Chapter 146 Winning
But at the critical moment, he suddenly felt his neck tighten, and his body was lifted up suddenly and flew directly into the air.

Waves of fire surged from beneath him.

He looked back in horror and found that the skinny monk had grabbed his collar with one hand.

"Yin Mo from Tianquan Peak wins."

The skinny monk said coldly.

Only then did he realize that he had failed, and was easily defeated by some basic fireball talismans.

The young man's face was extremely pale!
The other monks who were watching looked at each other after being amazed.

Even if the Fire Bomb Talisman is the simplest lower-level talisman, it costs one spirit stone to buy one.

But this person actually threw out thirty or forty cards at one time, which is equivalent to thirty or forty spirit stones. It is extremely extravagant and can be called a prodigal.

Some high-quality lower-level magical weapons are only worth this price.

Could it be that he was willing to spend all his money just to win in the sect?

Under the strange looks of other Luoyun Sect disciples, Yin Mo bowed slightly to the skinny monk, then walked out of the light shield nonchalantly.

As for the young man in white with the surname Xun, he looked at Yin Mo's back with hatred, his heart full of dissatisfaction, but under the cold gaze of the skinny monk, he could only leave helplessly.

After the first competition ended, Yin Mo had no interest in watching other people's competitions and went straight back to his residence.

Two days later, the first round of competition was over.

There were many exciting fights that the audience enjoyed talking about.

Yin Mo's use of dozens of low-level fire bullets to defeat his opponent naturally attracted attention and made many people envious. They thought that Yin Mo must be from a big family to be so generous.

In general, Yin Mo made some people know him through this competition and gained some fame.

In the second round, Yin Mo appeared very early and it was his turn in the afternoon of the first day.

When he stood in the center of the field again, the monks who had seen him compete before began to discuss in low voices.

"This guy from Tianquan Peak actually threw out dozens of talismans at once two days ago."

"Is this true? He doesn't look impressive at all, how can you not feel bad for him?"

"It seems that there is no large immortal cultivation family with the surname Yin in our Xi country. Could it be that they joined from foreign countries?"

Yin Mo listened to the discussions around him without changing his expression. He just narrowed his eyes slightly and examined the opponent in front of him.

The opponent was a handsome boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

He was wearing a green shirt and had nothing else except a storage bag around his waist.

There was still a hint of childishness on his face, but his eyes were staring at Yin Mo with great seriousness.

It seems that he also heard the discussions of people outside.

Yin Mo frowned slightly as he looked at this opponent who seemed to have just left his youth. But after the cold "start" sounded, he immediately reached into his storage bag and fumbled around.

At the same time, the moment the game started, the young disciple on the opposite side took action first, and two ice cones and a green light attacked Yin Mo.

He did the same thing as Yin Mo. He first used two ice cone talismans to force Yin Mo to be unable to fight back, and then he used his lightness skills to rush straight in front of Yin Mo.

Yin Mo smiled slightly and remained calm.

He dodged the attack of two ice cones with ease.

When the opponent rushed forward, Yin Mo raised his hand and emitted a yellow light, but before he could use it, Yin Mo had already used the Luo Yan Step and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The young disciple was startled to find that Yin Mo was gone, and was immediately horrified. The yellow magic weapon in his hand dimmed, and it turned out to be a silk net-like magic weapon.

Before he could look around for Yin Mo, he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, then his vision went black, and he fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

"Yin Mo from Tianquan Peak wins!" announced the skinny monk.

Yin Mo just appeared behind his opponent and knocked him unconscious with a single strike of his hand.

Several monks immediately came in from outside the venue, checked the young disciple, confirmed that he was fine, and then carried him away from the venue.

Seeing this scene, there was a commotion outside the venue.

"Look, what kind of magic did Yin Mo use? How could he instantly appear behind his opponent? It's amazing."

"This is not magic, but the martial arts skills of the secular world. It's just that I have never seen such a high level of skill!" Some experienced disciples recognized Yin Mo's skills.

The selection competition held in Luoyun Sect has been going on for thirteen days, and the final round of the selection competition is about to end.

However, in a pavilion halfway up the main peak, seven or eight Jindan stage cultivators gathered and were plotting something.

