Zhang Lan also slowly breathed a sigh in his heart.

This child in Mo Hua is still so unexpected.

There was almost no chance of winning, but he could even win...

"It's worthy of being an ink painting..."

Elder Zhang, who was sitting in front of Zhang Lan, had his pupils slightly shrank, and he was even a little unbelievable.

"He was in the late stage of foundation building, and with such a little effort, he drew a third and second-grade nineteenth-patterned high-level formation?"

"Is this... the leader of Qianxue Formation?"

"Also, this leader of the formation is proficient in concealment and body skills..."

"A... a formation master who cannot die?"

"This child will definitely be extraordinary in the future."

"We have to find a chance to get to know each other." Elder Zhang frowned:

"I'm afraid that he has too good qualifications and a high status, so he refuses to see me, a great elder of the fourth-grade family, who comes from another place..."

"I don't know if there is any expert with wide connections, who can help you recommend..."

...

Outside the sword competition field, most monks were still a little silent at this time.

Then sighs sounded one after another:

"Taixu Sect actually...winned?"

Things were beyond everyone's expectations.

A swordsmanship competition that was originally almost certain, but no one thought there would be an exception. After a few twists and turns, the Taixu Sect, which was originally bound to lose, really... won?

It's really incredible.

"The main thing is that formation, it's really foul..."

"Three consecutive pairs of second-grade nineteen-patterned high-level formations... I have never seen such a slutty 'sword contest' before."

"Relying on the power of the formation, can this be considered a 'sword debate'?"

"No matter whether it counts or not, whoever wins will win is better."

"If you have the ability, can you draw a high-level formation on the spot?"

"Stressive words..."

"How can this be called improper?"

"At this day, we are focusing on a comprehensive development and a formation master who can't discuss swords is not a good spiritual practitioner..."

"But no matter what, this kid has all his skills, whether it is magic, concealment, body skills or formations, which are quite disgusting..."

"As the saying goes, the word is like the person, perhaps the same is true for magic and formation."

"The Tianjian Sect lost too unfairly in this battle..."

"I felt upset for Xiao Ruohan when I saw the formation that floated up from the city gate again and again."

...

Xiao Ruohan is indeed in a state of confusion.

This is the first time he encountered a high-level formation at the sword contest, and he still had three consecutive mates.

If it weren't for this, he would never have lost.

From this point of view, he is also the first "victim" of Mo Hua's sword competition using formations.

At this moment, his heart was like the city gate that could be blocked forever.

And when he saw the ink painting in the backcourt, his eyes were staring at the ink painting, as if he wanted to remember the ink painting forever.

But he was a genius of the Tianjian Sect, and he was arrogant and did not threaten anything. He just glanced at Mo Hua and left like this.

Mo Hua was a little confused and muttered:

"Why do you like staring at me so much?"

"I'm pretty?"

Situ Jian couldn't help but sigh helplessly when he saw Mo Hua's expressionlessness.

He had a premonition that after this battle, the younger brother's "sword-controversial enemy" might have begun to spread to the "four major sects"...

...

Generally speaking, the disciples of the four major sects are even more arrogant. They disdain the disciples of the eight major sects to get together.

But it is obvious that hatred for someone breaks this barrier.

At night, the ink slaughter order was under the order.

An anonymous monk quietly entered the Mo Tu League.

His name is "There is no colder than the height".

But because there are more and more monks joining the alliance, no one cares for the time being.

During the Ink-slaughter order, everyone was enthusiastically discussing the "crime" of ink painting:

"It's just that the spell is insidious, it's just that. It's not enough. It's insidious, and it doesn't care about it..."

"But he actually took advantage of the loopholes and drew his own formation at the sword contest!"

"It's still a high-level formation!"

"Despicable and shameless!"

"And the formation is used more sinisterly, obviously to tease others, so I release it one by one, just to make people experience despair, and then try to find hope, and then to erase hope, bring deeper despair..."

"Just thinking about it, I have a cerebral hemorrhage..."

"I'm so bad..."

"The devil's way is just like this."

“It’s too dark…”

“Disgusting…”

After watching the screen for a long time, I silently said: "That's it."

The nameless man: "I still say the same thing. Who can kill Mo Hua in public at the sword contest? I will recognize him as my elder brother on the spot!"

Big fool: "Yes."

The First Fairy of Zixia: "Tell me the missing spirit stone."

I am irreconcilable with Fireball Technique: "Ink painting will die!"

A group of people followed and said, "Ink painting will die!"
Chapter completed!