The third scene.

Mo Bei faced a pretty boy from the Lin family. Although the boy was young, his mind was much more tenacious than the previous two Mo Bei met.

"Hey, you are the blood demon!" The boy's face turned slightly pale, but he did not show any discomfort. His clear eyes were filled with a hint of glossiness: "I know I am not your opponent. But grandpa said that if you want to become stronger, you must constantly fight with the strong and constantly hone them! So..."

"Don't expect me to be defeated without fighting like the ones before. You draw your sword!" The young man slowly drew his sword, stared at Mo Bei, holding his breath, and did not dare to be distracted at all.

Upon hearing this, Mo Bei showed a smile of praise on his face.

The next moment, at the moment when the boy drew his sword!

"call out!"

An extremely dazzling shadow bloomed in the air, like lightning. It was too fast to see clearly with the naked eye.

The flowing shadow flies in a flash, cutting through the sky!

The boy only felt a flash in front of him, and his movement of holding the sword suddenly stiffened.

"Then, what's going on?" The young man frowned, his face full of inexplicable ideas. He was about to use his sword technique, but now he realized that his body was no longer under control.

A chill came from my chest.

The boy lowered his head and subconsciously looked at his chest. His pupils gradually widened, gradually showing surprise and shock.

At some point, a big hole had been broken in my chest.

The blood is like a gurgling stream, constantly surging outward and overflowing.

"This, this..." The boy opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his blood involuntarily overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"Too, too fast...that's what...sword technique..." The boy reached out to touch his chest in disbelief, wanting to say something.

However, his illusory figure has begun to fade gradually, turning into a stream of shadows, gradually spreading, flying, and disappearing.

"No. 520, Mo Bei, win!"

After the sound in the illusion are heard, Mo Bei's phantom in the illusion also dissipated.

Mo Bei, who was sitting cross-legged outside and fell into a state of meditation, just opened his eyes and saw the handsome young man sitting cross-legged opposite him, looking at him in shock, his eyes had long been occupied by fanaticism and worship.

Seeing Mo Bei look over, the pretty boy, still with a little tender face, suddenly appeared a shy blush on his face, and his eyes were dodging, which made Mo Bei feel good.

Mo Bei stood up and walked over with a smile.

Seeing this, the beautiful boy felt a sudden slap in his heart and couldn't help but think randomly:

Just now, did I anger him a little? I actually talked back to him and asked him to draw his sword. Will he kill me?

The handsome boy became a little scared.

Unexpectedly, Mo Bei had already walked over and praised with a smile: "You are doing well. What's your name?"

Hearing this, the handsome boy was stunned for a moment and realized for a while. A strong surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. He looked up again and looked at Mo Bei. The fear in his eyes weakened a little.

"Brother Blood Demon... My name is Lin Yu!" The handsome boy never expected that the Blood Demon, who was comparable to the four geniuses, would actually talk to him on his own initiative, and he was so approachable. There was no rumor that he was so arrogant, domineering, bloodthirsty and cruel.

"Lin Yu..." Mo Bei murmured, muttered, then looked at him again, and encouraged him: "Okay, I remember your name. Practice well and strive to shine in Taixu Sect in the future!"

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Blood Demon! I will definitely work hard!" Lin Yu was unexpectedly surprised and looked overwhelmed after hearing Mo Bei's words, thanked him repeatedly, and jumped into the crowd excitedly with his sword in his arms.

The fourth game Mo Bei encountered.

On the fantasy arena.

"Thunder Sword Technique! So what about the Blood Demon? Go to death!"

The disciple with a fierce face and a centipede-like scar on his forehead was dancing wildly, and the sword in his hand was buzzing.

He opened his teeth and claws, walked as fast as flying, his body was shaking left and right, his sword light flashed, and as his long sword swung, countless sword flowers danced around him.

The strong wind suddenly rose beside him, slashing towards him, as if he was about to roll people away.

Mo Bei stood still, holding a sword, looking coldly at the disciple who seemed extremely fierce.

"Terrently!" The disciple's eyebrows were raised, his sword technique was extremely fierce, and he cut through the void with one sword and stabbed Mo Bei straight away!

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a sharp sword energy slashed across the illusion arena!

"Puchi."

The sword tip entered the flesh, and a dull sound suddenly erupted.

"Boom."

The previous disciple who was still fierce in his face for a moment, his body, which was still dancing with ferociousness, suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Uh..."

He slowly let out his last breath of turbid air, his body collapsed, and fell to the ground, and his eyes lost its color.

"Pretentious." Mo Bei curled his lips coldly, glanced at him from the bottom of his eyes, turned around and left.

