Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 122: The Confrontation on the Sword Arena! The Sixth Brother Lin Mo!

Such a familiar line... Lin Mo touched his chin, looked at Pan Peng's "proud" expression, and did not refute.

The fairy boat glided twice in the sky above Lunjian Peak, and finally slowly landed at the ferry on the mountainside.

"The other peaks are built on the mountainside for easier access and less likely to violate the taboos of each department. The only exception is the Sword Peak because the sword energy on the top of the mountain is too strong and the immortal boat cannot dock at all."

After Pan Peng brought Lin Mo down from the immortal boat, he introduced them along the way:

“Even the inner sect brothers who are at the Jindan stage can only enter the ferry from the mountainside…”

The two walked up along the mountainside, and gradually, Lin Mo felt a strong sense of oppression.

Not just sword intent, but also fist intent, knife intent, and Tao intent...

The higher you go, the stronger the feeling of oppression becomes.

Even though Lin Mo was already a foundation-building cultivator, he was still sweating profusely when he reached the sword-discussing arena on the top of the mountain.

Pan Peng looked at him and said:
"It seems that Senior Brother is in good shape. My legs were weak when I first climbed the mountain."

After saying this, he pointed to the huge platform in front and said:
"Look, that's the sword fighting arena!"

Without his reminder, Lin Mo saw the huge stone platform as soon as he walked out of the stairs on the mountain path.

It is as shocking as looking down from above. The entire stone platform looks like it has been cut by a sword. The surface is as smooth and flat as a mirror, but it gives people a sense of naturalness.

Broken, yet unexpectedly integrated.

"Brother Lin, have you prepared the substitute talisman?"

Pan Peng asked.

Lin Mo was stunned: "What substitute talisman?"

"Sure enough..." Pan Peng smiled, "Brother, you just made the same mistake that all newbies make. This sword arena is like a temporary space for fighting in the ring. You need to use a substitute talisman to enter."

Lin Mo then noticed that the disciples of Qingshan Sect around the Sword Discussion Arena seemed to be tearing open their talismans and entering the "Sword Discussion Arena".

It turns out that the "Sword Fighting Arena" is also a temporary space.

The confusion in his heart was also resolved. Looking from above, the Sword Discourse Arena was just a large platform. How could it be big enough to support the disciples of a sect fighting each other?

In that case, it would probably take ten days or half a month just to make an appointment for a sword fight.

"This is similar to the Sumo Arena Battle at Wudao Cliff."

Lin Mo looked at the golden light flashing on everyone with curiosity, and then entered the space of the sword-discussing arena.

Pan Peng said:
"How can the arena battle at Wudao Cliff be compared with the sword arena? The former is just a small-scale arena battle, while the latter can accommodate more than 10,000 people at a time."

"And the swordsmen fighting each other will not be affected."

Pan Peng said this, and then he took out a small stack of "substitute talismans" from his hand with a smile, and said: "It's okay if you don't bring talismans, I have some extra ones here."

"Thank you." Lin Mo was about to reach out to take it when he heard the other party chuckle:
"Sincerely, five cards for one contribution point."

Good guy, so you are waiting for me here!

Lin Mo’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect that Pan Peng, who pretended to be enthusiastic all the way, was actually a "ticket scalper"!
Pan Peng smiled and said:

"Brother Lin, since this is our first transaction, how about this? As long as you buy more than ten tickets, I will give you one ticket. How about that?"

Lin Mo: “…”

A few minutes later, Lin Mo successfully bought 2 substitute talismans with 15 contribution points.

Pan Peng said with a painful look on his face: "Brother Lin, you are really good at bargaining. My cost is more than enough."

Lin Mo just laughed, with an expression that said "keep acting".

Pan Peng laughed awkwardly:
"Brother, a substitute talisman can only engrave the 'true self' once. It is definitely not a bad thing to buy more substitute talismans."

"It's not unusual for someone who enters the sword arena for the first time to use ten or eight cards."

Lin Mo said unhappily, "I just came here to take a look and complete a novice mission. Why do I need so much?"

Buying in bulk just makes it more cost-effective, but it doesn’t mean that Lin Mo will play so many games today.

Pan Peng said in a serious tone:

"I really didn't lie to Senior Brother Lin. The novice's mission is to win the first victory in the arena. It is not an easy task to win the first victory in the sword arena."

"In addition to strength, a little bit of luck is also required. As for why, I will keep it a secret. I believe Senior Brother Lin will find out soon."

Hearing his words, Lin Mo showed a thoughtful expression.

"Then congratulations to Senior Brother Lin for his successful start and for successfully winning his first victory today!"

Pan Peng bowed, then tore up the talisman in his hand, turned into a golden light, and disappeared on the sword-fighting stage.

