Chapter 1001: “Prince”

The shadows of Fang Tian's paintings covered the sky and the earth. The ink-condensed images on them displayed in real time nearly a hundred sword fights and killings, which were full of ups and downs and excitement.

And near the center of the painting shadow, Mo Hua's figure flashed for a while and then slowly appeared.

On the Shangguan family's stand, Yu'er spotted the ink painting for the first time, her eyes lit up immediately, and she clapped and cheered:

"Brother Mo! Mom, look!"

Wen Ren Wan, who was dressed in palace clothes and had an elegant appearance, looked at the shadow of Fang Tianhua, who was wearing a dark and black Taixu Sect sword-fighting robe. His eyes were bright and his expression was calm. He had an air of composure in front of thousands of people, and she smiled with satisfaction.

At the same time, among the vast sea of ​​monks in the outer field, many pairs of eyes, some bright and some dark, were fixed on the ink painting at the same time.

These eyes reveal different emotions.

Some are expectant, some are doubtful, some are interesting, and some are cold and indifferent...

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

"Who is Mo Hua?"

There are a total of five people in Taixu Sect.

First, let's rule out the big guy Cheng Mo. Generally speaking, he has well-developed limbs and a simple mind, so he is definitely not a formation master.

The remaining four are hard to recognize.

"That person is arrogant and unruly. He looks like a playboy who does whatever he wants in the sect. Is he Mo Hua?"

"That's a disciple from Tai'a Mountain..."

"The one with the cold, rude face and the 'genius' look..."

"That is the sword genius from Chongxu Mountain, Linghu Xiao."

"Is that the young man carrying the Lihuo Sword?"

"Idiot, he's carrying a sword, how can he be a formation master?"

"That..."

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at the end of the team, at the boy who was a little shorter and had a handsome appearance, bright eyes, white teeth, eyebrows like the bright moon, and a face like the warm sun. He made people feel friendly and like a spring breeze at first glance.

"He is... Mo Hua?"

The originally noisy Lundao Mountain suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Many people who don't know about ink painting look confused.

"Isn't it very gloomy?"

"Isn't he a dandy?"

"Who is this handsome and sunny boy with bright eyebrows and eyes like stars?"

"Who said he was a pervert? Why do I feel like he's... kind of cute?"

"Such a young boy is actually a rare genius in formation?" Many female disciples and female cultivators at the banquet began to have shining eyes when they saw Mo Hua's handsome and lovely face.

Many male disciples and monks looked unhappy and muttered:

"You can know a person's face but not his heart."

"Someone may look cute, but they may be very perverted. Don't judge a person by his appearance. Don't be deceived by the appearance of things."

"That's right. The more sunny you look, the darker your heart may be..."

"Besides, this is a sword fight. Appearance can't be used to make a living..."

"I want to see what kind of abilities he, a genius of Taixu Sect and leader of Qianxuezhou, has to dare to participate in the sword contest and compete with all the geniuses in the sword contest..."

…

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

Discussing the mountain of Tao, the inner mountain.

Mo Hua couldn't help but shiver.

He looked around, and through the sky-covering formation and the shadow of Fang Tianhua that was like a sky curtain, he could vaguely see that the area around Lun Dao Mountain was densely packed with cultivators, like ants, covering the entire mountain, or like a tide, covering the entire sky.

But he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't hear what they were saying.

This was a fifth-grade formation that blocked out the sight and hearing, preventing the monks watching the ceremony from disturbing the swordplay of the disciples in the inner field.

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

This is to prevent any evil demons, or high-level monks with insane minds and ill intentions among the audience from suddenly rising up and slaughtering the geniuses in the sword-fighting contest.

After all, the disciples' cultivation is only at the foundation-building stage.

The Qianxuezhou Realm is a fifth-grade land that can accommodate cultivators who have reached the Immortal Realm and even the Void Realm, and can fight with all their strength.

Once such a massacre above the metamorphosis level breaks out, the geniuses in their "adolescence" will be unable to fight back and will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

The major families and sects in Qianxuezhou will also suffer severe damage to their foundations.

There was a large formation blocking the view, so Mo Hua withdrew his gaze and focused on the sword-fighting competition in front of him.

This was his first sword fight.

The opponent is a small sect that ranks relatively high among the 100 schools of Qianxue, called the Qingshuang Sect. The martial arts inherited by the sect is called "Qingshuang Jue".

