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

Chapter 125: Fifty consecutive victories! The importance of monk titles! (Subscribe))

If someone outputs, others will naturally follow.

"Yes, besides his perfect thunder technique, what else is there to praise about Lin Mo?"

"To put it bluntly, it's because he didn't meet me, otherwise I would have taught him a lesson with my 2nd-level mid-grade spell."

"Oh, I'm just lucky. There aren't many people who are even at the second level of foundation building. I think I can do it."

"..."

Hearing these people's rebuttal, the baritone snorted coldly:
"If this is all you see, then it's no wonder that you are all still at the novice stage."

The noise at the scene suddenly fell silent. Even Pan Peng subconsciously held his breath and guessed secretly in his heart.

Combined with what was said before, could it be that he is a big shot above the level of [Rookie]?

If that's the case, then he is basically a Jindan boss without a doubt.

The baritone didn't seem to want to overpower others, and continued:

"You only saw Lin Mo killing people with thunder and swordsmanship, but you didn't notice the profound first-grade superior physical skill."

"Besides, who told you that tier 1 spells are definitely inferior to tier 2 spells? Which sect are you from? Why are you so superficial?"

The passerby A said in a tone of dissatisfaction: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" The baritone sneered, "In terms of paper spell damage, the bonus of a tier 1 spell is not as good as a tier 2 spell, but it also depends on who is using it."

"For example, if a person at the first level of foundation building uses a 2nd-level spell, and a person at the seventh level of foundation building uses a 1st-level spell, who will win?"

Passerby A pursed his lips and said, "Lin Mo is only a cultivator at the first level of foundation building, and his opponents are also at the first or second level, with cultivation levels higher than his, not lower. How can we make such an analogy?"

The baritone said, "Idiot."

Passerby A blushed, and then heard the other party speak again:

"Lin Mo is a recommended student of Qingshan Sect. He practices immortal-grade foundation-building Taoism and builds a post-natal Taoist body. The damage of the five-element spells he casts is naturally higher than that of cultivators of the same level."

"These opponents are just ordinary disciples of the Taoist academy. The best foundation-building method they have is at best a top-grade one. Not to mention compared with Lin Mo, even compared with the ordinary disciples of the nine Taoist academies, they are far behind."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that we are crushed."

Whether it was passers-by or other audiences, they were all convinced by the other party's theory.

This is something that everyone knows. There is a small group of geniuses who can quickly come to the fore even if they have just entered the spiritual world.

He killed everyone in the sword-fighting arena and even rushed all the way into the Liangyu List.

Chu Wange a week ago, and Chen Xuanzhi and Feng Ji yesterday... fighting against each other across levels was as easy as drinking water and eating.

If Lin Mo is the genius of this year's Immortal List, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he has a solid foundation in Taoism and outstanding combat power.

After a moment of silence, Pan Peng in the crowd suddenly spoke up:

"I understand the reasoning. I just want to know how he has such good luck after almost 30 rounds. He didn't even run into any disciples from the Nine Daoist Academies once!"

baritone:"……"

No one can answer this question.

The matching mechanism of the Sword Arena should be random at a certain level.

Moreover, the more consecutive wins you have, the easier it is to be matched with an opponent with a similarly high win rate, and such an opponent usually means strong strength.

It just so happens that the opponents Lin Mo encountered were not weaker than the other, but their strength was average, and there were no "strong enemies".

The luck is indeed ridiculous.

Just as everyone was complaining, a voice suddenly came into their ears again:

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

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 30 consecutive victories. 】

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo...]

As the three public notices were displayed at the stone tablet, more and more people began to pour into the auditorium, from dozens to hundreds, and then to two or three hundred people...

"Here we go, where is the guy with 30 consecutive wins?"

"Damn, he's so handsome!"

"..."

Old viewers: Why does this scene feel so familiar?
After a few games...

"No, what is this? Just like that, you won more than 30 consecutive victories?"

"Is this how the big guys gain points? I don't understand why!"

"Isn't this guy the son of luck?"

"Haha, the son of luck doesn't care about this. I've never heard of the son of luck rolling the dice and getting a leopard every time."

"..."

In this way, Lin Mo's incomprehensible "luck" continued.

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 31 consecutive victories. 】

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 35 consecutive victories. 】

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 41 consecutive victories. 】

【…】

By the end, the audience in the auditorium had gradually gone from shock to silence, and then to numbness.

