Chapter 203 Yun Wei, are you worried?
On the Wandao Plain, Xiao Mo participated in one competition after another.
The Wandao Sect's Holy Son selection competition is not fair at all.
Each competition is decided by random drawing.
After some people drew Xiao Mo, they spoke harshly to him.
After some people drew Xiao Mo, they knew that there was no hope of winning and chose to forfeit.
But no matter who it was, no one could survive three blows from Xiao Mo.
The disciples of Wandao Sect had heard of Xiao Mo's name, but they always felt that it was exaggerated.
But when they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that the real Xiao Mo was far more terrifying than the rumors!
On this day, after Xiao Mo defeated ten opponents, he had nothing to do in today's competition.
Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei returned to Yexue Peak to rest.
Yu Yunwei personally boiled water and prepared a bucket of medicinal bath for his senior brother, hoping to help him relieve the fatigue of the day.
Although Xiao Mo thought that the day of his martial arts competition was not as intense as his usual sword training,
But it was also Yu Yunwei's kindness, so Xiao Mo did not refuse.
"Boy, bring me a few drops of blood."
After the medicinal bath, just when Xiao Mo was about to go back to his room to rest, Xue Kui walked up to Xiao Mo with a glass bottle.
Xiao Mo glanced at Xue Kui and asked, "What are you doing?"
Xue Kui smiled and said, "I will give you a surprise later, but I won't tell you now."
“.”
Xiao Mo cut his finger and ten drops of blood fell into the glass bottle.
"Is that enough?" Xiao Mo asked.
"That's enough." Xue Kui shook the glass bottle. "By the way, you just gave your blood essence to me so casually. Aren't you afraid that I will use your blood essence to do something bad to you?"
"Then can you?" Xiao Mo asked.
Xue Kui was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No."
"That's it."
Xiao Mo turned around and went back to the house.
But just as he was about to close the door, Xue Kui leaned against the door railing, raised his long legs and pressed against the door.
"Is there anything else?" Xiao Mo asked puzzledly.
Xue Kui pressed his white fingertips against his slender lips, his charming eyes blinking softly: "I am very touched by your trust in me. Do you want any reward?"
"If you can behave yourself, that would be the best reward you can give me." As soon as Xiao Mo finished speaking, he used his scabbard to push away the long legs of the bloody leader and closed the door.
"How boring."
Looking at the closed door, Xue Kui pouted, swayed the glass bottle, and left Xiao Mo's courtyard.
In the next ten days, Xiao Mo went to Wandao Plain every day to participate in the competition.
There is only one night to rest and heal.
If you are seriously injured the next day but your opponent is in excellent condition, it can only be considered bad luck on your part.
There were dozens or even hundreds of competitions going on simultaneously in Wandao Plain, but the most people came to watch Xiao Mo's competition.
In addition to Xiao Mo, nine other disciples also won very easily.
Especially a man named "Xia Yu".
Xia Yu is a cultivator at the Jade Stone Realm, and is only seventy years old.
It is rumored that Xia Yu is a pure yang body and is the son of the great elder Xia Kong. He has profound attainments in the "Yan Yang Jue".
Xia Yu has been training outside. He once fought with a cultivator in the immortal realm and not only did he not lose, but he even chopped off the immortal's head after a bloody battle for three days and three nights.
From then on, Xia Yu became famous all over the world.
Although Xiao Mo's strength is extremely exaggerated, in the hearts of most people, Xia Yu will be the one who truly becomes the Son of God.
Many people think that it was because Xiao Mo had not met Xia Yu, otherwise Xiao Mo would definitely not have lasted more than twenty rounds.
After all, the highest level cultivator Xiao Mo has faced so far is only in the late Nascent Soul stage.
But you have to know that there is a world of difference between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Jade Pu Realm, which is even more exaggerated than the gap between the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Qi Training Realm.
They had never heard of anyone at the Nascent Soul stage defeating a Jade Pu stage at its peak.
And on the last day of the Holy Son selection competition.
All the elders, hall masters and peak masters of Wandao Sect came to this plain.
Today's competition will select ten candidates for the Holy Son of Wandao Sect.
"Elder Xue Kui, long time no see." Above the sky, Axe Peak Master Xiong Gui walked up to Xue Kui and said with a smile, "Xiao Mo has really been in the spotlight these past ten days. I heard that no cultivator could withstand more than three strikes from him."
"Haha." Xue Kui laughed. "This kid is just so-so. It's just that the disciples of Wandao Sect are too useless nowadays."
“.” Xiong Gui’s brow twitched.
Because one of his disciples only withstood two of Xiao Mo's swords.
"Ahem." Xiong Gui straightened his expression and pretended not to hear the second half of the sentence. "Elder Xue Kui, although Xiao Mo is outstanding, I'm afraid today's competition will be a bit difficult."
Xue Kui glanced at him and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Elder Xue Kui really doesn't know?" Xiong Gui was a little surprised. This master didn't even know his disciple's opponent. "Today, Xiao Mo will face the son of the Great Elder Xia Kong, Xia Yu, who is at the Jade Realm. Given the hatred between you and the Great Elder, I'm afraid Xia Yu will kill you."
"Oh." Xue Kui took the wine jug from his waist, tilted his head back and took a sip.
"Is Elder Xue Kui really not worried?" Xiong Gui asked.
Xue Kui did not directly answer Xiong Gui's words, but looked at the disciple beside him: "Yun Wei, are you worried?"
"Worried? Hehehe"
Yu Yun covered her mouth slightly and chuckled, her voice as clear as a silver bell.
"If you're not serious, it might take three strikes to end the competition. But if you're serious..." The girl stretched out her fair hand, spread her fingers, and made the number "two." "It only takes two strikes to end this competition."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiao Mo came to the Wandao Plain and entered a magic circle.
In addition to Xiao Mo, there are twenty-nine other disciples of Wandao Sect in this formation.
There are ten formations of this type, with a total of three hundred disciples.
This competition is also very simple.
Thirty disciples will fight each other, and the last one standing will pass the second round of selection and become a candidate for the Holy Son.
With the ringing of a bell, the competition began.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally their attention was focused on Xiao Mo and Xia Yu.
Finally, all the cultivators split into two groups and attacked Xiao Mo and Xia Yu respectively.
They knew that they had to kill the two strongest men first.
"One knife." In the air, Yu Yunwei made a "one" gesture.
Xiao Mo slashed with his sword, and all the cultivators in front of him fell to the ground, either dead or injured, under the bloody aura.
At the same time, Xia Yu sacrificed a large cauldron, which quickly grew larger, covering the fourteen cultivators and refining them in an instant.
"There are only two of us left." Xia Yu looked at Xiao Mo, his eyes full of contempt and murderous intent, "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know." Xiao Mo walked towards Xia Yu step by step with a knife in hand.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Xia Yu said "Okay" three times in a row. "Wait until I slowly torture you to death, and then you'll remember!"
After he finished speaking, Xia Yu chanted some incantations and the cauldron moved towards Xiao Mo.
"Two knives."
As Yu Yunwei's voice fell to the ground.
Xiao Mo chopped down with a knife.
The sword flashed for ten miles.
(End of this chapter)
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