And because it is the preliminary round of the "yellow" bureau, the competition system is simple and the winning conditions are also easy to understand.

As long as it's five against five, it's fine as long as we win.

The terrain for the preliminary round is not very big, just a small forest.

The two groups met after walking around for a few rounds, and the battle was about to break out.

Cheng Mo took the lead and rushed forward.

Ouyang Xuan became one with his sword and attacked from the flank, with Situ Jian supporting him.

Linghu Xiao activated the Chongxu sword energy.

And then, it was gone...

The battle is over and all the opponents have fallen.

From beginning to end, Mo Hua stood there, not moving at all, and didn't even take his hand out of his sleeves.

The battle was about to break out, and it ended in a flash.

On Fang Tian Huaying, Mo Hua's team won, the image disappeared, and after a blur, the picture recondensed and began to broadcast the next sword fight.

There was a silence between the outfielders.

In less than a moment, there was a surge of voices and endless discussions.

"No way... is this the end?"

"Are you kidding me?"

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

"All thanks to teammates?"

"There's nothing I can do. My teammates are too strong. He doesn't even have a chance to attack..."

"But we can't just sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor, can we? At least make some moves, show some respect, even if it's just a fireball? At least we can have some sense of participation, letting us know that he is engaging in a sword fight..."

"It's also possible... that he is hiding his true strength?"

"Forget it. This is not the way to hide one's true strength. Look at him. His spiritual power is not good, his body is not good, and he is so weak. What can he hide?"

"He doesn't have enough spiritual power for the superior Taoism, and his thin arms and legs will kill him if he gets close to someone. I can't imagine what abilities he has..."

"In my opinion, he is just here to mess around..."

Many monks had expected too much before, so they were inevitably disappointed at this time.

On the contrary, those who truly understood ink painting, such as Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and Shangguan Xu, all felt that it was natural despite their bitter smiles.

This is indeed the style of ink painting.

If I can avoid taking action, I will never move a finger.

However, in such a grand sword-fighting competition, with so many "bigwigs" from the cultivation world watching, Mo Hua actually didn't even move a finger and didn't show off at all, which still made them feel a little amused and helpless.

Yu'er didn't care about that, but cheered happily:

"Brother Mo is really amazing. He didn't even have to make a move and all the opponents fell down!"

After experiencing the nightmare of demons, in Yuer's heart, Mo Hua is the most powerful. He is powerful when he attacks, and even more powerful when he doesn't attack.

Wenren Wan laughed and couldn't help rubbing Yu'er's head.

She also felt some regret in her heart.

This was the first sword fight, and under the spotlight of everyone, she wanted to see Mo Hua, and make a move, or at least show herself.

However, it is safer to keep a low profile and not take any action.

Wen Ren Wan knew that Mo Hua had a different identity, and guessed that he had some secrets that were not convenient to reveal, so he was just a little regretful, and then felt relieved.

Anyway, the sword fight will take a long time, so there is no need to rush.

However, outside the Daoshan field, controversies regarding ink painting are still endless.

Most of the uninformed monks still think that Mo Hua is a scoundrel.

Gu Changhuai, who was "on duty", couldn't help shaking his head as he listened to the discussions around him, but he didn't say anything.

In the following days, there were several ink painting competitions.

But just like the first game, his teammates were the ones killing everyone, and he put his hands in his sleeves and followed behind to "watch the show."

Over time, the reputation will naturally get worse and worse.

In particular, there are other real "geniuses" from the four major sects and the eight major gates for comparison.

The geniuses of other sects are all "leaders". Even when facing disciples from all walks of life, they will give them the most basic respect. They will take the lead and sweep the whole place with one move, looking majestic and winning applause from the whole audience.

Only Mo Hua, the "leader", follows behind the "little brothers".

In this way, the superiority and inferiority are also immediately apparent.

There are more and more doubts about Mo Hua. Every time Mo Hua appears on stage, there are always a group of people pointing fingers at him:

"I think I figured it out. This Mo Hua is just here to mess around, right?"

"He has no ability of his own, but he just wants to cling to the two big men in the team to get a good ranking?"

"I heard that one of the two people in his team is a sword genius who only appears once every five hundred years in the Chongxu lineage. The other one, although not well-known, is said to be one of the best geniuses in the Tai'a lineage."

