Chapter 1003: Taking Action

Linghu Xiao looked indifferent.

Ouyang Xuan had a sneer on his face.

Mo Hua, Cheng Mo and Situ Jian all had subtle expressions.

The young man didn't say anything else. After making the harsh words, he looked at Linghu Xiao provocatively, then walked away with his head held high.

After he left, the place was quiet for a moment.

Mo Hua gradually realized a problem and frowned,

"He asked us to remember his name, but...didn't he say what his name was?"

Situ Jian groaned, "Does he think that we should all know who he is?"

Cheng Mo was also curious and asked, "Who is he?"

Mo Hua took out the Taixu Order and found his opponent. He scanned the names of the five people on the opposite side, and after a little deduction, he found his name:

"Wu Ming."

"The name is 'Nameless'?"

"Kou Tian Wu, the sun and the moon are bright."

"Oh...it turns out he's from the Wu family." Cheng Mo said.

"Wu family?" Mo Hua asked.

"As a family of talisman makers, they earn a lot of spirit stones and are very rich." Situ Jian said concisely, "Our main family is in Kunzhou, but there are scattered branches of the Wu family in many places in Jiuzhou."

"Very rich?"

"Yes, it is very rich." Situ Jian nodded. "Qianzhou has a long history and attracts talents from all over the world. Therefore, it is a place of outstanding people and many aristocratic families."

"Kunzhou is the richest province in the world because of its fertile land and abundant products. Therefore, it has also nurtured a number of wealthy families and wealthy families."

"The Wu family is one of the wealthy families in Kunzhou. Because they are rich, they can run a business called talisman making, which is known for its money-burning business. Talismans are expensive, and the talisman making business is also very profitable. The Wu family has made huge profits from the profits, and their business has grown bigger and bigger..."

Situ Jian described them one by one in ink painting.

He is a calm and careful person, quick-thinking and studious, and knows a lot about the situations of aristocratic families. Most of the knowledge about aristocratic families in ink painting was heard from him.

But Mo Hua had a question:

"Why are talismans so 'profitable'?"

Normally, when he fought with monks, he rarely used talismans.

The talisman is just a supplementary means, used for temporary emergency or escape. So far, he has not seen a cultivator who relies on "talismans" as the main means of killing.

Situ Jiandao: "There are many reasons for this, including high cost, Dao Court control, one-time consumption... and so on. Most cultivators will not overuse talismans."

"The more skilled one is, the more advanced the Taoist teachings are, and the less he or she needs to rely on talismans."

"The biggest use of talismans is in monastic wars and some medium-to-large-scale monk battles, where they are used for temporary fire suppression and targeted blasting, etc."

"The war of cultivation is to burn spirit stones."

"If we don't burn the spirit stones, we will have to burn 'human lives'."

"In war, the best way to burn spirit stones is to use 'array formations'."

"But the formation is large in size, difficult to master, and requires planning. It is complicated to set up and difficult to maintain. It requires preparation in advance, and has many restrictions when it comes to battle, so the effect is very poor."

"Besides the formation, there are talismans. They are simple, direct, convenient, and rough. They can be used as soon as they are unsealed, and their lethality is not bad."

"Generally, the Dao Court or some major forces will purchase a large number of talismans in bulk at a relatively favorable price to be used as 'armaments' for large-scale combat by the monks."

"But to produce talismans, huge financial support is needed. Only some extremely wealthy families in Kunzhou, whose disciples have good spiritual roots and sufficient spiritual power, whose families have good financial resources and many spiritual stones, and whose local resources are rich in the state, can carry out large-scale talisman production..."

Mo Hua nodded and roughly understood.

Talismans are "arms".

The noble families in Kunzhou are the "big landlords".

The big landlords sold arms, made huge profits, and became "wealthy families".

Mo Hua looked down at the match list. Their opponent this time was the "Ling Fu Sect" among the Twelve Schools.

"Lingfu Sect..." Mo Hua pondered.

"The Lingfu Sect is a sect that specializes in the art of refining talismans." Situ Jian said, "Some of the great families in Kunzhou do not expect their disciples to learn the inheritance of the four sects and eight schools. Instead, they hope that they will systematically learn some rare talisman-making techniques."

"Therefore, although the Lingfu Sect is a twelve-level sect and is proficient in making talismans, there are also some disciples with very good qualifications."

"More importantly, Lingfu Sect is also very rich."

