This was the first round of sword discussion for the Taixu Gate.
Almost entirely relying on Mo Hua's "formation drawing" to win.
On Taia Mountain and Mount Chongxu, several elders who previously had prejudices against Mo Hua were now starting to self-reflect.
Were they not friendly enough to Mo Hua before?
Were their smiles not gentle enough?
Should their voices be more amiable?
Meanwhile, at the Feng family stand.
Zhang Lan also slowly exhaled, sighing in his heart.
This child, Mo Hua, always so unpredictable.
In situations that seemed to have no chance of winning, he could somehow manage to pull off a victory... "Should have known it would be Mo Hua..."
Sitting in front of Zhang Lan, Great Elder Zhang's pupils contracted at this moment, even finding it somewhat unbelievable. "He's only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and yet he managed to draw three sets of second-grade nineteen-pattern high-rank formations?" "Is this... the Qianxue Formation Path Leader?" "Moreover, this Formation Leader is also skilled in concealment and movement techniques..." "A... Formation Master who won't die?" "This child will undoubtedly achieve great things in the future." "I need to find an opportunity to get to know him." Great Elder Zhang frowned: "It's just that I'm afraid he has such outstanding talent and high status, he might not be willing to meet an outsider like me, the Great Elder of a fourth-grade family..." "I wonder if there's a well-connected expert who could help introduce us..."
Outside the sword discussion arena, the vast majority of cultivators were still somewhat silent at this moment.
Then, one after another, sighs began to surface: "Taixu Gate actually... won?"
The development of events was beyond everyone's expectations.
An originally sure-win sword discussion match, thought to have no exceptions, took a sudden turn with ups and downs, and the Taixu Gate, which was expected to lose without a doubt, actually... won?
It's quite unbelievable. "The main reason was that formation, it was really too unfair..." "Three consecutive second-grade nineteen-pattern high-rank formations... I have never seen such a shameless 'sword discussion' before." "Depending on the power of formations, can this still be considered 'sword discussion"?" "Whether it counts or not, whoever wins is the strong one." "If you're capable, why don't you draw a high-rank formation on the spot?" "That's just sophistry... "How can this be called sophistry?" "These days, it's all about comprehensive development. A Formation Master who cannot discuss swords is not a good Spiritual Cultivator..." "But one way or another, this kid's skills, whether in spells, concealment, movement techniques, or formations, are all quite irritating..." "As the saying goes, like handwriting, like person, perhaps spells and formations are the same." "Heavenly Sword Sect really lost unfairly in this match..." "Seeing those formations repeatedly appearing on the city gate, I felt frustrated for Xiao Ruohan."
Indeed, Xiao Ruohan felt frustrated inside.
It was the first time he encountered high-rank formations at the Sword
Discussion Conference, and it was even three sets in a row.
If not for this, he would never have lost.
In this sense, he could be considered the first "victim" of Mo Hua's formation sword discussion.
His heart at this moment was like that gate that could never be cut through.
And when he saw Mo Hua backstage, his eyes fixedly stared at Mo Hua, as if trying to etch Mo Hua's image in his mind forever.
But being a prodigy of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was proud by nature and did not utter any threats. He simply gave Mo Hua a look and then left.
Mo Hua was slightly puzzled, muttering: "Why does everyone like to stare at me so much?" "Do I look very good-looking?"
Situ Nan, seeing Mo Hua's oblivious demeanor, sighed helplessly.
He had a premonition that after this battle, Junior Brother's "sword discussion enemies" were likely to start spreading to the "Four Great Sects"...
Generally speaking, the disciples of the Four Great Sects are more arrogant; they disdain mingling with the disciples of the Eight Great Gates.
But clearly, the hatred for a certain person broke this barrier.
As night fell, within the Tumo Order.
An anonymous cultivator quietly joined the Demon Slaying Alliance.
His name was "Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes."
But since more and more cultivators were joining the alliance, no one paid much attention at the moment.
Within the Tumo Order, everyone was fiercely discussing Mo Hua's "crimes": "It's one thing for his spells to be sinister, fine, his concealment being sinister, that's okay too, even his movement skills being sinister, let's not bother..." "But he actually took advantage of loopholes and drew formations at the Sword Discussion Conference!" "And they were high-rank formations!" "Despicable and shameless!" "Moreover, he used formations even more sinisterly, clearly intending to toy with others, releasing one set after another, just to let people experience despair, then strive to find hope, only to have that hope snuffed out, bringing deeper despair.." "Just thinking about it gives me a hemorrhage..." "His heart is too malicious..." "Even the ways of the Demon Path are nothing more than this." "Too dark..." "Truly disgraceful..." "Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes," who had been silently watching, muttered, "Yes."
Anonymous: "I still say, whoever can publicly slay Mo Hua at the Sword Discussion Conference, I'll acknowledge him as my elder brother on the spot!" Big Fool: "Okay."
Purple Mist First Fairy: "If you're short of Spirit Stone, tell me."
I Have No Tolerance for Fireball Technique: "Mo Hua must die!"
A group of people followed with the chant: "Mo Hua must die!" Unbearable Cold at Great Altitudes remained silent for a moment, then followed the crowd with: "Mo Hua must die..."