Chapter 1001 "Crown Prince"


    The shadows of the square sky covered the sky and the earth, and the ink and water were condensed on it, showing nearly a hundred sword contests in real time, with ups and downs and wonderful things.


    And near the middle of the painting, Mo Hua''s figure finally appeared slowly after a flash of flash.


    In the stands of Shangguan’s family, Yuer immediately discovered the ink painting, and immediately glowed in her eyes and clapped her hands and cheered:


    "Brother Mo! Mo, look!"


    Wen Renwan, wearing a palace outfit and a beautiful appearance, looked at the ink painting on Fang Tian''s painting, wearing a mysterious and black Taixu Sect sword-discussing robe, with bright eyes and calm expressions. He already had a calm demeanor that was calmer than thousands of people before, and showed a gratifying smile.


    At the same time, among the vast exterior monks, there were many pairs of bright or dark eyes, locking in the ink paintings at the same time.


    The emotions revealed in these eyes are different.


    Some expect, some doubt, some are interesting, some are cold and indifferent...


    But at the same time, there are still many monks who cannot recognize who is the ink painting.


    “Who is ink painting?”


    There are five people in Taixu Sect.


    First of all, the big guy Cheng Mo is excluded. Generally speaking, he has developed limbs and a simple mind, so he is definitely not a formation master.


    If there are four left, it is difficult to recognize.


    "That man looked so stinky and rebellious. He looked like a **** who did whatever he wanted in the sect. Is it a Mo Hua?"


    "That''s Tai''ashan''s disciple..."


    "That person looks cold, very impolite, and looks ''genius''..."


    "That''s the sword genius from Chongxu Mountain, Linghu laughs."


    "That''s the boy carrying Lihuo Sword?"


    "Idiot, he has a sword in his arms. Can he be a formation master?"


    "That…"


    Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at the end of the team. The handsome boy with bright eyes and white teeth, eyebrows like the bright moon, and face like the warm sun. It made people feel kind at first glance, like a little shorter boy who was bathed in spring breeze.


    "He is... ink painting?"


    The originally noisy Lundao Mountain was silent for a moment.


    Many people who don’t know Ink Painting look confused.


    "Didn''t it mean it''s very gloomy?"


    "Didn''t you say you''re a playboy?"


    "Who is this young boy with bright eyebrows and bright eyes like stars, and his handsome and sunny eyes are like stars?"


    "Who said he is a pervert? Why do I feel... still a little cute?"


    "A young boy is still a formation genius who is not born?" During the meal, many female disciples and monks, looking at Mo Hua''s beautiful and cute face, had already begun to shine.


    Many male disciples and monks turned black and were very dissatisfied and muttered:


    "Know people but not your heart."


    "Looking cute may also be perverted. People should not behave like appearances, and should not be blinded by the appearance of things."


    "That''s right, the sunny it looks, the more gloomy your heart may be..."


    "What''s more, this is a sword contest, and you can''t look like a meal..."


    "I want to see what kind of ability he, a genius of Taixu Sect formation and the leader of the Qianxuezhou world formation, can dare to participate in the sword contest, discuss martial arts with a group of geniuses, and compete for the sword tactic..."


    …


    Countless monks and countless pairs of eyes stared at the ink painting.


    On the Dao Mountain, the inner mountain.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but shivered.


    He looked around, passing through the square sky-like paintings of the sky through the formation that covered the sky, and could faintly see that the surroundings of Mount Lundao were densely packed with monks, both like ants, all over the mountains and fields, and like sea tides, covering the sky.


    But he couldn''t see it clearly and could not hear what they were saying.


    This is the fifth-grade formation that isolates the audio-visual and avoids the monks watching the ceremony and disturbs the disciples in the inner field.


    At the same time, this is also a kind of formation protection.


    Avoid the audience, there are evil and demon heads, or high-level monks who are crazy and have a bad intention, suddenly rising up and slaughtering geniuses who are fighting for swords.


    After all, the disciples’ cultivation is just foundation building.


    The Qianxuezhou realm is a fifth-grade realm, which can accommodate monks from the feathering and even the Cave Void realm, and they will do their best.


    Once this massacre at or above the feather level breaks out, the genius in the "teenage years" will have no power to fight back and will inevitably suffer tragic deaths and injuries.


    The major families and sects in Qianxuezhou will also have great damage to their foundation.


    There is a large array to be isolated and it is not clear. Mo Hua then withdrew her gaze, focused her attention, and focused on the sword contest in front of her.


    This is his first sword contest.