Mo Hua was curious: "How rich can he be?"

Situ Jiandao: "It is said that they are richer than the other eight major sects."

"Why?" Mo Hua didn't quite understand. "They have a business of making talismans? They sell talismans themselves?"

Situ Jian nodded, "It should be..."

But he actually didn't know the specific situation.

At this time, Ouyang Xuan, who had a stern face but had been secretly listening to the conversation between the two, said indifferently:

"Because there are wealthy families in Kunzhou supporting them."

"Supported by a wealthy family in Kunzhou?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Seeing that there were still things unknown about the "hidden" ink painting, Ouyang Xuan sneered without showing any trace, and said:

"Some wealthy families in Kunzhou, such as the Wu family, will provide a large amount of spiritual stones and abundant resources to support the Lingfu Sect and support their research on the art of refining talismans."

"The talisman-making technique developed by Lingfu Sect will be fed back to the wealthy families in Kunzhou."

"At the same time, Lingfu Sect will also reserve some 'special' admission places for the wealthy families in Kunzhou, so that they can maintain ties with each other through the relationship of master-disciple and interests."

"This portion of spiritual stones is very rich, even comparable to the share of Qianlong Mountain spiritual mines of the twelve-rank sects."

"Therefore, the Lingfu Sect, a twelfth-rank sect, is richer than most of the eight major sects."

"Most other sects follow a pure inheritance system, with a small portion of industry occasionally."

"But the Lingfu Sect follows a system that integrates the sect and the wealthy, with cultivation skills shared and interests deeply bound together..."

Ouyang Xuan, who has always been taciturn, said a lot.

Mo Hua couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The fusion of the sect and the aristocratic family...

On the surface, it seems to be mutually beneficial.

But fundamentally speaking, isn't it just a dual "monopoly" of monastic inheritance and monastic resources?

Finally, the sects and the wealthy families joined forces to grow bigger and stronger and achieve the ultimate monopoly.

Then who was the unlucky one in the end?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at Ouyang Xuan, "How do you know these things?"

Ouyang Xuan snorted coldly, with a look of disdain, but still answered Mo Hua's question honestly: "I heard it when the ancestor was chatting with the headmaster."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded.

Ouyang Xuan was able to eavesdrop on the conversation between the ancestor and the headmaster, which meant that his status might be even higher than he had previously expected.

"There are restrictions on the talismans used in sword fighting, right?" Mo Hua asked Situ Jian again.

Situ Jian nodded, "After all, this is a sword fight. Talismans are like formations. If they are used in large quantities, it will greatly affect the balance."

Especially some "rich guys" who have a lot of wealth and throw away talismans for free, no one can bear it.

"However, there are only restrictions on grade and quantity, not type." Situ Jian added, "The Spirit Talisman Sect should be able to specially refine some rare high-quality talismans for sword fighting."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded slowly, "It's okay, let's try it first."

"Young Senior Brother..." Situ Jian was silent for a moment, then asked, "Should we... still use the same fighting style as before?"

That most basic tactic was too crude.

After using it in so many games, someone must have thought of a way to target it.

If you continue to use it like this, you may not win.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's okay, use it again."

He glanced at Situ Jian, Cheng Mo, Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan, and said meaningfully:

"This is to give you 'weight-bearing' training, so that you can practice through competition and get along well with each other."

"After all, if I had taken action, the battle situation would not be like this now..."

Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and Linghu Xiao were startled for a moment, then their eyes lit up and they all nodded: "Yes, Junior Brother."

Ouyang Xuan didn't say anything, but a trace of deep fear flashed in his eyes, one could even say...

fear.

…

In the sword-fighting arena, mountains and rivers are intricate.

Mo Hua and others entered the venue.

Outside the venue, Fang Tianhua's shadow became blurred for a while, then the figures of Mo Hua and others appeared, which also caused a lot of discussion.

Basically nothing good to say.

Most of the accusations were such as "Taixu Sect is going to be finished", "The ancestor is stupid, the head is mediocre, and the elders are sycophants", and "The disciples are angry but dare not speak out".

Apart from that, there were voices of sympathy such as "I feel sorry for Linghu Xiao", "I feel sorry for Ouyang Xuan", "I feel sorry for the big guy", "I feel sorry for the guy carrying the sword"...

There are also criticisms such as "Why is this shameless Mo Hua still around?", "I want to see how long he can last", "The shame of Taixu Sect", "Useless trash" and so on.

