Chapter 422 Danger is coming, Lord Sword
As the swordsmith master finished speaking, the whole place suddenly fell into silence.
Everyone looked at Mo Yu dumbfounded and kept making sounds of surprise.
"What, this man is the murderer of the master swordsmith's disciple?"
"I heard that the person who killed Sun Wuji was not a silver-eyed young man named Mo Yu?"
"Mo Yu...could he be Mo Yu?"
Continuous whispers filled the audience. No one expected that such a dramatic change would occur at the moment when the champion of the weapon refining conference was about to be announced.
The new champion of the Weapon Refining Conference is actually the murderer wanted by the Sword Forging Master?
"Oops..." On the stone platform, Feng Mu and Lan Yingying looked at each other, and their expressions suddenly changed.
The two of them were naturally very clear about Mo Yu's true identity. They originally thought they could successfully hide it from the weapon refining conference, but they did not expect that they would be exposed by the sword master at such a critical moment.
"Oh, this boy turns out to be Mo Yu." Qiu Yuanqiao, who was on the side, heard the constant whispers around him. His gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Since coming to the Western Region, he has also heard about Mo Yu, who has been causing a lot of trouble recently, and naturally also knows about the conflict between the latter and the sword-making master.
As one of the five elders of the Weapon Alliance and a veteran eighth-level weapon refiner, even Qiu Yuanqiao is quite stressed when facing the master swordsmith.
However, now the sword-making master actually came forward in person, accusing Mo Yu of being the murderer of his apprentice.
As a result, the title of the champion of this weapon refining conference may still be somewhat uncertain.
Thinking of this, when Qiu Yuanqiao looked at Mo Yu again, a look of amusement appeared on his face, as if he were watching a good show.
At this time, on the high platform, when he heard that the sword master was preventing him from announcing the championship, the old soldier's face suddenly sank.
Beside him, the beautiful woman Cai Ya and other high-level officials of the Weapon Alliance were also surprised. Their eyes looking at Mo Yu were full of surprise and shock.
Bing Lao's disciple Xiao Huohuo is actually Mo Yu who killed Sun Wuji?
"Don't talk nonsense when making swords. Weapons are the most respected weapon in the Weapon Refining Conference. Whoever refines the most powerful weapon is the champion. As an elder of the Weapon Alliance, how dare you break this rule!"
Bing Lao took one step forward and came to the opposite side of the sword master, shouting fiercely.
"Hmph, Bing Li, the origin of this boy is unknown. Coupled with his superb thunder power, he is very similar to the man who killed my disciple.
I am certain that he is Mo Yu, and are you trying to cover up the murderer of my apprentice? ? ”
The sword master refused to give in at all, looking at Mo Yu with murderous intent on his face.
Hearing this, Mo Yu also frowned slightly. He did not expect that although his disguise technique passed the test, he would be exposed in the process of absorbing the weapon mine.
When he was in Xihuang City, he used the Element Devouring True Thunder and the Black Gold Thunder Pill, but even the ancestors of the Tang family and the elders of the Black Sword suffered a lot. Therefore, with the wanted sword master, the entire Western Region knew about Mo Yu. He is a powerful thunder warrior.
Although there are many powerful people with thunder attribute fighting spirit on the mainland, it is indeed extremely rare for someone like Mo Yu to use the power of thunder as exquisitely and terrifyingly. Even the people from Fenglei Pavilion don't have this ability.
Therefore, as soon as the sword master said this, countless spectators looked at Mo Yu, vaguely believing this guess.
Bing Lao's face darkened and he shouted angrily: "Forging swords, no matter whether he is Mo Yu or Xiao Huohuo, as long as he can refine the strongest weapon in this weapon refining conference, he will be the champion. Do you want to violate this rule?" !”
After the words fell, the beautiful woman Cai Ya, the dark man and Master Huishan looked at each other with a look of helplessness, and then the beautiful woman said.
"Elder Sword Builder, what Elder Bing said is right. The matter between you and Mo Yu should be put aside for the time being. The rule of ownership of the champion cannot be broken."
Regarding the dispute between the sword master and the soldier, the three beautiful women did not want to interfere in it, but if they did not award the championship to Mo Yu, then it would fall on Qiu Yuanqiao.
This situation was obviously not what the Weapon Alliance or even all the Weapon Refiners wanted to see, so even if they offended the Sword Forging Master, Cai Ya and the others had no choice but to persuade him.
