"Well, this competition is very unfavorable to Yu Heng. I want to change the previous competition simulation. Try to eliminate the differences between people. With the fairest competition, everyone will have nothing to say."
Fusang glanced at the three genius disciples below and said.
He seemed to see through everything, and no one could escape his bright eyes.
"How can that be done? What if Yu Heng loses?"
The sect leader was slightly excited about his opinion. It would be safer to accept him directly as a direct disciple, so why go to such trouble.
Besides, I don't know enough about Mo Yuheng's talent, and I am afraid that there will be a gap between her talent and her single spiritual roots, which were cultivated by her family through various methods since she was a child.
"Senior brother, if you worry, you will become confused. I think Yuheng is no worse than these three in terms of talent and understanding.
The only difference is to give them an equal stage to compete. She is not a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. One day she will leave us and spread her wings alone. How long can we protect him? We can only work hard to cultivate her within the scope of our abilities. "
Fuso breaks down the details one by one and explains them patiently and slowly.
The sect master finally understood that Fusang had good intentions and long-term thinking.
Don't mess with this anymore.
"You're right. The little girl was just a little tiny when she was born. She was very light and cute when she was held in her arms. After a while, she grew up all of a sudden. Then you can arrange it!"
The voice revealed all kinds of helpless nostalgia and deep self-blame, and it sounded like an old father worrying about his daughter.
"Yeah." Fuso stood up.
One hand is behind the back, and the other hand is in front, grasping the sleeve.
He glanced at the people below with a serious expression.
Suddenly everyone started to get nervous.
"Her name is Mo Yuheng, a person who has made great achievements in the past. The sect leader took pity on her for having no master and gave him a chance to participate in this competition."
This sentence is like dripping water into boiling oil, constantly boiling and exploding.
The people present were extremely shocked. Sure enough, their guess was correct.
They all turned to look at Mo Yuheng. One of them, a young man with an ordinary face named Yichuan, said dissatisfiedly: "Sir, how can this be done? How can things that have been agreed upon be changed?"
Another young man named Xiaoyao, who is handsome and exudes unique arrogance, echoed: "Yes! How can we change it? We all agreed with our elders."
Fuso waved his hand domineeringly, and the two of them turned pale. They took several steps back and stumbled before trying to stand firm.
"Am I going to depend on your elders for what I say? If you have any objections to not participating in the competition, you can get out of here."
The faces of the three middle-aged people outside suddenly turned ugly when they heard this. They wanted to rush in, but a young man outside held a sword and stabbed it hard in front of the hall door.
"Three elders, this is the first hall. You are not allowed to come as you please, leave as you please, or break in as you please."
"Luo Bai, get out of the way quickly. Don't think that you are the first disciple. We don't dare to do anything to you." The three middle-aged men were furious and looked anxious.
"If you want to take action, just take action. Why wait until now to talk nonsense." Luo Bai remained unmoved and did not take their words seriously.
These three people are just golden elixir cultivators. Although they have reached the foundation-building perfection, they are only one step away from entering the golden elixir. They can also cross levels to challenge one against three.
When he was five years old, he entered the Jade Market and became a disciple of Fusang. It has been twenty-five years since he practiced swordsmanship continuously. Only then did he achieve the level of swordsmanship he has now.
Known as the number one genius in Jade Market, the senior brother is praised by everyone.
Even the golden elixir cultivator would stay away from him because of his sharp edge, not daring to compete with him.
Today happens to be the time when the master wants to recruit another direct disciple and asks him to come here to guard the gate. Anyone who dares to rush into the first hall will be politely thrown out or beaten away.
They are indeed master and disciple, they are very similar.
What is truth? The fist is the truth.
This saves trouble and you don't have to talk to these people.
"Three elders, after all, my master is the first. I will definitely not ruin my reputation. I will just teach you a lesson."
After hearing this, several people came to their senses and stopped, not wanting to take action again.
It was my junior who rudely asked the person in front of me, what is the status of the leader?
Not arguing with juniors like them is tolerant and generous. The cold sweat on his forehead kept breaking out, and he couldn't wipe it off with his hand, so he just ignored it.
My feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and couldn't move away.
His eyes remained motionless as he watched what was happening inside.
Seeing that they were not moving, Luo Bai closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
Mo Yuheng's mouth curled up slightly, as if he was interested in such a master, which suited his taste.
Especially the Luo Bai outside is one of the geniuses in "The Immortal Love". It is the white moonlight that cannot be erased from the heart of the heroine Mo Zhixue. She misses the other party but is ruthless.
Luo Bai is devoted to Taoism and hates Mo Zhixue's cruel and ruthless character, who has a large harem behind him.
She obviously doesn't like the other person, but she still wants to have a spare tire, asking those men to pay for her, but she doesn't want to pay at all.
Love is inherently fair.
But she took advantage of other people's feelings, trampled their feelings under her feet, and climbed up step by step to become an immortal while these people turned into withered bones.
Quickly put aside these thoughts and stood in the middle of the hall: "Thank you, Chief, for giving me this fair competition opportunity."
He cupped his fists and saluted without hesitation, giving people a heroic look.
As expected, she is the daughter of junior sister, so she should seize the opportunity without hesitation.
Fusang and the sect leader breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are all one-in-a-million geniuses, carefully trained by your respective families and sent to me to compete."
"Okay, this year's competition is different from the previous ones. This spirit ball contains a set of Xuan-level sword techniques called Gale Wind Sword Technique, which has five moves. I injected spiritual energy and started practicing. If you can watch a piece of the practice, you will be considered to have passed the first place. Pass the assessment. If you fail, please leave. If only one person passes, then all the others will leave. The remaining one means that he has passed and can become my personal disciple."
Don't be nervous when you hear these words. It's not like I haven't seen and practiced the Xuanjie Sword Technique. They can even use it.
Thinking of this, he felt confident: "Start."
Mo Yuheng, like everyone else, stared at the spirit ball attentively.
The spirit ball injected with spiritual power bloomed with a faint light, and a vague figure carrying a wooden sword appeared inside.
The first move, the second...the fifth move.
Each move moves as fast as the wind, and if you don't have enough eyesight, you can't see the move at all.
One move is practiced in just a few breaths.
Several people quickly closed their eyes and kept rehearsing the moves in their minds, trying to make up for the gaps in their memory, but no one opened their mouth to practice the assessment moves first.
Because they understand deeply that whoever strikes first will lose first.
Fuso leisurely returned to the chair, slowly took out a bag of tea leaves from the space ring and placed it on the table.
The sect master's eyes were shining brightly, and his hand was quietly stretched out.
(End of chapter)