These are all old clichés.

As criticisms outside the stadium flooded in, the battle inside the stadium also began.

This is still a five-man free-for-all.

The format of the game did not change, and Mo Hua was too lazy to change his tactics. Instead, he still used the most basic fighting method, allowing Linghu Xiao and the other three to fight based on their abilities, in order to cultivate some instinctive tacit understanding.

The venue was not that big, and Mo Hua's spiritual sense was so strong that he could basically tell where the other side was with just one glance.

But he didn't remind her.

Because it is not yet time for him to really do some "sinister tricks".

The two sides met normally.

There were five people in Mo Hua, with the "big fool" Cheng Mo standing in the front, and the rest fighting in separate lines, forming the most basic formation.

Standing at the front of the Lingfu Gate opposite was a mighty young man.

It was the confident and arrogant young man who had spoken harshly to Linghu Xiao before.

A wealthy family in Kunzhou, Wu Ming of the Wu family.

Wu Ming was dressed in gorgeous armor, with his arms wrapped in fiery red, glittering arm armor. He looked luxurious and imposing, and obviously very expensive.

This armor is specially made.

The arm armor is also the embryo of his natal spiritual weapon that he spent a lot of money to build.

Except for Wu Ming, the other four members of Lingfu Sect were also wearing sophisticated armor, shining with the aura of "not lacking money".

Even though Lingfu Sect is only one of the twelve-rate sects, those who can enter Lingfu Sect are either rich or noble.

People like Wu Ming are all first-class legitimate sons of wealthy families.

Mo Hua only took a glance to know that all the equipment they were wearing were custom-made at high prices just for the sword fighting competition.

The quality is 20% to 30% higher than the custom-made spiritual weapons produced by Gushan Refining Shop.

But the price is estimated to be more than ten times more expensive.

Or "consumables".

This is probably something that only the children of wealthy families in Kunzhou would be willing to spend spirit stones to create.

Mo Hua looked at it and was secretly shocked.

Normally, when two sides meet, they will start fighting without any nonsense or verbosity.

But this time it was different. Before the battle started, Wu Ming seemed to have something to say.

The Lingfu Sect did not take action first.

Mo Hua didn't let anyone take action, as he wanted to hear what he had to say.

Wu Ming stretched out his gorgeous arm armor that glowed with fire, pointed at Linghu Xiao, and sneered,

"Linghu Xiao, today, you will definitely be defeated by me!"

"I will prove to Miss Lu that you, the so-called sword genius, are just a coward and a loser, not worthy of her even a glance..."

The first half of his sentence was quite good and powerful.

The second half of the sentence is a bit abstract.

Mo Hua couldn't help but look at Linghu Xiao, "Who is Miss Lu?"

He originally thought that this was a battle between geniuses, but he didn't expect that it would also be involved in gossip.

Linghu Xiao also looked a little confused. He had no idea what Wu Ming was talking about.

His behavior angered Wu Ming.

Wu Ming suppressed his anger and said coldly:

"Still playing dumb in front of me? You are such a coward."

"Today I will let everyone know that you, the so-called sword genius, are just a piece of trash with a false reputation!"

"I will personally blast you to death with my family's Liuli Minghuo Fist Technique!"

What he said was quite powerful.

But Mo Hua didn't listen to what he said at all. Instead, he became curious, his eyes glowed, and he asked Linghu Xiao in a low voice:

"You have a secret affair with this 'Miss Lu'?"

Cheng Mo and the others turned to look at Linghu Xiao with sharp eyes.

Even Ouyang Xuan looked curious.

Linghu Xiao's face darkened.

If anyone else had asked this question, he would have struck them with his sword.

But the person who asked this question was Mo Hua, so he could only frown and said unhappily: "No... I don't even know, who is this Miss Lu?"

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

Mo Hua nodded, somewhat uninterested.

No melon to eat...

The fact that they were whispering to each other, acting as if no one was around, made Wu Ming even more angry.

"kill!"

Wu Ming sneered, then circulated his spiritual power, activated his arm armor, and performed the Glazed Fire Fist. He took the lead, drew a raging flame, and rushed straight towards Mo Hua and the others to kill them.

Cheng Mo swung his axe and rushed forward.

Linghu Xiao and a few others also drew their swords.

Only Mo Hua took a few steps, left the crowd lightly, escaped from the battle, and watched the battle from the sidelines.

