The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Even though Mo Mo really moved to Yuling Villa later, because she devoted herself to cultivation, no one saw her very often even after she moved in.

The days passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the preliminary round of the spiritual cultivation competition held every three years, one month later.

Liang Chuxin was the first to go on stage. She took off the ice silk gloves that she usually used to cover her palms, raised her hands in the air with her five fingers spread out, and suddenly a strong wind blew around them.

Mo Mo was stunned. She realized that there was a big dark purple hole on the palm of Liang Chuxin's gloved hand, and she had never noticed it before.

[Could this practice of hers have an impact on her own body? ]

Freed from the suppression of the gloves and Liang Chuxin's own spiritual power, the hole in her palm spewed out a lot of dark energy and lightning like a huge mouth of the abyss. All of a sudden, the sky became dark.

"Is that all the energy you have?" Her opponent smiled mockingly, carrying a large sword on his shoulder.

After saying this, he quickly ran towards Liang Chuxin.

too fast!

The man who held out the machete crossed his legs and lowered his body, with his back facing Liang Chuxin. The machete stabbed upward at a 45° angle and directly penetrated the right chest of Liang Chuxin who had raised his arm!

"puff--!"

Liang Chuxin spurted blood.

"Liang Chuxin!" Mo Mo called out anxiously.

The man didn't even turn around to look at Liang Chuxin behind him. He exerted force and pulled out the big knife in his hand, then walked straight to the center of the competition stage to accept thunderous applause and cheers!

As he pulled out his sword, Liang Chuxin fell straight back.

Two staff members dragged Liang Chuxin off the stage and gave her first aid on the spot.

Zhao Wenting frowned. He turned to Pei Ming and Yan Mu who were standing straight behind him and asked, "Have the rules of this year's competition changed?"

"Yes, young master, it is the old master's order. The only thing that matters is winning or losing, not life or death."

Like Yan Mu, Zhao Wenting saw Mo Mo's frightened look below the stage, and then rushed to Liang Chuxin who was being rescued. His eyes gradually dimmed...

[Could it be that he has been busy with cultivation recently? After handing over the preparations for the spiritual cultivation competition to Pei Ming, he has not paid much attention to the things here. ]

[Then...will she also be in danger? ]

Mo Mo clenched her hands tightly, which were shaking with pain. She kept looking at Mo Mo with her eyes half closed.

"I'm here, I'm here... You must not fall asleep, do you hear me? It won't hurt soon, don't sleep..." Mo Mo felt her nose sour, and the hand holding her was covered in blood.

Bright red blood was everywhere, on clothes, on the ground, around ears...

The doctors tried hard to stop her bleeding.

"Now, we have to take her to the operating room." After a simple bandage, the doctor looked up at Mo Mo and said.

"Then I'll go too!" Mo Mo reached out to wipe the tears from her face and said without thinking.

"No...No..." Liang Chuxin used her still trembling hands to exert force. As she spoke, traces of blood mixed with saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth, and her teeth were all red. "You...have tried so hard for so long, stay......"

Mo Mo stood there in a daze!

"There's no time, let's go to Emergency Room No. 1!" She couldn't care less about anything else. Saving lives is a doctor's duty. She didn't wait for the two girls to finish their words and directly ordered the medical team to push the bed quickly towards the operating room.

Liang Chuxin left, leaving streaks of blood on the road.

Mo Mo stood there, feeling as if he was the one who was injured and was about to faint from the pain.

"Mo Mo, go and get ready. I'll go take care of Chu Xin!" Ouyang Xiaoming pulled her sleeve and said anxiously.

Mo Mo turned around and looked at him without saying anything. Then he just watched Ouyang Xiaoming leave in the same direction.

"boom--!"

Another contestant on the stage was kicked away by the man carrying the big knife. There were several blood marks on his body, and it seemed that he was also seriously injured.

There was a chaotic noise from the audience, and the crowd watching the game felt both terrified and excited.

"Ding-dong--!"

The phone in my pocket beeped with a message.

Mo Mo opened her phone and saw a list of opponent data that Ouyang Xiaoming had compiled for the man on the stage. After reading the information, Mo Mo slowly typed the words "Thank you".

