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Chapter 129 If Heaven had not given birth to me, Yan Nanfeng, the sword path would have been like a long night forever! (Subscribe)

after an hour……

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

[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning his 60th consecutive victory. 】

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"It's incredible! There isn't even a single disciple from the Nine Daoist academies!"

The audience in the stands were once again shocked by Lin Mo's luck.

In the ten competitions, all the contestants were disciples from ordinary Taoist academies!

There were even passers-by in the stands who curiously asked the Qingshan Sect's errand disciple next to them:
"Are the working and sleeping habits of the Nine Daoyuans so healthy? Going to bed before eight o'clock in the evening?"

The errand disciples of Qingshan Sect: "..."

How would they know what was going on?

Although the number of disciples in the nine major academies is small, not all of them died.

Including yesterday's, Lin Mo only matched with one disciple from the Ninth Dao Academy in sixty games, and he even admitted defeat voluntarily. This is outrageous.

However, Lin Mo on the ring didn't seem to think so.

Watching the white light disappearing once again in the ring, he rubbed his swollen arms and muttered in his heart:
"Why do I feel that today's opponent is stronger than yesterday's?"

Lin Mo looked at the score on his panel——

[Newcomer (600 points, winning streak)]

"It seems that as your score increases, the strength of your opponents will also increase."

He thought to himself.

If the audience heard this, they would definitely complain.

If I have to say, before 300 points, there is a high probability of matching with the first level of foundation building; before 700 points, there is a high probability of corresponding to the second level of foundation building.

The opponent that Lin Mo was matched with seemed to be one that he often matched with at this level.

But judging from his winning streak, all of the players he matched with should be at the second level of foundation building, and there should even be quite a few at the third level of foundation building.

Apart from that, occasionally two or three disciples of the same level from the Ninth Dao Academy would appear, and it would not be surprising at all if two geniuses popped up.

In other words, the opponent Lin Mo was matched with was so normal that it was a little abnormal.

But then again...

That little trick is really useful, especially when facing an opponent in the early stages of foundation building. Most people have a natural fear of sword cultivators.

If you use this skillfully, you can achieve unexpected results.

Lin Mo relied on this unique trick to defeat dozens of people, which proved this point.

When everyone was still enjoying the show, Lin Mo, who had won ten consecutive victories, chose to withdraw from the arena. The audience in the stands were silent for a while.

Suddenly, someone bowed and said, "Haha, everyone, see you again if we are lucky!"

"Haha, the 'masters' have all left, so I'll slip away too."

"See you tomorrow!"

"..."

Everyone in the stands bowed and said goodbye to each other, but the next moment...

"Eh? Why are you here too?"

Many of the errand disciples who were just in Lin Mo's audience seats turned around and met him on the sword-fighting arena.

They looked at each other in silence for a long time.

……

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For several days in a row, Lin Mo followed the route of cave-purple bamboo forest-novice mission-sword arena.

Just to complete the novice mission quickly and accept the master-disciple mission, the time for the sword-fighting arena was scheduled to the last minute every day.

In addition, the strength of the opponents he encountered gradually increased, so Lin Mo's number of consecutive wins became less and less.

Just because he won less doesn’t mean others won less.

What even Lin Mo himself didn't know was that the Qingshan Sect's miscellaneous disciples who watched the game the next day began to imitate him, memorizing his lines and movements, and then copying his example...

The menial disciples were surprised to find that although they could not be as lucky as Lin Mo and be matched with weaker opponents every time, their final winning rate actually increased!
Even though most of the time, you can't achieve more than ten consecutive wins and get the winning streak reward, but it is also a great thing to be able to rush to settle the rewards at the end of the season leaderboard.

Their imitation quickly spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, in the Qingshan Sect, where the number of foundation-building disciples was already small.

Gradually, an evil trend of imitating "sword cultivators" began to emerge in the Qingshan Sect.

With the rise of the track imitating sword cultivation, Lin Mo's "golden words and sentences" have been spread more widely.

The spread of the news was not limited to the lower-level menial disciples and outer disciples, but even the inner disciples and high-level officials of Qingshan Sect were vaguely aware of Lin Mo's "masterpiece"...