In front of Fang Tianhuaying, his action of "escaping from the battle, teammates go forward and I go backward" was seen clearly by everyone.

I immediately remembered another curse:

"Again?"

"You're not taking action yet?"

"Still watching?"

"The thickness of their skin is astonishing."

Some people also comforted him, "Don't make it hard on him. He doesn't know how to do anything. How can he do it? He will be exposed as soon as he does it..."

"Have you seen his Dao Jade? The defense is so poor that it's unbelievable. I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand a single blow and will be slaughtered as soon as he goes up."

"After seeing all this, are you still expecting him to take action? I can only say that some people have poor brains and can be fed to demons..."

…

There was a lot of discussion outside.

Inside the inner field, no one from the Lingfu Sect took the ink painting seriously.

Before this, Mo Hua would just stand aside and "watch the show", and no one cared about him.

As long as we deal with his four teammates, getting rid of Mo Hua will be a piece of cake.

Led by Wu Ming, the five disciples of Lingfu Sect began to encircle and suppress Linghu Xiao and the other four.

Wu Ming seems to be a disciple who is blinded by lust and is eager to compete for power, but their "tactics" are carefully designed and they give Linghu Xiao full respect.

They didn't dare to let Linghu Xiao use his full strength.

Therefore, at the beginning, there were two physical cultivators, one using the ground-walking knife and the other using the iron claws, who closely followed Linghu Xiao.

Linghu Xiao was unable to perform superior sword moves that could cause great damage.

If he tried to perform it by force, he would be interrupted by the two physical cultivators.

If he were to use his only golden body talisman to prevent his sword moves from being interrupted, the opponent would definitely retreat temporarily, wait until his golden body disappeared, and then come back to continue to consume him, and he would have no choice but to be "frustrated" to death.

This is also a common method used in sword-fighting competitions to target outstanding "prodigies" of disciples.

The premise of this method is that this genius is a spiritual practitioner who needs to accumulate energy to cast spells, or a long-range sword practitioner.

His teammates couldn't help him either.

And now, the Lingfu Sect is outnumbered, so this method is just right for them.

This method had been used by the sect before when fighting against Linghu Xiao.

But the disciples of Lingfu Sect are stronger, their spiritual weapons are better, and the effects of their use are more obvious.

Moreover, the reason why Linghu Xiao's team has won so far is almost entirely due to their "hard power" of four against five. Although their tactics are skilled, they are also relatively basic. With so many sects and so many eyes watching, they have already studied this clearly.

Once you are thoroughly studied, you will be targeted everywhere.

What's more, they were missing one person.

Linghu Xiao continued to be consumed by the two physical cultivators.

Cheng Mo's physical strength is more than enough, but his killing ability is still inferior to that of the first-line geniuses. He can only be in a stalemate with the disciples of Lingfu Sect.

Situ Jian is a "jack of all trades", but without tactical coordination, his abilities are not particularly outstanding in the sword-fighting conference filled with so many geniuses. Although he has the upper hand, he cannot win for the time being.

Ouyang Xuan fought with Wu Ming.

Wu Ming's strength is average, but his spiritual equipment is really great.

Ouyang Xuan also had the upper hand, but he couldn't do anything to him in the short term.

During this period, the Lingfu Sect will also carry out offensive rotations, relying on their numerical advantage, with disciples cooperating with each other and suppressing the enemy together.

The Taixu Sect cannot do that.

Due to the numerical disadvantage, they could only fight passively and had no room to change the offensive.

Under such circumstances, Linghu Xiao's spiritual power was also being consumed rapidly.

Linghu Xiao's lethality is superb, but the high lethality consumes a lot of spiritual energy. In a one-on-two situation, he cannot hold on for too long.

Just when Linghu Xiao's spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Wu Ming realized that the time had come, and his eyes lit up immediately, "I'll do it!"

He left Ouyang Xuan behind and began to attack Linghu Xiao.

The two people who were originally trying to distract Linghu Xiao turned around and held back Ouyang Xuan.

Cheng Mo and his companions immediately understood what Wu Ming wanted to do.

He shouted that he wanted to defeat Linghu Xiao.

But the actual plan was to let his two teammates consume most of Linghu Xiao's spiritual power, and then he would take action and "duel" Linghu Xiao, in this way to defeat the sword genius of Taixu Sect.

To say it is shameless, it is indeed shameless.

But this is a sword fight, and no one would say anything if he really won.