Each time the opponent's score was within 500 points, and there was not a single disciple from the Nine Taoist academies.

The routine was the same every time. Lin Mo pretended to be a swordsman and rushed forward with a sword. The contestant was shocked, and then he successfully "stole the chicken"...

Just when everyone thought that this situation would continue, with a flash of talismanic light on the ring, a blue Taoist robe appeared in everyone's sight.

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent Feng Ji, rank: Newcomer (810 points)]

Many people were stunned at first, and then suddenly reacted.

"He's from the Netherworld Ghost Sect! And he's an outer disciple!"

"Finally, finally a tough guy has arrived!"

"Damn it, I finally got what I was waiting for!"

"..."

Many viewers felt that their thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

The Netherworld Ghost Sect, and the area on the chest is not filled with three lines, but instead has a soul-calling banner embroidered on it.

It is obvious that this is a cultivator who has obtained the title of [Ghost Cultivator].

As we all know, the strength of a cultivator who has obtained a professional title during the foundation-building period and a cultivator who does not have a professional title are completely at two levels.

What's more, these are disciples from the nine major Taoist academies.

His strength is definitely much stronger than the dozens of previous contestants.

"Huh!? Why does this person look familiar?"

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this so-and-so?"

"..."

Someone was anxious for a long time, but couldn't remember the other person's name. Suddenly, someone noticed the name that was just announced:
"Feng Ji? Isn't this the one who was at the bottom of the Liangyu Ranking yesterday?"

"It's him! He seems to be a freshman who just ascended to the Immortal Realm not long ago."

"Freshman? A genius on the Immortal Ranking?"

"I know him. He is the third place winner of this year's Immortal Examination, a genius second only to Chu Wange!"

"Hahaha, in this case, Lin Mo is doomed to fail, right?"

"..."

It's no wonder that the audience wanted to see Lin Mo lose. It was mainly because his tactics were too despicable and everyone couldn't stand it. But at this moment, Lin Mo on the field suddenly said, "Brother Feng?"

After seeing Lin Mo on the stage, Feng Ji was slightly stunned: "Brother Lin?"

The cheering audience was stunned: Why does it feel like something is not right?

Lin Mo smiled and said, "It took some time. I just came up yesterday, so I'm still a bit behind you guys."

Feng Ji seemed to have thought of something, shook his head and said:

"Regarding Brother Lin's matter, I received news from Senior Brother Li this morning and I already know roughly what happened."

"Brother Lin sacrificed his own progress and made such a huge contribution to the mortal world cultivators. I am really ashamed of myself."

Well, I didn’t really think that much at the time…

Lin Mo waved his hands and said modestly: "Hey, they are all small things, not worth mentioning..."

"How can this be a small matter!" Feng Ji said seriously:

"If Brother Lin's method is indeed feasible as Senior Brother Li said, I don't know how many Qigong practitioners will survive the thunderstorm in the future. This is all thanks to Brother Lin!"

After saying this, he looked at the blue mark of [49 consecutive wins] above Lin Mo's head in surprise and said:
"He just ascended yesterday, and today he has won 49 consecutive victories. Brother Lin is still as talented as ever!"

Lin Mo also noticed the mark on his chest and said with a smile:

"You've made pretty fast progress. It's been less than two weeks and you've already become my disciple. Yesterday I heard a tip that you were on the list."

Feng Ji smiled bitterly:
"Compared to that person, Brother Chen and I are still far behind. It was not until we entered the sect that we realized the gap between us and her."

Lin Mo naturally knew who the "she" the other party was referring to.

Chu Wange's progress was indeed despairing.

Not only did he ascend earlier than anyone else, but after his ascension he continued to rise up the Liang Yu List, even making it into the top 500.

That was a list that included the geniuses who had passed the immortal examinations from the thirty sects of Qinzhou for almost a dozen years. Her ranking changed almost every day. Even geniuses of the level of Chen Xuanzhi and Feng Ji felt despair.

Feng Ji sighed: "Brother Chen and I should have no hope. Only Brother Lin has a chance to catch up with Fellow Daoist Chu."

Lin Mo recalled the other party's talent that was not like cheating but more like cheating, and wanted to say: That's not necessarily true...

In fact, the countdown for the battle preparation has ended, but the two of them were chatting happily, as if they didn't take the game seriously at all. Instead, they used the ring as an occasion to reminisce about the past.

This made the audience in the stands very anxious.

"Go ahead and fight!"

"No buddy, are you really here to chat?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

"..."

