Chapter 202 This is my last gift to him
Ten thousand plains.
Xiao Mo walked into the small magic circle.
Xiao Mo's first opponent was a cultivator from Lei Yan Peak named Lei Ben, who also specialized in swordsmanship.
Lei Ben and Xiao Mo are both in the Nascent Soul stage.
After all, in the selection of the Holy Son, the lowest level requires a golden elixir, and the highest level is no more than a jade stone.
That is to say.
There really are cultivators in the upper three realms. Candidates for the Holy Son throughout the ages are basically in the Jade Raw Material Realm, and there are very few in the Nascent Soul Realm.
However, in Xiao Mo's opinion, all realms of the other party are the same.
Before the killing, Xiao Mo and Lei Ben signed their names under the witness of the deacon of Wandao Sect.
There aren't many rules in Wandao Sect's martial arts competitions, and they won't give you any protective magic weapons to save your life.
Unless you voluntarily surrender halfway, you are responsible for your own life and death, and there is nothing to say even if you die.
"Are you Xiao Mo?" Lei Ben held the machete in his hand and looked at Xiao Mo indifferently. "I've been in the Wandao Sect's branch for these years and haven't been back. When I returned this time, I heard that a genius has emerged. He killed a Jindan realm cultivator with the cave realm. It's quite impressive."
"Yes." Xiao Mo responded calmly.
Lei Ben looked at the Tang horizontal sword in Xiao Mo's hand, frowned, and continued, "You guys at Yexue Peak use this Tang horizontal sword that came from the Central Plains. The blade is as slender as a little girl, and it looks effeminate and annoying. Look at my machete, this is what a man should use!"
Xiao Mo was not angry either, he just looked at him calmly: "You have said too much, if you have finished speaking, then draw your sword."
"Hahaha, you're such a mad boy, I like you, brother. Look at the knife!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Ben pulled out a broadsword that was nearly ten feet long, jumped up, and chopped it down towards Xiao Mo's head.
The huge long sword carried violent thunder, as if it could split Xiao Mo in half from top to bottom with just one strike.
At the same time, many cultivators who looked at Xiao Mo had different thoughts.
Some female monks were worried about Xiao Mo.
Some male monks felt that Xiao Mo deserved it and that it would be best if he died.
However, Yu Yunwei on the other side looked very calm.
This cultivator named "Lei Ben" seems to be quite powerful.
But unfortunately, the person he met was his senior brother.
In Yu Yunwei's heart, in this world, the person who can defeat his senior brother within two major realms has not yet been born.
Just when the knife was about to hit Xiao Mo's head, Xiao Mo pulled out the long knife in his hand.
The next moment, blood-red evil spirit filled the entire magic circle.
Cold sweat broke out on Lei Ben's forehead. The strong bloody aura made his soul feel terrified!
"sulfuric acid!"
The long knife in Xiao Mo's hand slashed across and hit the opponent heavily.
The blood-red evil spirit and the blue thunder collided.
The spiritual power spreads out in circles like ripples on the surface of a lake!
"boom!"
Followed by a loud bang.
Xiao Mo had already put away the Naling Sword, and Lei Ben fell heavily to the ground, and the huge sword in his hand had broken into two pieces.
When Lei Ben was trying hard to get up.
Xiao Mo didn't even look at him, turned around and walked out of the magic circle: "If you stand up again, I will kill you with the next knife."
“.”
Listening to Xiao Mo's words, Lei Ben stood on the ground in a daze, and could only watch his back gradually disappear into the distance.
"Brother, thank you for your hard work."
Yu Yunwei walked forward happily and handed over a wine gourd, but the gourd was filled with tea instead of wine.
"Not bad." Xiao Mo raised his head and took a sip, "Let's go, next game."
"Okay, senior brother." Yu Yunwei followed Xiao Mo, his eyes full of pride.
After seeing Xiao Mo walking away, the other disciples realized that the battle was over.
"monster!"
These two words are everyone's evaluation of Xiao Mo.
Most people have only heard that Xiao Mo's realm quality is extremely exaggerated, but when they see it with their own eyes, they realize how terrifying this man is.
At the same time, Xue Kui Peak.
On the first day of the Holy Son Selection Competition, Xue Kui, as the master, did not go to the Wandao Plain, but slept soundly in the courtyard.
"Blood leader. Blood leader!"
While sleeping, Xue Kui faintly heard someone calling him.
Xue Kui opened his eyes drowsily and yawned.
Just when Xue Kui was about to sit up, a woman in a green dress pushed open the door.
"Qing Yuan, it's not nice to break into someone else's bedroom so early in the morning. If you do that, my apprentice will slap you on the palm." Xue Kui rubbed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed, his hair lazily falling on his cheek.
The woman named Qing Yuan rolled her eyes at Xue Kui and said, "Your disciple is participating in the Saint Son selection today, and you're not even going to take a look?"
"What's so good about it?" Xue Kui picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table and took a sip of wine. "It's just a matter of that kid slashing a few more times."
“.” Qing Yuan opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but Xue Kui was telling the truth.
Although Qing Yuan had only met Xiao Mo a few times over the years, his realm and strength really could not be judged by common sense.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Xue Kui wiped his chin.
"Oh, I almost forgot something important."
Remembering the purpose of her visit, Qing Yuan quickly took out a letter from her arms.
Xue Kui took the envelope and frowned after reading it.
Finally, the Blood King's fingertips ignited a flame, burning the letter completely: "Is this true?"
"I don't know." Qing Yuan shook her head. "If this is true, not only the Western Regions, but the entire world will be in trouble."
Xue Kui bit his thin lip lightly, and finally decided: "Just wait and see, I will also investigate. If it really comes to that..."
After saying this, Xue Kui closed his mouth and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
"Don't be in a hurry. No matter what, the sect leader is a cultivator in the Ascension Realm. We have to be careful." Qing Yuan comforted.
"I know, I'm not that impulsive little girl." Xue Kui said.
Qing Yuan's brow twitched, and that expression seemed to say, "If you're not impulsive, who will be?"
"By the way, since you are here, please do me a favor." Xue Kui said with a smile.
"What's the matter?"
"Help me make a knife."
"A knife? For that kid?"
"Yeah." Xue Kui nodded, pulled out the blueprint from the Zhishan Snow Sea, and handed it to Qing Yuan.
Looking at the blueprint, Qing Yuan's eyes suddenly widened, and she cried out in disbelief, "Xue Kui, can this knife be forged? Are you crazy?"
"What's the big deal?" Xue Kui's eyes curved. "I don't have many years left to live anyway. This knife is my last gift to him."
“.”
"Will you help me? If not, I'll do it myself."
"you"
Qing Yuan seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
But in the end, Qing Yuan sighed and put away the blueprint: "I know. What is the name of this knife?"
"Name."
Xue Kui thought about it.
"Let's call him Ranmo."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