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

"So, the merger of the three sects of Taixu Sect is actually the three sects of Taixu, Tai'a and Chongxu supporting him?"

"Is this to accompany the 'prince' to study?"

"No, I am here to discuss swordplay with the 'prince'."

"Tsk tsk…"

"Why does Taixu Sect praise him so much?"

"Didn't I tell you? He is the illegitimate son of the Taixu Sect Leader and he will be accompanying the 'Prince' in a sword fight."

"Nonsense, he is obviously the grandson of the Taixu Sect's ancestor!"

"Not much different..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"No wonder…"

Someone sighed, "I feel sorry for Linghu Xiao. He is a rare swordsmanship genius that only appears once in five hundred years. His once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to compete in swordsmanship has been wasted like this."

"I have watched the sword fighting in the past few days. This Linghu Xiao has a pure sword heart and a strong sword energy."

"If we don't bring Mo Hua, this 'burden', with a stronger teammate, with his strength, maybe he can really compete with the geniuses of the four major sects. Now... what a pity..."

"Can't he team up with someone else?"

"What do you know? No matter how talented he is, he is still just a disciple. The headmaster and the ancestor have told him to take the ink painting. What can he do? Can he refuse?"

"Indeed... Alas, what a waste of 'Glorious Talent'..."

"Using power for personal gain and appointing people based on personal connections, in my opinion, the Taixu Sect is doomed..."

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

Someone asked curiously, "That's not right... If I'm not mistaken, the Taixu Sect is now... ranked first in the sword-fighting competition?"

Everyone fell silent.

Some people felt a burning sensation on their faces.

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

"What's the point of being first? This is just the beginning. Taixu Sect is just taking shortcuts to get a good ranking."

"The further we get to the end, the more difficult it will be for Taixu Sect."

"Especially the Earth Bureau and the Heaven Bureau, they compete with the top geniuses."

"After the three sects merged, Taixu Sect finally managed to get Linghu Xiao from Chongxu Sect, and they could have made another push forward."

"Now, I don't know what their leader is thinking. With this person holding us back, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"According to my prediction, when it comes to the 'Xuan' character round, Taixu Sect will begin to weaken; when it comes to the 'Di' character round, Taixu Sect's true colors will be exposed; even without reaching the 'Tian' character round, Taixu Sect's ranking will plummet."

"It's not certain that we'll fall out of the top eight, but forget about making the top four..."

This man spoke with great confidence and in a very serious tone.

Everyone nodded as they listened, and someone cupped his hands and said, "This brother seems to understand a lot?"

"Of course," the monk raised his head and said with a bit of complacency:

"To be honest, my last name is Bai, my given name is Xiaosheng. I graduated from Qianxuezhoujie. I have been focusing on sword fighting for more than a hundred years. I have watched tens of thousands of sword fighting competitions, big and small. People in the underworld nicknamed me 'Sheng the Knower of Sword Fighting'."

"I can see the situation of this sword fighting competition, the strength of the sects, and the details of the disciples with just a glance, and I can't be wrong at all."

Bai Xiaosheng looked very confident.

"Then this ink painting..."

"He is undoubtedly a scoundrel." Bai Xiaosheng concluded, "To be honest, I even suspect that his title of 'the leader of formations' is not worthy of the title, and he got it by cheating through backdoor connections."

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

"That's right. With so many elders from aristocratic families watching, how could it be fake?"

"If his title as the leader of the discussion is fake, apart from anything else, how can the four major sects let him go?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head, "You know nothing about aristocratic families and sects. As long as there is enough profit, their bottom line is shockingly low."

"Besides, if the spiritual consciousness exceeds one level, I can barely believe it; if the spiritual consciousness exceeds two levels, it is outrageous; if the spiritual consciousness exceeds three levels, then it is a bit like treating others as fools?"

"It's a pity that I don't like watching the battle arena, otherwise I would have seen their tricks clearly."

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head and sighed, "You don't understand, the current high-level cultivation world is a place of fame and fortune."

"The noble families fabricate lies, the sects fan the flames, and they put on a show to promote a 'remarkable' genius so that they can rise to fame overnight. This kind of thing is too common..."

Bai Xiaosheng said something that was not sure whether it was true or not.

All the monks listened with half belief and half doubt.