The knockout system determines the winning or losing in one game, and the speed is extremely fast.

In one day, 1,300 disciples who participated in the competition were eliminated by nine out of ten! Only more than a hundred disciples were left.

The sunset, the setting sun.

Mo Bei, Long Haotian, Fang Luoyou and others stood on the edge of the stone platform, watching one disciple who failed the game after another beat their chests and stamped their feet, entered the bronze ancient gate, and were teleported back to the temple.

"Huh..." Ye Qinghong breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her budding breasts, stretched out her jade arms as tender as lotus roots, and said with relief: "The first day's competition is finally over. We are finally entering the top 100!"

Long Haotian rarely quarrels, hugged his chest and nodded, "Yes, yes, but the top 100 is just the first step. I have to follow the boss and enter the finals together!"

"Hmph, I must be the one who can enter the final with Brother Mo Bei." Ye Qinghong curled her lips and glared at him: "Just line up and stand behind."

"Ah, you a female, want to beat me too?" Long Haotian was surprised and rubbed his nose without believing in evil.

"What's wrong? Brother Mo Bei didn't say he looked down on us female cultivators, why do you look down on us?"

Ye Qinghong was a little angry, and stared at him with a pretty face and said angrily.

After saying that, a hint of cunning appeared in Ye Qinghong's eyes, and her tone changed, and she smiled and said, "I heard that you have been very close to Senior Sister Ye Ning recently, oh... I have remembered your words today. If you accidentally say something to Senior Sister Ye Ning..."

When Long Haotian heard this, he was so scared that he stuck out his tongue and laughed hurriedly, grinning, "Sister Qinghong, please say something well, why do you use a knife and a gun... This is the matter between us, why do you want others to know?"

Ye Qinghong hugged her hands with her chest, with a touch of cunning on her pretty face, and hummed, "So which of us is better?"

"Of course it's Senior Sister Qinghong, who dares not accept it! I, Long Haotian, are the first to refuse to forgive him!" Long Haotian immediately nodded and smiled apologized.

Listening to the two of them quarrel, Mo Bei's mood improved a lot for some reason.

The sunset fell on the stone platform along the gaps between the clouds, shining on everyone's faces.

How could the light of the vast sun be able to compete with the brilliance of the grains of rice? Even the afterglow is very dazzling.

After all the defeated men entered the Bronze Ancient Gate.

Grandma Shuiyue danced in the void, drawing out streams of light. As the streamer turned, it gathered into a light belt and penetrated into the ancient bronze gate.

The entire ancient bronze gate with extremely texture began to gradually fluctuate, ripples swaying, shrinking, turning into a stream of blue shadows, completely disintegrating.

Grandma Shuiyue looked excited, she bent down to look at the disciples who had dropped sharply to more than a hundred, and said aloud:

"Today's competition ends here. Tomorrow, when sunrise, gather here again. After a while, someone will lead you to your respective residences."

The vast sun is in the sky. The vast sun is in the opposite direction, which is a new moon that has just appeared.

The new moon gradually brightened, but the sun slowly fell into the clouds and disappeared in the mountains.

Mo Bei walked out of his house and came to the stone platform.

The bright and light blue moonlight fell on the stone platform. The cold wind blew, making the whole stone platform look cold and desolate.

The whole world, under the hazy moonlight, everything seemed blurry, as if it was covered with a layer of veil, and it seemed mysterious.

Mo Bei closed his eyes and carefully felt the fluctuations of the spiritual energy around him. After a while, he opened his eyes and said a little surprised: "I didn't expect that the spiritual energy here is actually more intense than the mountain stream I discovered. The secret realm is indeed a secret realm!"

"Okay, let's practice here and try our best to improve our strength!"

Mo Bei's thoughts moved and his true energy surged.

The green breeze behind him drew her sheath and soared into the sky.

The sword body trembled rapidly and couldn't stop whispering lightly.

Under the bright moonlight, a cold light shines out!

The sword edge stirred in the void, drawing out a few dazzling sword energy, like a crescent moon.

Mo Bei suddenly used force with his legs, stepped on the ground with his feet, jumped up, and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"Qingfeng Slash!"

Mo Bei shouted loudly, and his figure in the air stopped the trend of falling, soared up again, walked in the wind, and rushed two feet away.

The sword edge dances wildly, and the sword energy erupts.

Sword lights splashed out with fierce wind, making noises, endlessly.

Sword dance against the moon!

Under the cold moon, sword light flashed and appeared, and the sword shadows passed by, and the arc of the new moon suddenly appeared, echoing the crescent moon in the sky!
To be continued...