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

Chapter 124 Lin Mo's "Poetry Talent"! Despicable or powerful?
The audience suddenly became lively and there was more discussion.

From the time Pan Peng entered the venue, within two or three minutes, the number of onlookers doubled again.

This is the winning streak effect. The more winning streaks there are, the more times the name will be refreshed on the stone tablet, and the more viewers will be attracted.

"Isn't this guy the one who burned the bamboo forest this morning?"

"Handsome and a little bit mean, that's right! It's him!"

"What happened to the bamboo forest fire?"

"..."

Soon, someone recognized Lin Mo.

There are not many foundation-building disciples in Qingshan Sect. Even if you add up the dozen or twenty generations, there are only about two thousand people.

Whenever there is any movement, it will basically spread on the Taoist forum within a day or two.

He set fire to the bamboo forest in the morning and won consecutive victories on the sword-fighting arena in the afternoon. I believe that the name "Lin Mo" will soon be known to everyone in the sect.

Pan Peng thought secretly in his heart, looking at Lin Mo on the ring. The opponent did not start the next game immediately, but paused for a moment.

[Ding! Congratulations on achieving the 10-hit streak, reward: low-grade spirit stones.]

"There's a reward for winning ten games in a row, but you didn't tell me there was such a good thing!"

Lin Mo looked at the ten low-grade spirit stones that had arrived in his account, and a hint of joy flashed across his face.

The ten consecutive victories just now only took half an hour, which was much more profitable than burning down the Purple Bamboo Forest.

[Warm Tips: In the initial stage of Jianghu, you will get continuous victories and rewards. ]

He immediately noticed the small words below, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
continue!

As Lin Mo's mind moved, the system on the interface began to jump:
[Ding! We are matching you with a suitable opponent. Please wait...]

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent Fan Zhan, rank: Beginner (280 points)]

With a flash of talisman light, a new opponent appeared at the opposite corner of the ring.

"It's the unlucky guy from Yellow Maple Valley."

Someone immediately recognized where the contestants in the ring came from.

Compared to freshmen like Lin Mo, it is not difficult for old students who have stayed in Lingxu Realm for a few months to recognize the styles of Taoist robes in each Taoist academy.

The male disciple named Fan Zhan's face turned a little ugly after seeing Lin Mo on the opposite side and the ten-game winning streak mark.

When Pan Peng saw his expression, he shook his head in his heart and sentenced him to "death penalty".

As a "veteran" in the sword-fighting arena, he has actually summed up a set of experience of his own.

Regardless of one's strength, being timid before fighting is a big taboo!
"I think I've met this guy before. He's pretty good. This time I have a chance."

Suddenly, someone said beside me.

Pan Peng curled his lips, showing some disdain.

As expected, as the countdown ended, Lin Mo rushed forward with his sword in hand. Fan Zhan was shocked when he saw this, thinking that the other party was a sword cultivator. The Taoist formula that he had prepared in his hand suddenly became a little flustered.

Then Lin Mo seized the opportunity and attacked him at close range, using a set of sword techniques to disrupt his spell casting rhythm, and finally a thunder technique that was almost impossible to dodge hit him on the forehead.

"Crack!"

A big hole exploded between his eyebrows, and soon turned into white light and dissipated.

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

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 11 consecutive victories. 】

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo...]

Three more blue marks were displayed on the stone tablet. Lin Mo won the game easily and achieved the achievement of 11 consecutive kills.

Audience A, who had just praised Fan Zhan, showed a trace of regret:
"What a pity! This guy is almost at the second level of foundation building. He clearly has a chance."

Pan Peng laughed and was about to retort when he heard a deep baritone voice:
"Humph, you're just trash, how can you give me a chance?"

Who is speaking?

Pan Peng looked back, but didn't see anyone.

However, spectator A nearby said with a somewhat unconvinced expression: "Lin Mo is only at the first level of foundation building. If Fan Zhan can see through his disguise as a sword cultivator, he may have a chance."

The baritone continued: "You don't want to fight, you don't want to retreat, you are just a loser!"

Perhaps it was because the other party's tone was too firm, and there was a feeling that a sect elder was preaching to him, which made the man retreat slightly, shut his mouth, and choose not to continue arguing.

The little episode in the audience did not affect Lin Mo's battle on the field.

[Ding! Congratulations on achieving the 10-hit streak, reward: low-grade spirit stones.]

Seeing another reward arrive, Lin Mo's "fighting heart" burned, and he felt a constant stream of power flowing out from his dantian.

"Come on! Let us earn some money, ugh! Let's have a good fight!"

Lin Mo's eyes were burning as he clicked match again.

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

Not long after, a new opponent appeared in a corner of the ring again.

So, Lin Mo first straightened his green shirt to let the other party notice his Qingshan Sect Taoist robe and the three patterns on his chest.

Sure enough, the disciple who did not belong to the nine major academies once again revealed a trace of fear on his face.

So, Lin Mo smiled confidently and boldly, raised his sword and charged forward...

A minute later, the opponent showed regret on his face, fell under the Yin Sword, and turned into white light.

"Fuck, this is the same trick again. How much does this guy like to play the role of a swordsman?"