"Is there a possibility..." someone whispered, "This 'Mo Hua' can really fight with swords?"

Bai Xiaosheng smiled contemptuously, "What sword can he talk about? Look at him, he has a hard time holding the sword. If he can really use some sword skills, I will swallow my top-grade life-definition sword into my stomach in public!"

Bai Xiao gave birth to the conclusion.

Everyone was shocked at his courage and his guts to gamble his natal sword for such a trivial matter, and they all nodded in admiration.

Some people also heard him say "top-grade innate spiritual sword" and were surprised to find that this seemingly ordinary, boastful, scholar-like cultivator was actually a great cultivator in the Golden Core Realm.

However, this is the territory of Qianxuezhou. It is not surprising to see feathered creatures flying in the sky and a few golden elixirs walking on the ground from time to time.

Some time later, amid such doubts, Mo Hua finished the preliminary round of the "Huang" category.

Record: All victories.

But during the process, he never took action once.

It was the teammates who were fighting and suffering, while Mo Hua was just "standing by and watching", enjoying the victory of his teammates.

This "second-generation rich" look really aroused public anger.

Some of his senior and junior sisters from various sects, who had originally tried their best to protect him because of his handsome face, now felt too embarrassed to speak up for him.

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

He clearly did nothing, said nothing, and didn't even move his hands, but he successfully transformed himself from a "perhaps extreme, very gloomy, possibly perverted, and mysterious" demon of the formation...

He became the "Crown Prince" of Taixu Sect who enjoyed the fruits of others' labor, a "second-generation rich man" who exploited his fellow sect members, a "burden" in the sword-fighting competition, and a scoundrel who held others back.

Ink painting has a bad reputation.

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

His amazing talent in swordsmanship and his superb sword skills were admired by more and more people.

Many people felt sorry for him and felt sorry for him.

In the eyes of many people, this is a brilliant kendo genius who silently endures humiliation and "bears the burden", never gets discouraged, and "bears the burden" to move forward, almost dragging the team forward by his own strength.

As for who the "burden" he is carrying, that goes without saying.

…

Of course, these are all comments from outsiders.

Inside Taixu Gate, life is peaceful and tranquil.

Mo Hua didn't know that others would have such a big opinion of him.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He never took insignificant people and insignificant rumors to heart. At most, he would quietly write them down in a small notebook and settle them one by one when he had time in the future.

At this time, Mo Hua was drinking.

Groups of junior fellow apprentices lined up to toast him.

Ink painting is kind to everyone and naturally welcomes everyone.

Fortunately, he was drinking fruit wine, and he only needed to take a sip. Otherwise, even if the wine was not strong, he would definitely be drunk and unconscious.

Everyone was drunk, the atmosphere was lively and everyone was very happy.

This is a small "celebration banquet".

To celebrate the sword-fighting competition, the preliminary round of the "Huang" competition is over, and Taixu Sect is currently ranked first.

This is just a "small victory", and a temporary one, so it can only be celebrated in a small way.

The headmaster and the elders did not refuse.

The fact that Taixu Sect can temporarily rank first is largely due to the efforts of its disciples, so it is okay to relax a little after the competition.

Moreover, they know it very well in their hearts.

After relaxing, the real "battle" begins.

The "Xuan"-shaped game, the "Di"-shaped game, and the "Tian"-shaped game in which a sword fight is held on the Xuantian Peak will become more difficult and harder to fight with each round.

Their opponents will be the true geniuses of the Twelve Rates, Eight Great Sects, and even the Four Great Sects.

When discussing the Dao of Heaven, the real geniuses will also be arranged to engage in a life-and-death battle based on the cause and effect of Heaven.

The opponent is strong, the battle situation is ever-changing, and victory or defeat is just a matter of thought.

This is the real test.

The "ranking" of Taixu Sect will also be hit by the torrent in these difficult battles, and may even decline step by step.

It is unknown where it will eventually slide down to and where the dust will settle.

After the "yellow" competition, there will be a few days of rest.

The days of rest passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a few days had passed, and the sword debate in the "Xuan" bureau officially began.

When it comes to the "Xuan" game, it starts to become intense.

It is unlikely that they could play like Huang Ziju, keeping a low profile and relying entirely on teammates to fight four against five.

Mo Hua couldn't slack off any longer, he had to use some of his strength...

(End of this chapter)