Hearing this, the sword master's face also darkened. If only Bing Lao could stop it, his current strength and prestige would not be irrefutable. However, if several other weapon alliance elders sided with Bing Lao, then with his own strength Obviously, Mo Yu can't stop Mo Yu from winning the championship.
However, this sword-making master was also a scheming person. While suppressing his anger, he immediately thought of something, looked at Mo Yu and sneered.
"Hmph, even if his strength is enough to win the championship of the Weapon Refining Conference, if he wins it in such a sneaky way, is it a humiliation to our Weapon Alliance?
Unless he can reveal his true identity, if word spreads, it will be a joke to our Alliance! ? ”
The Weapon Refining Conference is a famous event on the mainland, and the previous champions are also popular figures on the mainland, so there are very few people who remain anonymous. After all, this is the supreme honor of an Weapon Refiner.
Therefore, the request of the sword master is indeed not excessive. Even the beautiful woman Cai Ya and other elders do not want the incomparable honor of being the champion of the weapon refining conference to be awarded to a person in disguise.
Otherwise, if word spreads in the future whether the champion of the weapon refining competition is Xiao Huohuo or Mo Yu, this will not just make people laugh.
Bing Lao also hesitated at this time. He naturally understood the swordsmith's intention, which was to force Mo Yu to admit his identity.
As long as Mo Yu's identity is exposed, even if he wins the championship, he will still be in an extremely dangerous situation.
Seeing this, Mo Yu pondered slightly. The reason why he had disguised earlier was just to avoid the interference of the sword-making master and to successfully win the championship of the weapon refining conference.
Now that the championship is about to be won, he doesn't mind using Mo Yu's identity to get it openly.
As for the threat posed by the sword master, he was not unprepared!
Thinking of this, Mo Yu looked at the sword master and sneered: "Old man, don't you want to know my true identity? Then I'll show you!"
After the words fell, Mo Yu slowly placed his palm on his cheek. Following his movements, the eyes of everyone in the audience were also projected on him, holding their breath and concentrating.
The next moment, Mo Yu gently tore off a disguised mask as thin as a cicada's wings, and that handsome face and enchanting silver eyes were immediately revealed to the world.
"This son is... Mo Yu!"
On the audience stage, everyone looked at the face that was almost exactly the same as the one on the wanted poster, and they all looked shocked.
That person who once made a fuss actually won the championship of the weapon refining conference. Is this guy really a monster?
"In this case, I will announce...the final champion of this weapon refining conference...is Mo Yu!"
Seeing Mo Yu reveal his true identity, the soldier glanced worriedly, but thinking of the honor of being the champion of the weapon refining conference, a happy smile appeared on his lips, and he quickly announced. At the same time, I also hope that because Mo Yu won the championship in the weapon refining conference, the sword master can be more cautious and restrained.
After hearing the soldier's brief and powerful words, countless eyes immediately focused on the silver-eyed young man. After a moment, deafening cheers resounded throughout the earth.
Even a discerning person could see that Mo Yu had an irresolvable hatred with the sword-making master, but at this moment, when he won the championship of the weapon refining conference, Mo Yu was undoubtedly the most eye-catching presence in the audience.
Many young and beautiful women couldn't help but have little stars twinkling in their eyes and rippling spring water flowing in their eyes when they saw Mo Yu's extremely handsome face revealed after taking off his mask.
Lan Yingying and others also looked at Mo Yu with envy, who was receiving the attention of thousands of people. At this moment, the latter was undoubtedly the most dazzling protagonist in this film.
The champion of the Weapon Refining Conference is a symbol of qualifications and a peak power, because as long as the champions of the Weapon Refining Conference do not perish, they will eventually become powerful beings in this world.
This was enough for others to understand the astonishing potential that the seemingly thin young man possessed.
Bei Hao stared at Mo Yu angrily, with jealousy in his eyes, but more importantly, a kind of resentment. However, when he looked at his teacher, a gloating sneer appeared on his lips.
"Mo Yu, I didn't expect you to win the championship. However, my junior brother is rumored to be my teacher's illegitimate son. You killed him and then came to the weapon refining conference. You are really looking for death!"
While everyone in the audience was cheering for Mo Yu, above the sky, the sword master's face was as cold as ever. He looked at Mo Yu and said coldly and solemnly.
"You are Mo Yu, and you are finally willing to admit your identity. Today, I want you to pay for my disciple's life!"
Today, the master swordsmith has just met Mo Yu for the first time in a real sense, and his eyes are filled with incomparable killing intent.
