"Is everyone all right?" Zuo Mo cupped his hands and greeted them.

  Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan's faces suddenly looked a few shades worse. What's good? What's good about it? The two of them returned to the door school, suffering ridicule and sarcasm. Tao Xiang'er covered her mouth with a giggle, and beside her, the two disciples of the Lingying Sect also showed a few smiles on their faces, but fortunately, they both held back.

  The number of Lingying Sect's inner disciples is the best in Dongfu, but similarly, due to the lack of a strong leader, there are many factions among the disciples, and the complexity of the sect's relationships is also the best in Dongfu.

  Taoshu'er's lotus steps moved lightly, and her beautiful jade-like face instantly attracted everyone's attention.

  Only to see the disciples outside the Wujian Gate quickly divided into two camps. The male disciples stared intently, many with dull expressions, drooling at the sight. While the female disciples' camp was filled with sourness, insults like "cheap" and "fox spirit" echoed in their ears.

  Tao Xuer smiled sweetly: "Left Shixiong's performance last time, I admired it very much. However, as a disciple of the Lingying Sect, I couldn't just watch our sect's reputation being damaged, so I came to visit Left Shixiong again today."

  The other party spoke eloquently, but Zuo Mo sneered in his heart. Although this woman was beautiful, she was as venomous as a snake and scorpion, and if one wasn't careful, they would fall into her hands. Moreover, Zuo Mo couldn't stand how she saw their fellow disciples being bullied and still mocked them so ruthlessly.

  "Oh." Zuo Mo's face didn't change at all, and with his lowered eyelids, others found it even harder to guess what he was thinking.

  Tao Xuer suddenly felt like she had punched a cotton ball, and the other party's indifferent reaction left her speechless.

  However, she was not a simple person. She took a step back and let out two other senior brothers, saying: "Brother Wen Fei and Brother Ming Dao are the true masters of my Ling Ying Sect, and they have always been people I admire. This time coming here..."

  Wen Shan and Ming Dao couldn't help but straighten their backs and puff out their chests upon hearing this, clearly extremely pleased with themselves.

  "Let's fight if we must." Zuo Mo suddenly spoke up, interrupting her: "However, Wu Kong Mountain is not a place where one can come and go as they please. Let's get the ugly words out of the way first - whoever loses to me will have one of their magical artifacts taken away by me, to prove the name of our sect."

  These words were spoken with a sense of justice and righteousness, and the outer door disciples of the Wu Kong Sword Sect behind him all cheered in unison.

  The two of them heard this and immediately looked displeased.

  Wen Fei wore a green robe and white gauze, with his hair tied up in a green scarf. He had an elegant demeanor, as if he might float away on the wind at any moment, looking like a celestial being. How could he bear to show weakness? With a cold laugh, he said: "Fine, fine, if you have such skills, I will naturally acknowledge defeat and admit my inferiority."

  Wearing a blue spiritual armor and with a golden crown on his head, Ming Dao also spoke: "If you lose, I will take away one of your magical treasures."

  Tao Xuer stood at the back, watching both sides with swords drawn and bows stretched, a triumphant smile spreading from the corner of her mouth. While Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan stared at Zuo Mo with eyes blazing red, their expressions seemed to be saying they would swallow him whole if they could.

  "Who first?"

  Zuo Mo let out a low shout and took a step forward, his aura suddenly surging.

  Perhaps it was because he had just practiced sword fighting, but he only felt his whole body burning hot, his blood boiling like flames scorching him, and that sudden surge of battle intent bursting out, churning restlessly, as if about to burst out of his body.

  Like a treasured sword out of its scabbard, the sharp blade suddenly appears! Just one step away, the left and right are like two different people. The surface is wooden but inside it's slippery. At this moment, everything flies away without a sound. From head to toe, the intense fighting spirit is as if it has substance, so pure that it's hard to look directly at it.

  Tao Xuer stared blankly at Zuo Mo, her beautiful jade face looking as if she had seen a ghost.

  How is it possible?

  Is this still that greedy and lustful zombie?

  In her mind, Zuo Mo was a petty and cheap person. Otherwise, who would think of flying swords at others during a battle?

  Last time she suffered a loss, especially at the hands of such an insignificant person, which made Tao Xiang'er so resentful. She was tripped up by someone she looked down on, how could she swallow this blow?

  But the Lemo in front of me...

  Wen Shan's eyes revealed a solemn expression, the aura emanating from his opponent was unexpected. However, he wasn't like Yan Mingzi and Hu Shan, those spoiled rich kids; although his family was wealthy, his daily cultivation was also very diligent, and he still had some real skills.

  Although he was shocked, he was not afraid, took a step forward and lightly shouted: "I'm coming!"

  Wen Fei Liang took out his own treasure, a pale blue jade fan with a jade bone and extraordinary fabric on the surface. A faint cyan glow could be seen flowing around it. On the fan was painted a landscape painting. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that the river flowing between the mountains in the painting was actually slowly moving.

  Tianhe fan, third rank.

  Dripping Water Sword, third rank.

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and frustration at the sloppy and unorthodox techniques of the Ling Ying Sect, even their slapping technique had come out.

  When he saw his own Water Drop Sword, Yan Mingzi's face turned extremely ugly. However, he was very fond of collecting various magical artifacts and had a keen eye for them. He immediately noticed that the Water Drop Sword was in even better condition than when it was in his hands. His mind suddenly became puzzled - could this flying sword also be picky about its owner?

  "Please!" Wen Fei shouted with a lot of style.

  The words had barely fallen when Dripping Sword arrived!

  "Go with the flow!"

  Zuo Mo's favorite opening move, this move was like a bell hanging from a goat's horn, leaving no trace.