As Feng Ji was chatting, he seemed to finally remember that they were still on the ring, so he asked curiously:
"Brother Lin, are you trying to get on the list?"

This really stumped Lin Mo. When he first entered the Sword Arena, he really just wanted to complete the novice mission and take a look at what the Sword Arena looked like.

Who would have thought that there would be rewards for winning streak?

He won 49 consecutive victories in just one afternoon and earned 390 low-grade spirit stones.

Who says you can only make money by being on the Liangyu list?

It’s obvious that the Sword Arena is the one with huge profits!
If I tell the other party that I just came to take a look, but didn't expect the opponent to be so weak that I was obsessed with it for the whole afternoon, wouldn't that be a bit pretentious?
Lin Mo pondered in his heart for a while, and finally nodded and said, "I guess so."

Feng Ji had a look of astonishment on his face, and then he smiled and said, "In that case, I wish Brother Lin to reach the [Nameless] level soon. I'll take my leave now..."

"You want to leave? No, you want to give up?" Lin Mo asked in surprise, "Didn't you always want to practice with me?"

He still remembered that after the melee, Feng Ji had been challenging him to a fight. Why did he suddenly change his mind?

Feng Ji shook his head and said:
"Even if we want to duel, we have to wait until Brother Lin is officially confirmed as a monk. It would be unfair to compete with Brother Lin now."

You only ascended less than two weeks earlier. Is the gap so big just because you confirmed your monk profession?

Lin Mo frowned slightly. In fact, he didn't have a very clear understanding of the matter of professional cultivators.

Feng Ji also saw his doubts and said seriously:
"Brother Lin, the sooner you confirm your profession as a cultivator, the better. Otherwise, it will be difficult to get into the [Nameless] rank or the Liangyu Ranking, and..."

"I'm not bragging. Brother Lin right now is no match for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a spirit-calling banner from somewhere, and the scene was suddenly filled with a chilling wind, making people shudder.

As cold auras gathered in the arena, a hideous ghost appeared on the stage.

From a distance, its shape looked blurry, as if made of smoke and shadows, with two sharp claws extending from it.

"Is this the ghost of the ghost cultivator?"

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the ghost. The latter's aura was amazing enough and was not weaker than that of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Brother Lin, if we attack together, do you have the confidence that you can defeat us?"

That may not be the case... Lin Mo raised his eyebrows and was about to say that he could give it a try, but he heard the other party speak again:
"What if I hide behind the ghost, just like you hid behind Brother Long, and kept giving you electric shocks?"

Lin Mo's face froze, and the scene described by the other party suddenly appeared in his mind.

His strength is at most on par with Feng Ji's.

If we add in a ghost that can always resist damage, the balance of victory will undoubtedly tilt towards the other side.

Moreover, the other party basically knows his moves and trump cards. When the two sides fight, he can show his cards, but the other party's current strength is a mystery...

Feng Ji smiled and said, "So, let's wait for Brother Lin to confirm the title, and then we can have another fight!"

Lin Mo gave the other party the nice guy card: "You are such a nice person."

Feng Ji didn't care, he just bowed and said:

"Then I wish Brother Lin to complete his apprenticeship as soon as possible, and we will fight again in the future!"

Audience in the stands: Marula.

Lin Mo bowed to Feng Ji, and then saw that the other party chose to give up and turned into white light and left the ring.

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

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 50 consecutive victories. 】

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo...]

The announcement in flashing purple font was broadcast five times in a row on the stone tablet, attracting the attention of countless people.

Not only that, this message was also pinned above the message on the stone tablet.

Anyone who enters the Sword Discourse Arena today will be able to see this message.

"Fifty consecutive victories? Another big boss has arrived from Qingshan Sect? Let's go check it out!"

"..."

History is always strikingly similar.

When the old audiences saw the large number of new audiences coming in, they no longer felt any excitement and didn't even want to complain.

It's a game that's clearly a "losing" game, but you can still win it! ?

"I just don't believe it. Can he continue to be so lucky?"

"That's right, is it possible that he knows everyone in the nine academies?"

"Luck will eventually run out!"

"..."

The audience spoke one after another, as if they had made up their minds to see Lin Mo end his winning streak today.

But at this moment, Lin Mo looked at the time, then looked at the gains in his pocket, and seemed very satisfied and chose to stop matching directly.

Then he turned into a talisman light and left the arena, leaving the audience staring at each other in silence for a long time...

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