Two of them were the masters of Tianquan Peak. One was a middle-aged man named Xin, and the other was an old man in gray with a somewhat ferocious face. The rest of them also looked extraordinary.

"For this team leader, are there any of you willing to recommend yourself?" An old man in a blue robe with flowing white beard and a wrinkled face said with a slight frown.

"Hmph! Senior Brother Feng, even though the Sword Trial Conference is jointly organized by the three sects, every time our two sects return defeated, allowing the Ancient Sword Sect to take advantage."

"And the leader sent by Ancient Sword Sect this time must be the sharp-tongued Jiang Yun again. I don't want to suffer in vain."

A lazy-looking middle-aged man with a small moustache answered nonchalantly.

"That's right! I also heard that a few years ago, the Ancient Sword Sect accepted another disciple with the 'Nine Spirit Sword Body'. This time, they will definitely let him come out to participate in the conference."

"In this case, what else can the sword test competition compare to?"

"Although we have some disciples with special physiques, the difference compared to them is huge."

"And I heard that Baiqiao Academy has also recruited a direct disciple from the Shangguan family this time. It is said that he has defeated the elders of the family with the magic weapon he refined during the Qi Refining Stage. I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with him!"

Another pale old man also shook his head and said.

After hearing these words, the white-bearded old man showed a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"My two junior brothers, you are right. The Sword Trial Conference has become a demonstration by the Ancient Sword Sect against our two sects, but after all, they are stronger than us."

"If our sect doesn't send people to the conference, I'm afraid we won't even be able to get a quarter of the alcohol liquid."

"Moreover, doing so will also make the Ancient Sword Sect hostile to our Luoyun Sect, which will be detrimental to our long-term development in Yunmeng Mountain."

“After all, other sects in our Yunmeng Mountain are also eyeing us covetously. Our three sects cannot let them succeed.” The white-bearded old man said solemnly.

"Since Senior Brother Feng said so, let me lead the team." "Anyway, I haven't seen Chang Zheng, the elder of Baiqiao Academy, for a long time. It would be nice to chat with him by the way." The handsome, square-faced old man in a red shirt sitting opposite the white-bearded old man suddenly spoke.

“Junior Brother Duan, as the leader of Huoyun Peak, you have many disciples under your tutelage. It might not be appropriate for you to leave like this.” The white-bearded old man named Feng became hesitant after hearing his words.

"It's okay. Huoyun Peak still has Junior Brother Li here, so there won't be any problems."

“Besides, we are not leaving Yunmeng Mountain. We are just flying from the East Vein to the West Vein, which is only a day’s journey.” The red-shirted old man said lightly.

Hearing him say this, the white-bearded old man did not insist any more and nodded in agreement.

Then, he glanced at the others, and finally stopped at the old man in gray with a ferocious face, and slowly asked:

"Junior Brother Yu, I know you don't have many responsibilities in Tianquan Peak. This time, I'll let you assist Junior Brother Duan. What do you think? Junior Brother Xin, what do you think?"

After the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he turned to the middle-aged man named Xin and asked.

"Of course no problem. If Junior Brother Yu is willing, I have no objection." The middle-aged man surnamed Xin replied with a faint smile.

The gray-robed old man's cold face moved slightly, and after a moment, he simply said:

"Okay, I'll go."

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man showed joy, nodded, and continued:

"This time, Junior Brother Duan will lead the team, and Junior Brother Yu and Junior Sister Song from Baifeng Peak will serve as assistants."

"After the last round of competition today, you will gather these thirty disciples together and give them some guidance."

"Perhaps we still have a chance in this conference. After all, there are several candidates among our group of disciples who are quite powerful and should be able to compete with the Ancient Sword Sect and Baiqiao Academy."

"Junior Sister Song is also attending the conference? How come I didn't know? If that's the case, I'll go to the sword test conference on behalf of Junior Brother Yu."

A monk who had been hiding in the corner of the room spoke loudly with a sly look on his face and some surprise.

After hearing this, the other monks also started to get agitated, and two or three of them showed regretful expressions on their faces.

"Humph! Junior Brother Meng, what do you mean by that? I was talking for a long time just now, and you didn't say a word. Now that you heard that Junior Sister Song was going, you jumped out."

