The shadows of the square sky cover the sky and the earth, and the ink and wash are 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 beautiful appearance, looked at Fang Tian's paintings, wearing a mysterious and black Taixu Sect sword-discussing robe, with bright eyes and calm expressions, and had already had a look like thousands of people.

The calm and composed ink painting showed a gratifying smile.

At the same time, among the vast exterior monks, there were many eyes, both bright and dark, 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 stinky and unruly. He looked like a playboy who did whatever he wanted in the sect. Is it a Mo Hua?"

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

"That person looks cold, very rude, 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 together. The handsome boy with bright eyes and white teeth, eyebrows like the bright moon, and face like the warm sun. It made people feel friendly at first glance, like a spring breeze, and a slightly shorter boy.

"He is...Mo Hua?"

The originally noisy Ludao Mountain was silent for a moment.

Many people who don’t know Mo Hua 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...it's a little cute?"

"A young man 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 the heart."

"It may also be very perverted to look cute. People should not be blinded by the appearance of things."

"Yes, 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 leader of the Xuezhou Realm, can dare to participate in the sword contest, discuss martial arts with a group of geniuses, and compete for the swordsmanship..."

...

Countless monks and countless pairs of eyes were staring at the Mo Hua.

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, full of monks, both like ants, all over the mountains and fields, and like sea tides. , overwhelming.

But he couldn't see it in detail, 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 field.

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

Avoid the audience of demons, or high-level monks who are crazy and have ill-thinking intentions suddenly rising up and slaughtering geniuses who are fighting for swords.

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

The Ganxuezhou realm is a fifth-grade realm, which can accommodate monks from the feathering and even the cave realm, and can take full advantage of their efforts.

Once such massacres above the feather level breaks out, the geniuses 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 the Ganxuezhou area will also greatly damage their foundation.

There is a large array to isolate it, and it is not clear. Mo Hua then retracted 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 sects of Gan Xue, 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 a few rounds before they met, and then the battle was about to break out.

Cheng Mo took the lead and rushed forward.

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

Linghu laughed and activated Chongxu's sword energy.

Then, it's gone...

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

From beginning to end, Mo Hua stood there, without moving, and even his hands did not stick out from his sleeve.

The battle that was about to break out ended in just 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 outfields.

In less than a moment, people immediately rushed and talked endlessly.

"No...this is over?"

"Are you wrong?"

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

"It's up to 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 benefits like this, 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, letting us know that he is a sword contest..."

"It is also possible... he is hiding it?"

"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 Technique, and his thin arms and legs are gone when he is close to him. I didn't expect any ability he could have..."

"In my opinion, he is here to 'stalk'..."

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

On the contrary, those who truly know Mo Hua, such as Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, Shangguan Xu and others, 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, with such a grand sword competition, and so many "big guys" in the Taoist world watching, 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 mind, Mo Hua 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 Yuer'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 a picture".

However, it is safer to keep a low profile if you don’t take action.
To be continued...