  He now uses this move, which is quite different from the past. In the past, it was like a gentle breeze, but now it still has a light and elegant tone, yet with a few more hints of fire, just like a white flame that burns silently.

  Wen Fei sneered and lightly shook the Tianhe fan.

  Zuo Mo only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and a thick and unmatched water pillar fell from the sky, like a water dragon, sweeping towards him.

  "Shui Long Yin"

  Counter-attack with an attack!

  No one expected that Wen Fei, who looked so gentle and elegant, would have such a fierce and aggressive fighting style. The two sides were competing to see who could attack the other first.

  Zuo Mo hummed coldly, his sword momentum unchanged. The spiritual energy at his feet circulated rapidly as he suddenly flashed to the left. His feet seemed to be equipped with springs, moving at an astonishing speed, dodging past the Water Dragon.

  Counterattack?

  Zuo Mo was fearless, and when it came to speed, there was no magic that could compare with the flying sword. With a surge of spiritual energy, the Water Droplet Sword emitted a sharp whistling sound, like a flash of light, swift as lightning!

  A thin layer of water screen suddenly rose in front of Wen Fei, and the dripping sword struck the water screen fiercely. The water screen rippled violently, but still blocked the dripping sword!

  Zuo Mo was also somewhat surprised, this layer of water curtain seemed to be only a thin layer, but unexpectedly it could block the Water Droplet Sword, and it was much stronger than he had expected. However, he also saw that this layer of water curtain was barely able to withstand, if he added a bit more force, it would definitely break.

  He was about to urge on his spiritual power when the extremely sturdy water dragon suddenly turned as if it were a living creature, and charged towards him.

  In the blink of an eye, the water dragon rushed in front of him. When this water dragon rushed in front of him, he suddenly realized its enormity! It was like a big river, rumbling and rushing towards him with a terrifying momentum!

  Zuo Mo hadn't even thought of it, but the Water Droplet Sword suddenly transformed into a streak of flowing light and appeared between him and the water dragon.

  A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes, and the Dewdrop Sword suddenly rose up.

  Waterfall!

  Everyone only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and on the left side of Mo's face, a waterfall suddenly appeared, a silver waterfall composed of countless sword tips, pouring down, hitting the dragon head of the water dragon with unparalleled accuracy!

  Boom!

  The dragon head of the water dragon suddenly burst open, and countless water droplets splashed everywhere. The disciples who were watching were instantly drenched, but at this moment, no one dared to move their eyes away. Such a wonderful competition, missing any detail would be a pity.

  The waterfall cascades down in an endless stream, as if it would never run dry, while the sky is suspended with a hanging waterfall, also unceasing and seemingly infinite.

  "Awesome!" Yan Mingzi was stunned, his heart had already completely surrendered to the opponent's strength. The previous victory wasn't just a fluke.

  Hushan also looked intently, nodding in deep agreement: "I've long heard that Wén Fēi Shīxiōng's Tiān Hé shàn is among the top three of our generation of disciples, and indeed it lives up to its reputation!"

  Yan Mingzi smiled and said, "Not bad, but my Water Drop Sword is no ordinary sword either. It can hold its own against the Heavenly River Fan, it's truly extraordinary. My taste is really good."

  "That's quite formidable." Hu Shan was blunt: "If it were in your hands, you'd be lucky to block five moves from Wen Shi-xiong."

  Yan Mingzi wasn't angry either: "Fighting, I'm no match for others, but buying treasures, who among you is my opponent?"

  He was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

  Taoshu'er's heart surged with countless waves, she had never thought that Zuo Mo could hold his own against Wen Fei Shixiong, because she knew how formidable Wen Fei Shixiong was.

  Wen Fei Shixiong was not well-known outside, but among the disciples of the Lingying Sect this generation, he was a truly powerful figure. He was deeply loved by his seniors, and the Tianhe fan was specially refined for him by the sect's seniors, which made countless people jealous. Wen Fei Shixiong did not disappoint, with outstanding talent, diligent cultivation, and numerous spiritual pills constantly nourishing him, making his strength unparalleled. However, he rarely showed his hand, even among fellow disciples, no one knew his depth. Tao Xuer saw Wen Fei Shixiong cultivating by chance once, was shocked beyond measure, and left a deep impression. So this time she specifically went to ask Wen Fei Shixiong, just to suppress the arrogance of Zuo Mo.

  Moreover, Tao Xuer also knew that the seniors planned to let Wen Fei Shixiong make a stunning debut at the upcoming Dongfu Swordsmanship Competition.

  This despicable zombie is actually evenly matched with Wen Fei Shixiong?

  How is it possible?

  Tao Xuer felt her head spinning.

  Those outer disciples, each with wide eyes, were silent as a crow. Zuo Mo didn't notice that among the female disciples, there was a lovely, rosy-cheeked face, now extremely tense, even her small fists clenched involuntarily.

  The two men exchanged blows as swift as lightning, and the two moves were just a blink of an eye. Now that they have entered the stalemate stage, the crowd couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and after savoring it for a moment, they exclaimed in admiration at the thrilling spectacle.

  However, for the two who were holding on to each other, it wasn't so easy.

  The disdain and contempt before Wen Fei had disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity. He who was about to make a big show at the Sword Trial Meeting did not expect to encounter such a powerful opponent!

  His left eye, two flames wildly dancing in his pupils, his fighting spirit is at its peak!

  It's disadvantageous for him to drag out the battle. The other side still has one more person, and if they can't settle the fight quickly, then in the next match, there will basically be no chance of winning.

  His mind was made up in an instant, he let out a loud roar and decided to go all out!