    The opponent is a small sect with a high ranking among the hundreds of Qianxue Sects, named Qingshuang Sect, and the martial arts inherited by the sect are called "Qingshuang Jue".


    Because it is the preliminary competition of the "yellow" game, the competition system is simple and the winning conditions are easy to understand.


    Just five against five, just win.


    The terrain of the preliminary round is not big, it is just a small mountain.


    The two men walked around for about a few rounds and then the battle was about to break out.


    Cheng Mo took the lead and rushed forward.


    Ouyang Xuan combined the sword and attacked from the flanks, and Situ sword supported him.


    Linghu laughed and activated Chongxu’s sword energy.


    Then, it was gone...


    The battle was over and everyone on the other side fell down.


    From beginning to end, Mo Hua stood there, motionless, and even his hands did not stick out from his sleeve.


    The battle that is about to break out is only a moment.


    On Fang Tian’s painting, the team of ink painting won, the image disappeared, and then after a blur, the picture condensed again and began to broadcast the next sword contest.


    There was a silence between the outside world.


    In less than a moment, there were loud voices and endless discussions.


    "No...this is it over?"


    "Are you wrong?"


    "This is a sword contest, and he doesn''t even move his hands?"


    "It depends entirely on teammates?"


    "There''s no way, the teammates are too strong, he doesn''t even have a chance to take action..."


    "Then you can''t sit and enjoy the success, right? At least you can move your hands, move them, and make a point, even if you put a fireball technique? At least you have a sense of participation, so that we know that he is a sword contest..."


    "It is also possible... it is him who hides it deeply?"


    "Forget it, it''s not like this if you hide it deeply. Look at him like that, his spiritual power is not good, his physical body is not good, and his softness is not good, what can he hide?"


    "He does not have enough spiritual power in the superior Taoist Dharma, and his thin arms and legs are gone if he is close to him. I didn''t expect any ability he could have..."


    "In my opinion, he is here to ''get it''..."


    Many monks had too many expectations before, so they were disappointed at this time.


    On the contrary, those who truly know ink paintings, such as Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and Shangguan Xu, also took it for granted while smiling bitterly.


    This is indeed the style of ink painting.


    If you can do nothing, you will never move a finger.


    However, at such a grand sword competition, so many "big guys" in the Taoist world watched, Mo Hua didn''t even move his fingers, and didn''t show any lightning, which still made them feel a little amused.


    Yuer didn''t care about that much, but cheered happily:


    "Brother Mo is so powerful. If you don''t have to take action, all your opponents will fall down!"


    After experiencing the nightmare of demons, in Yuer''s heart, Mohua is the most powerful, and it is also great to take action, and it is even more powerful not to take action.


    Wen Renwan laughed and couldn''t help but rub Yu''er''s head.


    She also felt a little regretful.


    This is the first sword contest. Under the attention of everyone, she wants to take a look at the ink painting and make a little move, at least "showing the picture".


    But it is safer to keep a low profile if you don’t take action.


    Wen Renwan knew that Mo Hua had different identities, so he guessed that he had some details and was not convenient to expose him, so he was just a little regretful and then felt relieved.


    Anyway, it’s been a long time since the debate is discussed, so there is no rush.


    But in the Daoshan Outside Field, there are still endless controversies about ink paintings.


    Most monks who didn''t know about it still thought Mo Hua was a slut.


    Gu Changhuai, who was on duty, couldn''t help but shake his head as he heard the discussion around him, but he didn''t say anything.


    In the following days, several ink paintings were compared.


    But like the first game, his teammates were fighting all over the world. He put his hands in his sleeves and followed him to "watch the show".


    Over time, the popularity will naturally become worse and worse.


    Especially, there are four major sects and eight major sects to compare other real "geniuses" in comparison.


    All the geniuses of other sects are "leading brothers". Even when facing disciples from Qianxue Baijiao, they will give the most basic respect. They will take the lead and sweep the whole audience with one move, majestic and won the applause.


    Only Mo Hua, the "leader" who follows the "little brother".


    In this way, it is also a "judgment immediately after the superiority and inferiority".


    There are more and more doubts about ink paintings. Every time ink paintings come on stage, a group of people point fingers at him:


    "I can see that this ink painting is just here to make a living, right?"


    "He is not capable, so he just wants to hold the two thighs in the team and make a good ranking?" "I heard that the two people in his team, one of whom was a swordsman who had only produced one for five hundred years after the Xu lineage. The other, although his reputation is not obvious, is said to be the best genius in the Tai''a lineage."


    "The other two are also very strong. They are said to be his ''confidants'' in Taixu Sect."