Lin Mo looked down at the [Level 2 Substitute Talisman] in his hand, and without hesitation, he tore the talisman into pieces.

[Ding! Confirm your identity as a disciple of Qingshan Sect. Do you want to enter the Qinzhou Thirty Sects Sword Discussion Arena? ]

His mind moved, and he directly selected the confirmation option, and a golden light enveloped him.

"Buzz!!"

As a ringing sound came from his ears, his consciousness seemed to be sucked into something, and his whole body was transported into an ink painting.

Various wonders of mountains and rivers quickly passed by before my eyes, and then my sight was fixed on a "stone pillar platform" constructed with just a few strokes of ink.

And on the high platform, there seemed to be countless large and small arenas, and there was a huge stone tablet next to it.

Lin Mo then realized that he seemed to be above the "audience seats", watching the countless "ink arenas" below from a God's perspective.

There were many people fighting on the ring, and the noise was extremely loud.

[Ding! Spectator mode or challenge mode? ]

So smart?

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows and clicked to confirm the latter.

[Ding! The swordsman's rank is detected as: Newcomer (0 points). You are being matched with a suitable opponent. Please wait...]

His expression was not surprised. According to Pan Peng's introduction just now, the sword arena actually has ranks, but the latter only introduced the first three ranks to him:
He had just entered the martial world, was an unknown person, and was a newcomer in the spiritual world.

According to Pan Peng, this is basically the range of levels that can be achieved during the foundation-building period, corresponding to the early, middle, and late stages of foundation-building respectively.

Of course, those with amazing talents can fight across levels. For example, they can obtain the title of [Nameless] in the early stage of foundation building, or the title of [Rookie] in the middle stage of foundation building.

It's just that there are very few people like this.

Lin Mo didn't have to wait long, and the matching interface soon changed.

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent, about to enter the ring, please be ready, 10, 9, 8, 7...]

【1】

As the countdown ended, Lin Mo closed his eyes and opened them again, and appeared on a stage.

On the other side of the arena, a figure also appeared, but the other person was not wearing the Taoist robes of Qingshan Sect, but the Taoist robes of other sects.

Not from the Nine Daoist Academy...

Lin Mo made a judgment immediately. He had seen the Taoist robes of the nine major Taoist academies at the Enlightenment Cliff, and the other party's robes did not match any of them.

"Damn it, my luck is so bad today. How come I run into people from the Nine Daoist Academy right after I come here!"

The man's voice came from the other side, and his eyes were also looking at him:

"A three-striped 'old man'? Damn it!"

Is this what Pan Peng calls “luck”?
When Lin Mo saw the pattern on the chest of the person opposite him, he immediately understood what Pan Peng had meant.

The matching mechanism is random, and the scope should be all disciples who have just entered the world, including those between the first and third levels of foundation building.

Therefore, it is very likely that he will meet disciples from the nine major academies right at the start, and some of them may be veterans at the second or third level of foundation building.

What Pan Peng never expected was that not only did Lin Mo not meet the old student, but he also met a disciple from an ordinary Taoist academy.

And judging from the other person's appearance, he might ascend to the spiritual world earlier than him, but definitely not much earlier.

"Brother, please show mercy."

The male disciple opposite said so.

As soon as he finished speaking, the countdown on the interface ended. His expression suddenly changed, and he threw out the fire bomb talisman that he had prepared long ago:

"Hahaha, go to hell!"

Change into face... Lin Mo thought of these three words, but he was not unprepared.

"Rise like the wind!"

He took a quick step forward. "Swish!"

The fire bullet transformed from the talisman brushed past his sleeve and did not hurt him at all.

"Damn, I spent a lot of money on this talisman!"

The male disciple suddenly collapsed.

I thought I could take the initiative, but I ended up grabbing something that was not worth it, and ended up wasting a hard-earned talisman.

Talismans engraved with spells can even allow cultivators with different spiritual roots to release spells of different attributes.

The conditions for use are also very simple, just use spiritual energy to activate it.

The higher the level of the spell, the higher the cost.

Although the male disciple's fire bomb spell has average speed and power, its damage is at most that of a mid-grade tier 1 spell.

But for a freshman, it is considered a huge sum of money.

"hehe."

Lin Mo ignored his painful "howl" and quickly pinched the Taoist formula in his hands.

"The thunder is strong... go!"

A bolt of lightning shot out from his fingertips and hit the male disciple who wanted to escape but was a beat too slow.

"Crack!"

The light of the electric arc wrapped around the male disciple's body, not only causing a ball of charcoal to form on his thigh, but also causing his body to become stiff.

Lin Mo drew the sword from his waist and quickly approached the opponent.

"Fuck, don't come over here!"

The male disciple shouted in panic, constantly making finger gestures with his hands.

But before he could make a move, Lin Mo had already approached him and handed the sword to him mercilessly.