"Forging swords, Mo Yu is the champion of this weapon refining conference, which means that he is already the honorary elder of our weapon alliance. You are not allowed to do it without permission!" Bing Lao heard this and quickly stopped him.
"Hmph, Bingli, you can't stop me. I want to kill this boy. Who in the Weapon Alliance dares to stop me!?" As soon as the words fell, the swordsmith master's powerful aura suddenly surged out.
At the same time, the sword master looked at the beautiful woman Cai Ya and others. Although they frowned slightly, they did not mean to stop them.
After all, the reason why they dissuaded the sword-making master just now was because they did not want the championship to fall into the hands of Qiu Yuanqiao. Now that this possibility has been eliminated, it is impossible for them to fight against the sword-making master for Mo Yu.
Seeing this situation, the old soldier frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. The Qi Alliance was a loose organization, and it was impossible for him to give orders to the other elders.
"Sword-making, no matter what, I will not let you touch Mo Yu!" Bing Lao stood in front of the sword-making master and said sternly.
Hearing this, the sword master frowned slightly, and then sneered: "Bingli, I already knew you were going to stop me, so do you think I have no back-up plan?"
After the words fell, the master swordsmith immediately shouted to the northwest: "Master Sword, I've got to help you!"
"Whoops!"
As the sword master finished speaking, a harsh sound of breaking wind suddenly resounded above the competition venue.
Immediately, everyone was shocked to see a giant sword with a height of ten feet, slashing through the sky and appearing above the square in a flash.
The giant sword trembled slightly, and then turned into countless light points and flew away. On top of it, dozens of figures slowly fell from the sky and landed in mid-air.
Among the dozens of figures, the leader was an old man. He was slightly short in stature and dressed in linen clothes. He looked like an inconspicuous little old man among all living beings.
But the discerning people present knew that this little old man was definitely an extremely terrifying existence.
Behind the old man, there are old men in four colors: black, green, red and blue. Behind the four old men are all carrying a powerful long sword, and each of them exudes a powerful and terrifying aura.
Behind these four people, dozens of strong men with sharp auras and long swords stood in front of them.
In the auditorium, countless people stared dumbly at the terrifying and powerful sword shadow in mid-air. The majestic and astonishing sword energy continuously poured out from these people's bodies, and in the end it directly affected the environment of this world.
"Sword Master, the person leading the group turned out to be the master of Wanjiang Pavilion, Master Jian!"
"There are also the four sword-protecting elders, black, green, red and blue. They are all figures who stand at the pinnacle of the Douzong. I didn't expect them to come too."
"Are these people from Wanjiange Pavilion?"
"What are they doing in the City of Ten Thousand Arms? To have such a terrifying battle?"
"Didn't you hear what the swordsmith master said? These people are all helpers he invited!"
"Help, I see. I remembered that Mo Yu was also being hunted by Wanjiange."
"In order to hunt down Mo Yu, Wanjiange mobilized so many troops. I am afraid that Mo Yu will become the shortest-lived champion in the history of the weapon refining conference."
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In the auditorium, the Wanjiange army fell into a commotion due to the sudden pressure from above.
They never expected that in order to deal with Mo Yu, Wanjiang Pavilion would launch such a large formation and bring out almost all the top experts in the pavilion.
Qiu Yuanqiao on the side was also startled, and then looked at Mo Yu with a sneer.
Wanjiange and the Sword Master are jointly pursuing him. Even if Bingli protects him, this boy will most likely die!
Thinking of this, Qiu Yuanqiao couldn't help but feel happy. So what if he won the championship in the weapon refining competition? It was not a dead end!
The sword energy in the sky is like a shield of heaven and earth. When it spreads to a hundred meters around Ten Thousand Arms City, it slowly stops, and then spreads out, completely covering the city. With these sword energy barriers, Ten Thousand Arms City has already Completely surrounded, no entry or exit!
When everyone in the city was panicking due to the sudden formation of the sword energy barrier, in the sky, the leader, a thin old man in linen clothes, slowly walked out.
His sharp old eyes slowly scanned the entire audience, and Master Jian quickly locked onto Mo Yu.
Immediately, a faint old voice, mixed with powerful fighting spirit, slowly resounded throughout the entire venue.
"Mo Yu, I am the master of Wanjiang Pavilion. The death of Sun Wuji, a member of my Weapon Training Hall, is related to you. Come with me back to Wanjiang Pavilion, otherwise, you will die!"
(End of chapter)