    "So, the three sects of Taixu Sect are actually the three sects that promote him?"


    "Is this a study with the ''Crown Prince''?"


    "No, it''s a discussion with the ''Crown Prince''."


    “Tsk tsk…”


    "Why does Taixu Sect praise him so much?"


    "Didn''t you say it? He is the illegitimate son of the head of Taixu when he is accused of swordsmanship."


    "No, I''m obviously the grandson of the ancestor of Taixu Sect!"


    “It’s not much different…”


    “No wonder…”


    Someone sighed: "I feel sorry for Linghu Xiao. The swordsman genius who is rare in five hundred years, and the opportunity to compete for swordsmanship once in a lifetime is wasted."


    "I have seen all the sword contests these days. Linghu laughs, the sword heart is pure and the sword energy is really strong."


    "Without the ''cumbersome'' of ink painting, if you change to a stronger teammate, with his strength, he may be able to compete with the geniuses of the four major sects. Now... it''s a pity..."


    "Can he change his team?"


    "What do you know? Even if he is genius, he is still just a disciple after all. The head of the sect and the ancestor spoke to him and asked him to bring in ink paintings. What can he do? Can he still refuse?"


    "Indeed...ah, it''s a waste of ''genius''..."


    "Use power for personal gain and be nepotism. According to my opinion, Taixu Sect is about to be finished..."


    "The Taixu Sect is about to be finished!" Everyone nodded.


    Someone said strangely: "No... If I read it correctly, Taixu Sect now... seems to be ranked first in the sword discussion?"


    Everyone stopped talking.


    Some people''s face was hot.


    At this time, another white-robed monk said disdainfully:


    "What is the first one? It''s just the beginning. Taixu Sect took advantage of the opportunity to get a good ranking."


    "The further you get to the back, the harder it is to the Taixu Sect."


    "Especially the Dizi Bureau and the Tianzi Bureau are comparable to the top geniuses."


    "After the three sects merged, Taixu Sect finally managed to get from Chongxu Sect and a Linghu Xiao came over, and he could have rushed upwards."


    "Now, I don''t know what their heads are thinking, and it may be difficult to add this one to the point."


    "According to my prediction, when the word "Xuan" is in the "Xuan" character, Taixu Gate will begin to weaken; when the word "Di" character, Taixu Gate will be revealed; without comparing to the "Tian" character, Taixu Gate''s ranking will plummet."


    "It may not be possible to fall out of the eight gates, but don''t think about the first four..."


    This man was very concise and made a serious statement.


    Everyone nodded repeatedly, and someone bowed and said, "Brother, seem to understand very much?"


    "This is natural," the monk raised his head and said somewhat complacently:


    "To be honest, I am named Bai and Xiaosheng. I graduated from Qianxuezhou. I have been focusing on swordsmanship for more than a hundred years. I have watched swordsmanship competitions of all sizes, and I have seen them for less than ten thousand games. People on the Tao are nicknamed "Swordsmanship for Bai Xiaosheng."


    "The situation of this sword competition is the strength of the sect and the depth of the disciples. I can see clearly with a glance, and I can''t make any mistakes."


    Bai Xiaosheng looked confident.


    "Then this ink painting..."


    "The **** is undoubtedly a slut." Bai Xiaosheng concluded, "To be honest, I even suspect that his ''leader of formation'' is not worthy of his name, and he was deceived by using the back door to rely on his relationship."


    "This...is impossible." Some people don''t believe it.


    "That''s right, how can there be falsehood when so many elders of aristocratic families look at it?"


    "If his leader of the Taoism is fake, if nothing else is said, how could the four major sects let him go?"


    Bai Xiaosheng shook his head, "You know nothing about aristocratic families and sects. As long as you have enough benefits, their bottom line will be outrageously low."


    "Besides, if the spiritual consciousness exceeds the first level, I can barely believe it; if the spiritual consciousness exceeds the second level, it is outrageous; if the spiritual consciousness exceeds the third level, is this a bit of a fool?"


    "It''s a pity that I don''t like to watch the formation conference, otherwise I would definitely see their tricks clearly."


    Bai Xiaosheng shook his head and sighed, "You don''t know that the current top leaders of the cultivation world are just a world of fame and fortune."


    "The aristocratic family made fraud, the sects helped to fuel the fire, set up a stage to perform, and promote a ''attractive'' genius to come out, and it''s so common to reach the sky..."


    Bai Xiaosheng said something he didn''t know whether it was true or false.


    All the monks were also half-believing and half-doubted.


