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Chapter 128 Qingshan Sect Lin Mo, asks the girl for a sword! (Subscribe)

【The purple bamboo snake has been killed.】

【The purple bamboo snake has been killed.】

【…】

An hour and a half later...

Lin Mo used the Sheng Yang Gong to quickly fly through the woods, clearing away all the materials on the ground.

The errand disciples outside the Purple Bamboo Forest obeyed the rules and did not enter without permission to loot materials, but their expressions were somewhat filled with indignation.

"This guy is so strong, can't he go to a higher level training area, or go outside the sect?"

"Yeah, a three-line guy, do you have to come and grab something from a one-line guy?"

"Although, it seems that he has only been learning for more than two days..."

"Damn, these recommended students!"

"How many more days will he continue to rob? Don't come tomorrow, or you won't be able to pay back your Xianxue loan for this month."

"Who says it's not true? I rely on these materials and tasks to survive every month."

"..."

However, their discussions did not affect Lin Mo's actions.

Soon, another full bag of materials was put into the bag.

"That's about six sets, right?"

Lin Mo carefully counted the materials in the bag and found that there were more than yesterday.

"It's good to come early."

He lifted his bag with satisfaction and left the desolate bamboo forest. When passing the teleportation array outside the bamboo forest, he saw the row of menial disciples outside who looked like resentful women.

Lin Mo bowed to them and said with a smile: "Thank you, brothers, for your modesty!"

This guy is taking advantage of others and still acting like a good kid!
Everyone glared angrily.

Lin Mo waved his hand, turned around gracefully, and stepped into the teleportation array.

The action was so fast that many people didn't even react.

Because he was afraid that if he waited any longer, these people would rush up and beat him up.

"Haha, you are indeed the 'Sword Cultivator' Lin Mo!"

Someone said through gritting his teeth.

"He's a 'sword cultivator'? I can't really tell. He looks more like a magic cultivator."

"You weren't on the forum yesterday?! The video of this guy's 50-game winning streak yesterday went viral on the forum."

"Hi~Fifty consecutive wins? That's a bit impressive."

"Emm... Have you ever thought that the sword of this 'sword cultivator' might be the sword of a bitch?"

"This guy is running so fast, is he going to the sword arena?!"

"It's possible. Anyway, all the leveling points have been cleared today. Let's go to the sword arena to block the fight. No, let's watch the fight."

"..."

As one person raised his arms and shouted, many followed him into the teleportation array and rushed to the sword-fighting arena to surround Lin Mo.

However, what these people did not expect was that Lin Mo, who had left the Purple Bamboo Forest, did not immediately go to the Sword Discourse Arena, but continued to complete novice tasks within the sect.

This caused many people who arrived at the sword-fighting arena early to have their wishes dashed.

It was not until three quarters past the twilight hour that the sunset glowed on the Sword Discourse Arena. Lin Mo then appeared at the top of the Sword Discourse Peak at a leisurely pace.

The moment he appeared, many Qingshan Sect disciples who were waiting nearby stood up.

"Here he comes, here he comes!"

Someone pointed at Lin Mo who was climbing up the mountain path and shouted loudly.

"Who? Who's coming?"

Someone looked at the excited crowd in confusion, and then glanced at the man in a blue shirt on the mountain path who looked no different from the others.

"It's 'Sword Cultivator' Lin Mo! He's here!"

Those who visited the forum last night also knew about Lin Mo's existence.

There were also some who had heard of it for the first time and turned around to look curiously, wondering when did a pure swordsman appear in the sect?
For a moment, the Qingshan Sect disciples who were originally heading to the sword-discussing arena all looked on.

Lin Mo, who had just climbed the mountain, was shocked: "So many people?"

When I looked up, there were at least a hundred people there.

Although the number of spectators at the sword-fighting arena was much smaller than yesterday, the number of students admitted to Qingshan Sect each year was only about a hundred.

The number of new disciples in the tenth class was just over a thousand.

One-tenth of the ten sessions came at one time, which is indeed not a small number.

Shan Ersan, who had just received the notice and rushed over, whispered to Lin Mo:
"Junior Brother Lin, now you are famous in the sect."

It doesn’t matter if this kind of “name” is not known… Lin Mo recalled the popular post he saw on the sect forum in the morning. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t say anything in the end.

Shan Ersan patted his shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Lin, see you on the sword fighting stage."

After saying that, he lit up the substitute talisman in his hand and walked directly into the sword-fighting arena, fearing that if he walked too slowly he would be recognized as being in the same group with Lin Mo.

Lin Mo: “…”

People’s hearts are no longer the same as they used to be…

He sighed, activated the substitute talisman in his hand, and entered the sword-fighting arena.

"He's going in, follow him!"

Following a loud shout, the disciples who had been waiting near the sword-fighting arena for most of the day also used their substitute talismans and entered the arena.

……

In a world like an ink painting, Lin Mo hovered in the God's perspective. This time, the prompt that appeared on the interface was slightly different:
[Ding! Spectator mode or defender mode? ]

Yesterday's prompt was [Challenge Mode], and today it has been changed to [Defense Mode].

Does this mean I'm a homeowner?

