Chapter 119

"Senior, I have really accomplished it." Xu Wuzhou answered the old man.

The old man pretended to sleep again and ignored Xu Wuzhou.

Xu Wuzhou had no choice but to leave with these unsophisticated fighting skills.

After Xu Wuzhou left, the old man opened his eyes, looked at Xu Wuzhou's back and murmured, "Qi and blood broke through the limit and reached the point where anode generates Yin. Ancient Tianjiao was nothing more than that. They just wanted to be Tianjiao, but... These Tianjiao died the fastest. People always become the best one, but excellence represents responsibility and it's very tired to carry it."

"It's tiring to carry, but people in the world are like you. If they can only escape, it's just a muddle through life." Mo Daoxian doesn't know when to appear.

The yellow tooth old man looked at Mo Daoxian and said, "what do you want to do? Bring daozong into a sea of corpses?"

"Although I am old, I still have hot blood. If I live in a muddle, it's better to fly moths to the fire." Mo Daoxian replied.

The yellow tooth old man was silent for a long time. Looking at Mo Daoxian, he said, "you are too extreme."

"It's because I'm not a gentleman that I can become the leader of the Taoist sect, isn't it?" old man Mo Daoxian said. "There is no resentment in the hearts of the Taoist sect. The Taoist sect has been a gentleman for too long and needs a bastard like me. This is the will of the Taoist sect. I don't know what to choose, senior..."

The yellow tooth old man smiled and said, "so... You want the Taoist Lord's ring and order us old guys with the Taoist Lord's keepsake?"

"Of course!" said Mo Daoxian, "and I'll get the Lord's ring soon."

"Xu Wuzhou, how do you arrange it? He really has the qualification to enter the hundred show list." the yellow tooth old man asked.

"Don't lay it out. The boy is good at playing. He's good at making things. As long as I stand behind him, he will do it himself. I didn't know he was so excellent that he broke through the limit of red sun. Well, he has a future. I'm ready to cultivate him well," said Mo Daoxian, "In a few days, I'll take him to Jixia school palace."

"..." said the old man with yellow teeth, "you are not afraid that he will be killed!"

"If you don't want him to die, pass on your fighting skills to him. Otherwise... It's also your responsibility to kill him." Mo Daoxian said irresponsibly, "a group of old guys have some skills to hide. Half of the disciples of daozong are your responsibility."

The yellow tooth old man shook his head and didn't explain to Mo Daoxian. If they didn't hide and tuck in, the disciples of daozong would die more.

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Xu Wuzhou naturally didn't know the dialogue between Mo Daoxian and the old man Huang Ya. With some war skills, he went to the martial arts arena.

In the martial arts arena, many disciples practice and compete.

Xu Wuzhou's work as an external disciple is to transport the damaged weapons back to the waste tower first. Xu Wuzhou is very happy with this work.

It's just... The disciples of the duel are too useless and don't know how many weapons to damage. They are so weak every day.

When he arrived at the martial arts arena, Xu Wuzhou put the scrap iron piled aside on the cart. He couldn't help looking at a pagoda on the left, which was full of weapons.

Xu Wuzhou wanted to go in and fish in troubled waters, but when he thought of someone guarding him, Xu Wuzhou gave up the idea. He swallowed weapons under the eyes of others, unless he thought others knew he had a black bowl.

"Shengfeng disciple, he is indeed the worst of the nine peaks." just as Xu Wuzhou was pushing a cart to go, a man directly hit his cart. The scrap iron of the cart was scattered everywhere.

Xu Wuzhou was stunned and looked into the field. He found that the three disciples of Shengfeng were beaten and lying on the ground in the martial arts hall. It was the disciples of Wufeng who spoke proudly.

"Cui Yiming, we can't represent the disciples of Shengfeng. We are not as skilled as others. Don't insult the disciples of Shengfeng." a disciple of Shengfeng stood up and shouted angrily.

The man who was called Cui Yiming shook his head and said, "I heard you have a good presence among the disciples of the inner sect. The three five innate environments can't beat me together. What's the problem with this sentence?"

"You..." a disciple of Shengfeng shouted angrily.

"If you lose, just hand over the resources of the disciples this month," Cui Yiming said.

Unwilling, they took out the resources they had just received from their arms and threw them to Cui Yiming.

"Alas, why? You bet with me when you know you will lose. With limited resources, you will fall behind even more." Cui Yiming sighed, "I went to other peaks to challenge. I didn't lose so fast as you. No wonder Jiufeng Shengfeng is the shortest."

"..." Xu Wuzhou listened with a puzzled face.

Isn't the holy peak the strongest? Why... It is the weakest in the eyes of other peaks.

Holy peak has the least number of disciples. Isn't that why the disciples are unwilling to enter the holy peak?

"The peaks compete with each other and bet on resources. We are not as skilled as others. But I hope you will keep your mouth shut. My holy peak is not alone." disciple Leng hum said.

"Anyway, now I don't see any brilliant disciples of your holy peak." Cui Yiming said, "prepare well. Soon there will be a new round of resource allocation. If you want to be like this, there will be less resources allocated."

In a word, many disciples blushed. In this year's competition for nine peaks, their holy peaks are at the end. As a result, the disciples of Shengfeng are getting worse and worse than the other peaks.

Speaking of this, Cui Yiming threw out a war book: "it's just a convenient thing to come here to compete with you. I just sent the war book on behalf of Wufeng wuwudi. I heard that Chen Changhe, the core disciple of Shengfeng, had learned his war skills and wanted to compete with him. I hope this war book can be passed to him."

While talking, the battle paper in Cui Yiming's hand flew to one person's hand.

The disciple was holding the afternoon, and his face was ugly. Wufeng is invincible. He is a strong person who can get through all the twelve classics in the congenital environment. He has heard that he has challenged hundreds of disciples of each peak and has never been defeated. He is a strong person who enters the Tao.

"We will tell elder martial brother Chen," disciple Leng hum.

Cui Yiming nodded, thinking that Shengfeng would come less in the future. It's no wonder that competition among the peaks has become popular, but no one is willing to set foot on the holy peak. This peak disciple is really weak.

He didn't hurt him by picking three at the same level.

Thinking about these times, I found that someone pushed him. Cui Yiming was pushed in a hurry and almost fell to the ground without being pushed.

"What are you doing?" Cui Yiming frowned and drank, cleaning up the ragged boy in front of him.

"You've stepped on my scrap copper." Xu Wuzhou looked at each other and said, "and... The scrap iron on my cart was knocked over by you. It's everywhere. You have to help pick it up."

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