    "Is there a possibility..." someone whispered, "How can this ''ink painting'' really be able to discuss swords?"


    Bai Xiaosheng smiled contemptuously, "What kind of sword can he talk about? Look at him like that, it''s hard to get a sword. If he can really use any sword technique, I will swallow my top-grade spiritual sword into my stomach in public!"


    Bai Xiao gave birth to a conclusion.


    Everyone was shocked by his courage and his courage to use his natal sword to gamble for such trivial matters. They nodded in an admiration.


    Some people also heard him say the "high-grade natal spiritual sword", and then they were surprised to find that this monk who seemed ordinary, like a big talker, and looked like a scholar, was already a great monk in the Golden Elixir realm.


    However, this is the Qianxuezhou area. There are feathers flying in the sky from time to time, and there are several golden elixirs walking on the ground.


    After a while, in the midst of such doubts, the ink painting finished the preliminary round of the "yellow" game.


    Region: Complete victory.


    However, the process has never been taken once.


    The teammates are fighting, and the hardships are eating. Mo Hua has always "stands by and watches" and enjoys the victory of his teammates.


    This look of "second-generation ancestor" really aroused public anger.


    Some of the senior sisters and sisters who were originally trying their best to protect him for his picturesque novice face, were not embarrassed to speak for him.


    Since then, the popularity of ink painting has completely plummeted.


    He did nothing, said nothing, and didn''t even move his hands, and successfully went from a monster that was "perhaps extreme, very gloomy, perhaps perverted, and mysterious"...


    He became the "Crown Prince" of the Taixu Sect who enjoyed his achievements, exploited the "second-generation ancestor" of his fellow disciples, "burden" of the swordsman, and dragged his back.


    The reputation of ink painting is poor.


    On the contrary, Linghu Xiao’s reputation is getting better and better.


    His amazing swordsmanship and his masterful swordsmanship have been praised by more and more people.


    Many people feel sorry for him and feel sorry for him.


    In the eyes of many people, this is a stunning and amazing swordsman genius who endures humiliation and "bears the burden", and is not discouraged, and moves forward with his own strength, almost dragging the team forward.


    As for whom he bears the "heavy" is, this is self-evident.


    …


    Of course, these are all comments from the outside world.


    Inside Taixu Sect, the years are quiet and peaceful.


    I don’t know that Mo Hua doesn’t know, others will have such big opinions about him.


    Of course, even if he knows, he won’t care.


    The irrelevant people never put the irrelevant rumors and rumors about them. At most, they just silently "in the heart" and keep a small notebook in mind, and then "clean up" one by one if you have time in the future.


    At this time, Mo Hua was drinking.


    Groups of junior brothers lined up to toast him.


    Ink painting treats people kindly, and naturally comes without any rejection.


    Fortunately, he was drinking fruit wine, and just took a sip, otherwise even if the wine was not strong, he would definitely be drunk and unconscious.


    The drunkenness was half-hearted and the atmosphere was lively, and everyone was very happy.


    This is a small "celebration banquet".


    Celebrating the sword contest, the preliminary "Huang" character competition was completed, and Taixu Sect temporarily ranked first.


    This is just a "small victory", and a temporary small victory, so I can only celebrate it in a small way.


    The head and the elders did not refuse either.


    The disciples'' efforts are indispensable to Taixu Sect, so after the competition, it is not impossible to relax for a little time.


    Moreover, they knew very well.


    After relaxing, the real "bad battle" begins.


    The "Xuan" character bureau, the "di" character bureau, and the "Tian" character bureau that discusses swords above the Xuantian Peak will be more difficult than each game, and more difficult to fight each game.


    Their opponents will be the real genius of the twelve ranks, eight major gates, and even the four major sects.


    On the Tao, the heavenly ritual will also start to arrange the real genius according to the cause and effect of heaven, and engage in a desperate battle.


    The opponent is strong, the situation of the battle changes, and the outcome is only a matter of one thought.


    This is the real test.


    The "ranking" of Taixu Sect will also suffer from the impact of torrents and even decline step by step in the midst of these arduous battles.


    It is unknown where the dust finally slid and where it settles.


    The "yellow" competition was completed, and there were a few days of rest.


    The rest time passed quickly. A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the sword contest of the character "Xuan" officially began.


    When we reach the "Xuan" character, we begin to have strength.


    Like the Huangzi Game, it is unlikely that it will be possible to keep a low profile by hiding one''s strength and fighting five.


    Mo Hua couldn''t catch fish, he had to show off some of his strength...


    (This chapter ends)