Mo Mo broke through his original expectation of "stopping as long as he passed the preliminary selection of the Spiritual Cultivation Conference" and finally waited for the opportunity to confront this big brother face to face.

Before the other party could draw his knife, she threw a dagger first and pierced the man's right arm, which was used to hold the knife.

The man groaned in pain, glared at Mo Mo fiercely and said, "Girl! It's just a small wound! It's not enough to hurt me." After saying that, the man immediately pulled out the dagger from his right arm with his left hand.

He flew towards Mo Mo at an extremely fast speed, carrying a big knife.

Mo Mo dodged quickly.

[Such a fast speed, even the Bagua Step can't resist for long! 】

Seeing Mo Mo running around the competition field flexibly, the man sneered. He changed the hand holding the big knife to his left hand, stopped at the northernmost part of the competition field, looked at the figure that could only be seen as a double image, narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be trying to aim.

"Swish——!" Mo Mo was stunned!

She just felt something cold rushing into her back, a feeling she seemed to have experienced before.

However, soon, that thing was violently pulled out of her body!

Mo Mo gritted his teeth and then felt the piercing pain coming from his back.

"Hahaha! Go ahead and hide! Just keep hiding!" The man seemed to be doing it on purpose. This time he did not defeat Mo Mo with one sword like he did with other opponents. Instead, because of the wound from the dagger, he wanted to torture her.

"Plop!" Mo Mo fell to her knees. The tip of the big knife had just pierced into her back, and seemed to have injured her bones and muscles.

The man smiled grimly, using his spiritual power to hold the big knife suspended, and stabbed Mo Mo's back several times with the sharp tip of the knife.

"Well--!"

Mo Mo screamed in agony. The excruciating pain spread from her back to her entire body. Her teeth were chattering in agony.

"Momo!"

Yan Mu, who was standing behind Zhao Wenting in the audience, frowned!

"Yan Mu! This is a spiritual cultivation competition! Don't worry, she might be seriously injured, but her life won't be taken away!" At least, it won't be during the competition, but whether she can be rescued is another matter.

Pei Ming grabbed the anxious Yan Mu and reminded him not to act rashly.

Pei Ming looked at him doubtfully, as if to say, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? That's my sister!"

Zhao Wenting, who was sitting in the VIP viewing area, placed his hands on his knees, clenched his fists, and stared at the competition stage with an increasingly anxious look.

[It’s almost there! Just bear with it a little longer! ]

Mo Mo knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, and endured the piercing pain in his body.

"puff--!"

What no one present expected was that the man who had won every battle and was called the 'Invincible General' by the supernatural police actually vomited blood!

He fell to the ground, scratching his face and body with his hands, his voice wailing in pain and gradually turning into a pool of blood.

Quiet.

The place was eerily quiet.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe!

"Spiritual Cultivation Competition Preliminary Round - 43rd Competition, Mo Mo wins!"

It was not until the referee announced that she had won that everyone came back to their senses.

Everyone watched the girl on the stage slowly stand up.

Mo Mo turned his head and looked at the pool of blood and bones on the ground, and the coldness at the corners of his lips gradually turned into a mocking sneer.

The on-site camera captured her expression and reaction at every moment, and projected it realistically on the big screen.

Everyone realized then: She is the apprentice of the famous pharmacist Zhang Yiqian! She must have done something to the short knife at the beginning. Thinking of this, everyone felt a chill down their spine...

She stood up and staggered down the arena.

It seemed as if a gust of wind could blow down this broken girl.

Yan Mu and Zhao Wenting couldn't help but come down the stage and come to her side.

"Are you ok?"

Looking at her dazed eyes, Zhao Wenting's worry was obvious.

"I'm fine." Mo Mo's weak voice rang in his ears, and he staggered past him.

Finally, she held on to the last bit of consciousness and fell into Yan Mu's arms.

"Doctor! Doctor!!!" Yan Mu looked around in astonishment and shouted for a doctor to come and rescue him.

The hand that Zhao Wenting stretched out to help her remained in mid-air. He stood there, lowering his eyelashes, hiding the complex emotions in his eyes.

[Was she just... deliberately distancing herself from me? ]