The audience in the auditorium were the first to get restless.

"Does Qingshan Sect know that he did this? Is there no one to control him? "

"Why do I suddenly feel a little embarrassed?"

"Good news: I saw the guy with 12 consecutive wins. Bad news: He's a bitch."

"Haha, this trick is only useful for rookies. As long as the score is over 300, I guarantee that no one will be fooled!"

"..."

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent, rank: Beginner (380 points)]

As if to confirm a certain audience member's point of view, the opponent in the next match was indeed above 300 points.

Moreover, unlike the previous female disciple who took advantage of the situation, this disciple did not make any extra movements after entering. Even after seeing the green shirt and three patterns on Lin Mo's body, his expression remained calm.

"Oh, I told you, this trick is only useful for newcomers who have been fighting on the sword arena for no more than three months. It is useless for veterans."

Audience A said proudly. A deep baritone sounded at the right time: "Haha, not necessarily."

Audience A frowned slightly, but still did not refute, just muttered:
"How could anyone with a brain be deceived..."

"Mysterious ice turns into sword light, and frost falls in all directions!"

Before he could finish, Lin Mo in the field suddenly raised his sword and seemed to be reciting some sword techniques.

At this point, even the audience was slightly stunned.

Isn't he a Dharma practitioner? Why is he really reciting the sword formula?

Could it be that he really is a swordsman who has refined the sword outside his body?
……

For a moment, many doubts arose among the audience.

But soon, Lin Mo broke their fantasy.

The contestant on the other side looked at his long sword, which looked like an ordinary Taoist sword, with a look of doubt and confusion, thinking a lot in his mind, and then...

"Heavenly Thunder Curse!"

An unexpected bolt of lightning shot out from Lin Mo's fingers.

"Crack-"

The contestant was hit in the arm unexpectedly. While he was in shock, Lin Mo had already raised his sword and slashed at him.

"Stab straight!"

"Vertical chop!"

"Hang the sword!"

"..."

A set of basic sword techniques and small combos can easily defeat a player whose hand has been disabled.

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

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 13 consecutive victories. 】

【…】

The audience outside the venue: "..."

The deep baritone snorted, "Hmph, interesting."

At this moment, a group of new audience members saw the blue public notice from outside and chose to enter.

“Haha, come and watch the guy who won 13 consecutive games!”

"Hey, from Qingshan Sect, his score is not high, could he be a pure swordsman recommended this year?"

"As expected of the Qingshan Sect, it's very strong!"

"..."

The previous audiences were even more silent, and they even wanted to say to the new audiences: Go away, there are no big guys or swordsmen here, only "bitches".

One minute later...

"If Heaven had not given birth to me, Lin Mo, the sword path would have been as dark as eternity!"

Lin Mo held the Taoist sword in his hand, but put his other hand behind his back and started to make hand gestures.

When the contestant was shocked by the "extremely rampant" declaration, he took action boldly and shot out another thunder.

One minute later...

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 14 consecutive victories. 】

【…】

New audience: ???

Why does this painting style seem a bit off? Where is the sword master?

Why are you still using your magic to attack people behind their backs?!
Old audiences who have watched several shows: Haha, you'll get used to it.

Therefore, in the following ring battles, although the process was not exactly the same, the style was exactly the same.

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

"One secret technique and one sword in my life, I have been carrying the reputation of a madman for eighteen years!"

"The flying swords are so frightening, and I wonder if the customs are spreading rumors!"

"Hahaha, here comes the sword!"

"..."

As more and more shocking words came out of Lin Mo's mouth, some of the audience members opened their mouths slightly, impressed by Lin Mo's amazing talent for poetry.

Some people had indescribable expressions on their faces, while some people simply had contempt written all over their faces...

Lin Mo's winning streak was also accumulating rapidly, and soon he broke through the twenty-game winning streak and was quickly heading towards the thirty-game winning streak.

"This guy is really exaggerating. He's almost won 30 games in a row. He's invincible!"

"Bah! How could such a despicable trick win more than 20 times in a row?"

"Hahaha, Qingshan Sect has found a treasure this time."

"This guy is wearing our sect's Taoist robes. I feel a little embarrassed. Why?"

"Speaking of which, his luck is really good. He has won more than 20 times in a row, and all of them were from ordinary Taoist academies. He didn't encounter any disciples from the Nine Great Taoist academies."

"This luck is really a bit outrageous. It's because I didn't encounter any disciples from the Nine Daoist Academies. Otherwise, how could I have made it all the way here?"

"..."

At this moment, a deep male baritone voice sounded: "Humph, a bunch of short-sighted people!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused dissatisfaction among many people.

"Who? Who's talking?"

Everyone turned around, but didn't see the person who spoke.

When they all turned their heads, the baritone voice sounded again:

"A bunch of useless foundation-building people also want to find me!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt horrified, even Pan Peng felt his hair stand on end.

Could it be that there is another Jindan boss in the audience?
But after a while of silence, the original audience member A seemed to be full of anger and finally couldn't help but said:

"I just don't believe that if he hadn't used such despicable means, he could have achieved so many consecutive victories with only two tier 1 spells!?"

(End of this chapter)