"To be honest, Junior Sister Song asked me not to leak the news of her participation in advance, otherwise she will not leave Baifeng Peak easily." The white-bearded old man said with a gloomy face.

This old man's cultivation has reached the late stage of Jindan, while that smooth-talking cultivator seems to be only in the early stage of Jindan.

After hearing the old man's words, the monk immediately lowered his head and remained silent, not daring to argue anymore.

The other few people who were somewhat interested looked at each other, and didn't know what to say.

Just then, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the house, and then a man's voice sounded.

"Master, several uncles, the last round of competition has ended. A total of three Foundation Establishment disciples and twenty-one Qi Refining cultivators have been selected. I have brought the list with me."

"Oh! Since you are here, come in. Let the uncles take a look too." The white-bearded old man said with a relaxed expression after hearing this.

"Yes, Master!" the man outside the house answered respectfully, then pushed open the door and walked in.

He was a man in his late foundation building stage, about thirty years old, with a handsome appearance and tall stature.

"This is the list and information of the twenty-four winners." The man took out a white jade slip from his arms and handed it to the old man with both hands.

"Let me take a look first." The old man nodded slightly, took the jade slip, and scanned it with his spiritual sense.

"Huh?" The old man took a look and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem with this list?" the red-shirted monk asked curiously.

The other people also looked at the old man in surprise.

"No problem. Fellow brothers, come and take a look!" After saying that, the white-bearded old man regained his composure and threw the jade slip to the pale-faced old man next to him.

He took the jade slip, took a look at it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he said nothing and handed the jade slip to others.

Before long, everyone had looked at the jade slip, and everyone had a different expression.

After reading the jade slip, the middle-aged man named Xin from Tianquan Peak showed surprise in his eyes.

"I really didn't expect that this time, six people from Tianquan Peak were selected. We other peaks are ashamed! It seems that Senior Brother Xin's teaching is indeed effective!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache sighed and spoke slowly.

"It seems that Senior Brother Xin is very confident about this sword test competition, which is why he trains these disciples so carefully!"

The tactful cultivator also said with some jealousy that only three people from his Hidden Sword Peak were selected, which was a complete loss of face.

"No, that's definitely not the case. I was a little surprised that so many people from Tianquan Peak were selected this time."

"Others are easy to deal with, but there are actually two disciples in the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage, named Yin Mo and Du Dong."

"I remember they seemed to have only been in the class for a few years. How could they make it to the end?"

"This is a bit strange, Senior Brother Gao, do you know how these two won?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Xin pondered for a moment and asked without changing his expression.

The male cultivator who had just entered heard the uncle's question and immediately answered:
"The way these two won is not complicated. Du Dong holds an extremely powerful top-level ice-attribute magic weapon. This magic weapon has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and complements his skills."

"Every time he attacked, his opponent was almost frozen to the ground in an instant. After a few rounds, no one could withstand his attacks."

"Oh? What does this magic weapon look like? Please describe it to us in detail." The middle-aged man with a mustache suddenly interrupted with interest.

"This is a wheel-like instrument, about a foot in diameter, with a crescent moon pattern carved on it."

"Once it is sacrificed, it will shine with white light, and can instantly activate an ice-attribute shield, and can also spray out cold air attacks similar to those of a large bird."

"This seems to be the 'Han Yue Wheel', the treasure that caused the extermination of a clan two hundred years ago. Could Du Dong be a descendant of the Du family?" The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said with some surprise.

"Well, it's very possible. After all, the Du family was also a big family back then. Some descendants may have escaped the catastrophe, and it is not impossible for them to make a comeback now."

The white-bearded old man stroked his beard and spoke leisurely.

"Brother, what you said makes sense. However, since Du Dong has the Frost Moon Wheel, it is not surprising that he entered last."

"Who is that guy named Yin Mo? Does he also possess a high-level magical weapon?" the middle-aged man with a mustache asked again.

“Not really. Although it is not clear whether Junior Brother Yin possesses high-level magical weapons, his generosity is obvious to all.” The man in the late Foundation Establishment stage explained with a wry smile.

(End of this chapter)