"call out!"

As the sound of breaking wind was heard, the male disciple's chest was pierced through.

[Ring winner: Qingshan Zonglin Mo, points: +10]

[Ding! The novice mission of the Sword Arena has been completed. Please go to the Trial Pavilion to hand it in. ]

As two system prompts sounded, the male disciple in front of him turned into white light with an unwilling look on his face and disappeared on the stage.

"Is this a win?"

Lin Mo won his first victory easily, the process was so simple that he himself did not expect it.

This is even less difficult than the arena fight at Wudao Cliff.

No, it should be said that it is far inferior.

It’s not that there’s a huge gap in the cultivation base between the two sides. After all, they are both at the foundation-building stage.

It is hard to say what the grade of the spell is, because the magician Lin Mo uses is only level 1, and he has not even cast the strongest spell yet.

The difference lies in the word "Taoism foundation".

He could clearly feel the gap between himself and the male disciple just now.

Whether it was the movements of his feet, the finger gestures he made to cast spells, or the concentration of Taoist power... there was a strong sense of "stuttering" in his eyes.

Simply put, it's too slow.

This is the difference brought about by the strength of [Dao Foundation].

Even though Lin Mo's current qualifications can only be considered as average among the nine major academies or even the thirty sects in Qinzhou.

However, he practiced the immortal-level foundation-building Taoist techniques and took the [Dao Yuan Fruit] to cultivate a post-natal Taoist body as the foundation of Taoism. He was no worse than the top geniuses in the Taoist Academy.

Compared with the disciples of ordinary Taoist temples, it can be said that they are crushed.

It’s just that before, on the Ninth Floor Enlightenment Platform, he was compared with geniuses like Chu Wange, Chen Xuanzhi, Feng Ji, and Long A, so his “advantage” naturally did not show up.

It was not until the end of the battle that he vaguely realized the difference between himself and these ordinary disciples.

[Ding! Do you want to continue matching opponents? ]

Soon, a new prompt flashed on the interface.

"Oh, of course!"

Lin Mo chose to confirm without hesitation. After all, the battle just now was not even a warm-up for him.

[Ding! We are matching you with a suitable opponent. Please wait...]

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent, rank: Beginner (30 points)]

Soon, with a flash of golden light, a new opponent appeared on the other side of the ring, and his position was "reset" back to the starting point.

30 point?
That means we won at least three games! ?

Lin Mo looked at the man opposite him, who was still wearing a Taoist robe that he didn't recognize.

I'm so lucky that I met ordinary Taoist disciples twice in a row?
He raised an eyebrow.

When the male disciple opposite him saw the green shirt on him, although he did not make a fuss like the previous one, his expression suddenly became serious.

[Ding! Please prepare for battle, 10, 9, 8, 7...]

【1】

As the countdown ended, the restrictions on both sides were lifted.

The male disciple did not use any talismans, but started with the conventional magic practice of making hand gestures, but he did it quite quickly.

"Rise like the wind!"

Lin Mo did not use any Taoist techniques, but instead picked up the Taoist sword and rushed forward.

"Sword cultivator!?"

The male disciple opposite him panicked when he saw his appearance.

Apart from sword cultivators, few people would rush forward with swords at the beginning, and Lin Mo was very fast, crossing most of the arena in a short while.

The male disciple was so frightened that his hands began to tremble, and the Taoist incantations he was chanting became disordered.

"Damn it, don't panic!"

He kept reminding himself in his mind to speed up as much as possible.

However, Lin Mo was faster. At the moment when his hands started to get confused, he had already drawn his sword and rushed forward.

"call out!"

A clean, sharp thrust.

The male disciple narrowly avoided the attack and the tip of the sword deviated by a few inches, leaving only a deep cut on his arm without causing any fatal injury.

"No sword intention?"

The male disciple looked at his injuries in surprise. There was no heart-wrenching pain in his arm, and the damage from the direct attack seemed very "normal".

"You're not a swordsman!?"

He looked at Lin Mo in surprise. If he was really a swordsman, even if he just brushed past him, his arm would probably be broken.

The latter smiled at him, and he immediately felt that his intelligence was insulted, his face flushed and he said:
"Hey you..."

"Heavenly Thunder Curse!"

Before the male disciple finished speaking, a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from Lin Mo's hidden finger.

"Crack!"

The "Heavenly Thunder Curse" was released almost at face-to-face, leaving no space for the male disciple, and directly hit his vital point between the eyebrows. A burnt charcoal smell wafted over.

[Ring winner: Qingshan Zonglin Mo, points: +10]

As the system prompt sounded, the outcome of the battle was determined.

The disciple's expression contained a trace of anger of being deceived, and finally turned into white light and disappeared on the stage.

Damn! This old 6!

　4K words, there should be another one later, don’t wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)