Even if he stepped on his teammates' shoulders and killed the genius of Taixu Sect, it would still be considered a "win".

That's not enough.

Wu Ming also took out a dark silver jade talisman. After crushing it, a layer of fine iron light quickly flowed throughout his body and condensed into a layer of "iron armor".

Top grade iron armor talisman.

This is a rare talisman. After it is crushed, the spiritual power condenses into an iron armor that can protect against sword attacks.

Each disciple who participates in the sword-fighting contest can only choose one talisman.

Linghu Xiao chose the "Golden Body Talisman", while Wu Ming chose the "Iron Armor Talisman" specially made by the Lingfu Sect.

The purpose is to target Linghu Xiao.

With the protection of the Iron Armor Talisman, the damage from Linghu Xiao's sword energy can be greatly reduced within a quarter of an hour.

Wu Ming wanted to use this quarter of an hour to decide the outcome.

This is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

The spiritual power is fully mobilized and the Taoism is operated to the extreme.

The Glazed Fire Fist, each punch was accompanied by surging flames, one punch after another, like a rain of fire, attacked Linghu Xiao.

Most of the fire-colored fist shadows were offset by the sword light.

But a part of it still hit Linghu Xiao and seeped into the Lun Dao Jade on his body bit by bit.

Linghu Xiao gritted his teeth and held on.

Wu Ming fought more and more fiercely, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

At this time, most of the monks outside the field were shocked when they saw this situation.

Linghu Xiao was going to lose!

They didn't like Taixu Sect, and said that Taixu Sect was going to be finished, mostly because of a certain formation leader who didn't live up to his reputation.

Most of the cultivators still recognized Linghu Xiao, a sword genius who worked hard and dragged the team forward with his own strength.

Now seeing Linghu Xiao being beaten, they felt very uncomfortable.

When they thought about Linghu Xiao losing, they felt heartbroken again.

"God is jealous of talents!"

"Born at the wrong time!"

"Such a good seedling, how could he have such bad luck and end up in the Taixu Sect..."

Inside the venue, Wu Ming's expression became more and more proud.

Being able to defeat the genius Linghu Xiao was enough to make him proud.

With the blessing of the Iron Armor Talisman, if the fight continues like this, Linghu Xiao will definitely lose.

If he uses the Golden Body Talisman and his superior sword skills to fight against me head-on, I will not be afraid.

Not to mention that he has been exhausted now and his spiritual power is depleted, so he may not be able to use his killing move. Even if he can, the time he takes to accumulate strength and condense his energy is enough for me to kill him.

The worst case scenario is that both sides perish.

But in the short term, I have the Iron Armor Talisman to protect me, so I may not die even if I take his sword.

"I can kill him!"

Thinking of this, Wu Ming became even more excited, and his attack became more fierce, wanting to defeat Linghu Xiao completely and make him die in frustration...

At this moment, Mo Hua on the sidelines sighed slightly.

He knew that this was the end.

This basic tactic can only go so far, and we will need to use different ways of playing later.

Mo Hua slowly raised his arm, and his white palm finally stretched out from his sleeve, with two fingers extended.

Many sharp-eyed monks outside the field immediately captured this scene from the huge Fang Tian painting shadow.

They saw that Mo Hua, who had been watching the fire from afar and doing nothing, finally stretched out his hand from his sleeve.

Everyone's heart suddenly jumped for no reason.

"Is the leader of the Taixu Sect's formation technique finally going to take action?"

"First time taking action at the sword fighting competition?"

"The situation has come to this point. What does he want to do? What can he do?"

They suddenly felt nervous.

Inside the scene, Wu Ming, who was filled with murderous intent, also noticed something unusual the moment Mo Hua raised his hand.

He just "ignores" ink painting, but that doesn't mean he will really forget it.

The sword fight was a contest between five people.

It's just that this "formation leader" of Taixu Sect had never made any achievements in sword fighting before, like a "waste".

Therefore, everyone treated him as if he did not exist.

But at this moment, he actually raised his hand.

"What does he want to do?"

Wu Ming felt a little uneasy.

Then he caught a glimpse of fire and the basic technique being condensed, and burst out laughing.

"Fireball?"

"Just a fireball?"

"It's so far, he wants to use a fireball..."

Then, in just a moment, Wu Ming felt a "boom" in his head, as if a flaming cannonball had hit his head at an incredible speed that he could not even perceive...

(End of this chapter)