Lin Mo manipulated the interface and indeed found the sword-fighting room he had entered yesterday.

He tried swiping twice and found that he could adjust the room settings. Not only could he choose the defending mode to be [free-for-all], [one-on-one fight], or [one-on-many], he could also limit the number of spectators and the range.

Generally speaking, the defending champion has certain powers, but it does not affect the fairness of the game.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Mo adjusted the number of spectators to [limited to 100 people].

It's hard to deceive people who know more...

He said this secretly in his heart, then chose to enter the [Defending Mode] and was successfully teleported to the sword-fighting arena where he took place yesterday.

The audience who had been waiting in the arena from a bird's eye view, after seeing Lin Mo, who had joined their follow-up, enter the sword-fighting mode, all wanted to click on his profile picture to enter.

If you are quick, it will take only one second to enter.

Those who were a little slower received a prompt box denying entry:
[Ding! The number of spectators is full, and you cannot enter the room. ]

"Damn, they actually set a number of people!"

Many people were dumbfounded when they saw the restriction notice.

Only a handful of spectators were able to enter Lin Mo's sword-fighting room first.

Apart from a small number of outer sect disciples, there were more Qingshan Sect disciples in the room.

Among them were Pan Peng, who had watched Lin Mo fight yesterday, Dan Ersan, who had made a special appointment with Lin Mo today, and some menial disciples who had been waiting at the sword-discussing arena since they came out of the Purple Bamboo Forest in the morning.

The number of Qingshan Sect's disciples was slightly greater than yesterday, accounting for about 70 to 80 percent of the total in the room.

After entering the venue, Lin Mo did not start matching directly like he did yesterday. Instead, he waved towards the stands, as if he was greeting his fans.

“Does this guy think he’s at a concert?”

Someone was speechless.

As soon as these words came out, I saw Lin Mo had entered the matching mode.

The audience snorted coldly when they saw his actions.

"I want to see if his luck today is as good as yesterday!"

"Yesterday I was matched with a disciple from one of the Nine Great Daoist Academies, with a probability of one in fifty! Will it be the same today?"

"..."

The rank when you first enter the arena is that of a newcomer to sword fighting, and the matching speed is always very fast.

Before the audience could discuss for a few words, the sword arena had already matched its opponents—

[Matched opponent Lu Xiaoqin, rank: Newcomer (420 points)]

A figure with a "duangduang~" special effect appeared in everyone's sight, and a voice rang out on the stage:

"Brother~ Can you please give way to me... Hey? Why are you here again?!"

Lin Mo was stunned at first, then recognized the other person by his size, smiled and waved, "What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence!"

Lu Xiaoqin put her hands on her waist and glared at him, "You were the one who attacked me yesterday. I won't be fooled again today!"

Lin Mo shook his head and said seriously:
"Not today, Qingshan Sect Lin Mo, ask the girl for the sword!"

After saying that, with a "clang" sound, he pulled out a Taoist sword from his waist.

Lu Xiaoqin's face changed and she said, "Are you a swordsman?!"

For newcomers to the sword arena, sword cultivators can be said to be the opponents they least want to encounter.

What's more, the other party was wearing the Taoist robe of Qingshan Sect.

Even if he is just a pseudo swordsman, his killing power far exceeds that of his peers.

Moreover, the mark of [Fifty Consecutive Wins] above Lin Mo's head added a bit of persuasiveness.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaoqin's face turned ugly.

"Damn it, I believe this again!"

An audience member saw her like this and shook his head.

Many disciples in green shirts looked disdainful and were very disdainful of the actions of Lin Mo, the deceitful girl.

"What did I think it was? Turns out they got the points by this means!"

"Tsk! If you have the guts, come forward and do it!"

"..."

However, the contestants on the stage could not hear their voices.

As the countdown ended, Lin Mo rushed forward with his sword, and yesterday's history was repeated today.

Three minutes later...

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

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning his 51st consecutive victory. 】

【…】

As the fifth announcement sounded, Lin Mo, who had just been demoted to the top of the Sword Discourse Arena stone tablet, was pushed back to the top.

At the same time, many viewers noticed the name "Lin Mo".

However, they could not enter the spectator mode by looking at the name, and could only wonder whether this "new name" who had won so many games in a row was another prodigy who had ascended to the Immortal Ranking this year...

However, Lin Mo in the field started the next game very quickly.

Then, it was the same repetitive routine, the same familiar lines...

Watching the winning streak being broadcasted, the audience in the audience went from questioning and despising at first to being silent later...

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded in the quiet audience:
"You guys think... could this also be a 'skill to gain points'?"

When these words were spoken, no one in the audience laughed at them. Instead, more people looked thoughtful, as if they had already thought about the feasibility of this matter.

Pan Peng scratched his head and looked around at the spectators in the audience, especially those menial disciples of Qingshan Sect, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Shan Ersan looked at Lin Mo on the stage with great curiosity, thinking secretly:

Junior Brother Lin’s “acting skills” today are different from those in yesterday’s video. Why can’t I perform well when I follow his performance exactly?
Just as everyone was deep in thought, a deep male baritone voice suddenly rang out:

"Heh, interesting."

(End of this chapter)