Qingshan Sect, Ling Jianfeng's side hall attic.

"The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword freezes fourteen states..."

Yan Nanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the poem in his hand and memorized it, then slammed it heavily on the table and snorted coldly:
"You little brat, you are so arrogant!"

The eyes of Senior Brother Feng in front of him flickered slightly, and there was a hint of surprise and shock in the depths of his eyes.

Just one short line of poetry paints a magnificent picture.

With one sword, he shocked the whole world and convinced countless heroes.

Such a majestic momentum and extraordinary influence make people feel awe and yearning.

But when Senior Brother Feng thought that the person who said this was Lin Mo, he suddenly felt a little awkward.

If he remembered correctly, Lin Mo was not only not a pure swordsman, he was not even a sword servant.

And if nothing unexpected happens, he should be an alchemy practitioner in the future.

A Dan cultivator recited such a poem...

Senior Brother Feng was silent for a moment.

Yan Nanfeng, who was sitting at the table, sighed and said:
"At the time, I thought that seeking his help might not be a good thing. I didn't expect that this guy could cause more trouble than I thought. He made the sect a mess in just a few days of joining the sect!"

Senior Brother Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "Not really. At most, it will only affect the menial disciples."

What he said was indeed true. Imitating sword cultivators was only useful for those in the early stages of foundation building.

As long as one is promoted to the middle or late stage of foundation building, even if one is still unable to fight against a sword cultivator of the same level with unmatched killing power, at least one will have a clear judgment on sword cultivators and have a certain amount of experience.

This trick of disguising oneself as a swordsman might be fine for fooling those who have little experience in the sword-fighting arena, but it would be a bit absurd to fool veterans.

"Even so, it's still a crooked way!"

Yan Nanfeng frowned and said, "And if this continues, how will other sects view our sword cultivators?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Senior Brother Feng interrupted him:

"It doesn't matter. I heard that the menial disciples from other sects have also started to imitate this move. I believe it won't be long before this move becomes useless."

Yan Nanfeng: “…”

Yan Nanfeng naturally understood this principle. This "stealing chicken" trick should not be used frequently. Once more people learn it, more and more people will know it.

Over time, people will no longer be fooled.

Yan Nanfeng's face froze for a moment, and he said, "Why do you keep speaking for him?"

Senior Brother Feng said: "He... is very good."

Yan Nanfeng's eyes flashed with surprise: "Haha, Feng'er also knows how to praise people?"

"Not bad, it's not bad, I'm not praising you." Senior Brother Feng shook his head.

Yan Nanfeng showed a smile:
"So, Lin Mo has a chance to become the next disciple after you to achieve 100 consecutive kills on the sword arena?"

According to the news reported, Lin Mo has gradually accumulated more than 70 consecutive wins from the initial 50 wins, and is approaching the 80-game winning streak.

Even recently, there were many posts on the Qingshan Sect forum, which had heated discussions about Lin Mo's ability to achieve the Hundred Consecutive Kills achievement.

Quite a number of people believe that Lin Mo has a chance.

But Senior Brother Feng shook his head again and said, "Junior Sister Chu has a chance, but Lin Mo doesn't."

Yan Nanfeng was not surprised to hear his answer:
"I've seen this kid's battle videos. His lightning and top-grade fire skills are pretty good. His strange fire plus his acquired Taoist body are also pretty good. He even has pretty good luck, but it's a pity..."

He paused and said:
"Even the two geniuses from the Sky-Bearing Palace and the Nether Ghost Sect this year were stuck at the threshold of 80 wins, let alone him?"

The Sword Arena is not as simple as it appears, it will become more difficult as you progress.

Feng Ji was stuck at 82 wins and was defeated by a Taoist temple prodigy who was at the fourth level of foundation building.

Chen Xuanzhi was stuck at 84 wins and just happened to be defeated by Chu Wange.

If these two were placed in the past ten immortal lists, they would definitely be among the top geniuses, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they have the potential to be the top scorer.

Even so, they couldn't even make it through the 90-game winning streak, let alone a hundred consecutive wins.

