's ice spirit power had just frozen the affected area solidly, numbing the pain.
And he only realized in his pain that his "old friend" had really changed his ways after not seeing him for half a year.
Even his swordsmanship has changed.
If asked who was closest to Ji Mo Fan, Meng Xianjiang would certainly not dare to claim it.
But if we're talking about who has ever suffered the most brutal beating from Ji Mofan, he's second to none.
He knew better than anyone what Ji Mofan's swordsmanship was like. But now, he found himself hesitant to make such a guarantee.
As the tension from the arena subsided, he belatedly realized that Ji Mofan's thrusting sword actually carried killing intent.
Does Jimo Fan want to kill someone?
What kind of deep-seated hatred did he have with someone to cause such a dramatic change in his life?
Standing under the arena for a long time, Meng Xianjiang only looked away from Ji Mofan when his fellow disciples rushed over and took him for treatment.
Ji Mofan had no idea what he was thinking, and his gaze had no effect on Ji Mofan, because there were simply too many people watching him.
Without Meng Xianjiang, who couldn't distinguish friend from foe, the contestants who had been eyeing him covetously swarmed around him once again.
It wasn't that they had any deep friendships with the others, but rather that everyone knew that if they didn't work together to eliminate Ji Mofan, they would all be eliminated by Ji Mofan individually.
Jimo Fan had anticipated this.
The last time he participated in the Daoist Inquiry Conference was his first time, and he only had a vague understanding of the competition rules, so he suffered a loss during the melee.
But he wouldn't make the same mistake twice; he had already devised a plan before stepping into the ring.
Although I was interrupted by Meng Xianjiang just now.
Various spiritual energies gathered into different attacks, all simultaneously crashing down on Ji Mofan, who stood in the center. The young man wielding the Embracing Snow Sword remained motionless, only taking a few inches back.
Water suddenly poured out of Ji Mofan's Qiankun bag, and a piece of paper with ink stains floated down with the water, with blue spiritual light flowing on it.
The light suddenly intensified.
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