Chapter 109

"Perception?"

"Lingquan cultivation qualification?"

"Prefecture level sword inheritance?"

Don't ask the sky to smile. The nearby Tianhu and Xiaojiao also grinned foolishly. Their eyes stared at Kulai, some mocking and some disdaining.

Emperor Wudi, need to listen to a swordsman's understanding that the emperor of swordsmanship has not reached?

As for the cultivation qualification of Lingquan, he really doesn't care if he doesn't ask the heaven. Mo's family has a spiritual pulse. Cultivating in the spiritual pulse, even if it's not as good as this Lingquan, it's not far away.

As for the last prefecture level sword inheritance

"The prefecture level sword technique can also be called inheritance?"

There was a touch of mischief in the corner of his mouth. In his mind, heaven level sword techniques were not interested in practicing, let alone earth level sword techniques.

"Well... You call Kulai, right?"

Looking at the withered in front of me, don't ask the sky and ask with a smile.

"That's right!"

Kulai frowned and nodded.

Seeing Mo Wentian's abusive eyes, the withered heart suddenly had a bad premonition.

"The swordsman in Liuzhong wasteland is already good!"

After walking around Kulai for two times, Mo Wentian nodded with satisfaction, and then said with a smile: "I give you a chance to surrender to me, Mo Wentian, how about I let you join my sword King pavilion?"

"Sword King pavilion?"

"Give me a chance?"

Kulai was stunned, and the others also looked at Mo Wentian with consternation on their faces.

Is there such a force in Xianjian city?

"What kind of forces is this sword King pavilion? How come I have never heard of it!"

"It should be a small third-class force!"

"If the third-class forces dare to invite Kui, isn't it death?"

……

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian and sneered. They didn't grasp the good opportunity, but now they invited Kulai. Who is Kulai? That's the strong man of the Tiansha gang.

Let alone a third-class force, even a second-class force, Kulai did not take it to heart.

"Boy, you want to invite me to join the sword King Pavilion... Hahaha..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Ku Lai suddenly laughed, and then said with disdain on his face, "boy, do you know what force my Tiansha Gang is?"

"What forces?"

Don't ask the sky and ask with a smile.

"Wait!"

"Boy, do you know what a first-class force is? There are only two first-class forces in the whole fairy sword city. Even if the people of our Tiansha sect kill you, the sect elders won't care!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai said arrogantly.

"So awesome..."

Don't ask evil, smile, and then say with a smile: "so, you don't want this opportunity!"

"Opportunity!"

The withered face was completely cold.

He has spoken about the strength of the Tiansha sect, but don't ask the sky, but he is still inviting him to join the shit sword King Pavilion. This is no longer ignorance, but

Naked provocation.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said coldly.

"This boy is killing himself!"

"Dare to talk to Ku Lai like this, he's finished!"

"Poor boy..."

……

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian with sneers in their eyes.

Arrogance, ignorance!

"Boss, this boy is too arrogant..."

Xiao Jiao's voice rang out in Mo Wentian's mind again. If Mo Wentian hadn't stopped him, he would have killed this shit directly.

"What's the hurry?"

Don't ask heaven to smile indifferently. It's been a day since he entered the Xianjian gate. He has fought more than a dozen second-class forces in the whole city, and the first-class forces have also been brought out!

But now, beggar Botong has not appeared.

There is only one possibility. His request is a little troublesome!

That is to say

He wanted to enter the four elephant gate, but was rejected by the sword emperor of the four elephant gate!

"I'm bound to enter the four elephant gate. If I don't come out, I'll beat you out!"

Indifferent smile, don't ask the sky, eyes, suddenly cold down.

"I don't ask the sky, set up the first-class sword King Pavilion!"

In front of the inn, looking at a group of Xianjian sect disciples who were talking about it, Mo Wentian's arrogant voice suddenly sounded in the void.

"Set up the sword King Pavilion. It turned out that the sword King pavilion was just set up by this boy!"

"This boy, too arrogant, just came to Xianjian gate, dare to establish a force!"

"The newly established force invited elder martial brother Kulai, which was completely killing..."

……

In an instant, there was a lot of noise in front of the inn. A group of people looked at Mo Wentian and looked like watching the play.

Withered face, also instantly gloomy down.

Set up sword King Pavilion.

Don't ask the sky. This is playing him like a monkey!

"Boy, you said you wanted to establish a first-class force?"

It seems that he thought of something. Kulai suddenly looked at Mo Wentian with a mocking face.

"What's wrong?"

Don't ask the sky, looking at Kulai, frown and ask.

"Boy, do you know the conditions for establishing a first-class force? What kind of cat and dog do you think can also establish a first-class force?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai's eyes are full of ridicule.

"What conditions?"

Don't ask the sky.

"Boy, if you don't know, I'll tell you!"

"In order to establish a first-class force in Xianjian City, there must be true disciples, and among the first-class forces, there must be a swordsman in heaven and more than ten swordsmen with sword souls."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai said with disdain on his face.

"True disciple?"

Mo Wentian smiled, and then the light in his hand flashed, and a waist token appeared in the palm of Mo Wentian's hand.

"Beggar elder's identity card!"

A group of people exclaimed. Don't ask heaven. The waist token in his hand is beggar Botong's.

"What is your relationship with beggar elder?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai asked coldly.

"Little fellow, at the beginning, the beggar elder said in person that with this waist token, you can directly become a true disciple, you say..."

"Are my requirements met?"

Don't ask the sky and say with a smile.

"Become a true disciple directly!"

There was a lot of noise in front of the inn. A group of people looked at Kulai and finally knew why the first-class force of Tiansha gang would directly invite Mo Wentian.

When you get started, you become a true disciple. This is the first row in the Xianjian gate.

"Even if you become a true disciple, can you meet other requirements of the sword King pavilion?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai said calmly.

"Other requirements?"

Mo asked the sky with a faint smile, and then suddenly shouted coldly, "Xiao Jiao, who dares not to surrender today, then kill!"

"Killed?"

A group of people were staring at Mo Wentian with stunned faces.

But the next moment, everyone's face changed.

"Roar..."

A roar came, and a very fierce breath suddenly came out violently. In front of the inn, a dozens of feet of ice soul Jiao suddenly appeared.

"Boss, I have endured this boy for a long time..."

Xiao Jiao's excited voice rang out in Mo Wentian's mind. He saw Xiao Jiao move the dragon to swing its tail and directly pull it down towards Kuo.

"What's going on?"

"Monster of the third level peak, my God!"

"Run away!"

……

Some third-class forces watching the excitement quickly fled and rushed, and even a dozen second-class forces also looked at Bing Lingjiao with astonishment on their faces, and then hurriedly retreated.

"Level three peak monster, how can you have level three peak monster?"

Kulai's eyes are full of miracles. The demon beast at the third level peak has at least the same combat power as the swordsman in the realm of heaven.

"Ho ho..."

"Boom..."

The small Jiao's tail was drawn madly towards the withered.

"White tiger sword soul!"

"Ancient sword technique!"

A sense of flood and famine spread. In Kulai's hand, a cyan sword appeared, with purple sword Qi, turning into several huge white tigers and rushing towards the small Jiao.

"Mole ants also dare to shake the giant elephant..."

Seeing the white tiger rushing, Xiao Jiao disdained to smile and tore the white tiger to pieces with a few claws.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood gushed from the withered mouth, which was torn by the small Jiao. It was the withered white tiger sword soul.

The soul of the sword was injured, and the withered body was also slightly injured.

"Surrender, or die!"

Don't ask the sky. The cold voice came out, and the withered body trembled slightly. I saw Xiao Jiao directly blocking his retreat.