Lin Mo might be able to win dozens of games in a row with the advantages he accumulated during the Qi training period, but the most difficult ones would be in the last twenty games.

Before their defeat, Chen Xuanzhi and Feng Ji had already obtained the title of cultivator, and both of them were combat-oriented magic cultivators.

But Lin Mo is different. He will most likely become an alchemy practitioner.

It's not that alchemy practitioners have no fighting power. If they are good at practicing fire magic, they can have explosive output on the sword arena or in the secret realm.

However, traditional alchemists focus more on refining medicine and elixirs than fighting. Even when they are on a large battlefield, they mostly play a role in logistics and support.

Therefore, even Chen Xuanzhi and Feng Ji, who have changed their careers to become professional cultivators, cannot do it, let alone Lin Mo, who will be an alchemy cultivator in the future?
If you want to know who has a chance this year...

"You're right. Chu Wange is indeed very likely to achieve the Hundred Consecutive Kills achievement. If I remember correctly, she had already won ninety consecutive kills before she went to sharpen her sword, right?"

Yan Nanfeng said so.

Senior Brother Feng nodded: "It just happened to be the 90th consecutive victory."

Yan Nanfeng laughed loudly twice, and spoke of Chu Wange as if he were talking about some rare treasure, his eyes sparkling with light:
"This time our Sword Academy, no, it should be said that our Qingshan Sect really picked up a treasure."

"A natal flying sword, but it has three natal entries. Tsk tsk, this talent is not only hard to come by in ten years, but also hard to come by in a hundred or two hundred years!"

Senior Brother Feng also nodded: "After Junior Sister Chu finishes sharpening her sword, she should be able to successfully win the 100th consecutive victory."

“Humph, more than that!” Yan Nanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, “According to her progress, she may have a chance to compete for the top spot on the Liangyu Ranking within three years.”

Having said this, he looked at Senior Brother Feng and said, "You, Senior Brother, must also intensify your sword practice, and don't let Junior Sister overtake you."

When Senior Brother Feng heard this, there was no jealousy or envy on his face. He just said "hmm" in a flat tone and said nothing more.

Whether Chu Wange is there or not, he will practice sword.

Since I got started, I have never stopped for a single day.

The reason is very simple: he is a sword cultivator. If we have to add another reason, it is: he is a sword cultivator from the Qingshan Sect.

Yan Nanfeng was also very confident in his cultivation. Ever since Feng Geng entered the sect, both his cultivation progress and aptitude had been among the best among the sect's disciples.

He hardly ever had to worry about this aspect; the only thing he needed to pay attention to was his slightly low emotional intelligence.

But this may not be a bad thing for sword practitioners.

Yan Nanfeng did not continue the topic, waved his hand and said: "Okay, you can go down if you are fine."

Feng Geng raised his hand to salute, then left the top floor attic of the side hall.

After he left, the attic fell into a brief silence.

Yan Nanfeng paused for a moment, then slowly stood up and walked to the railing of the attic. He looked towards the endless green hills and white clouds in the distance, leaned over the railing and said loudly:
"If Heaven had not given birth to me, Yan Nanfeng, the sword path would have been as dark as eternity... Hehe, it does have some spirit."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden "creak" sound from behind, and the floor was stepped on with a slight sound.

Yan Nanfeng turned his head suddenly and saw Feng Geng, who had returned to the attic at some point, looking at him with an awkward expression. After a moment of silence, he asked:

"Teacher, you haven't told me how to deal with Lin Mo."

Yan Nanfeng's face turned red, and then a trace of anger flashed across his expression, and he said:

"I hereby order that no Qingshan Sect disciple shall pretend to be a sword practitioner in the sword arena from now on. Otherwise, you will be fined five, no, ten low-grade spirit stones in the Law Enforcement Hall!"

Feng Geng nodded, but his eyes remained on the poetry excerpt on the table.

Yan Nanfeng's face darkened: "Get out of here!"

Before he could completely lose his temper, Feng Geng quickly summoned his natal flying sword and flew straight out from the top of the attic...

(End of this chapter)