Chapter 124 Lin Mo’s “poetry talent”! Despicable or powerful?
The audience immediately became lively and there was a lot of discussion.
From the moment Pan Peng entered the room, within two or three minutes, the number of onlookers doubled again.
This is the winning streak effect. The more consecutive wins there are, the more times the name will be refreshed on the stone monument and the more viewers will be attracted.
“Isn’t this guy the one who burned the bamboo forest in the morning?”
"Handsome and a bit mean-spirited, that's right! That's him!"
"What's going on with the burning bamboo forest?"
"..."
Soon , someone recognized Lin Mo.
There are not many foundation-building disciples in the Qingshan Sect. Even if they are more than ten or twenty years old, there are only two thousand people.
If there is any slight disturbance, it will basically take less than a day or two for it to spread on the Taoist forum.
The bamboo forest was set on fire in the morning, and he won consecutively at the Sword Forum in the afternoon. I think the name "Lin Mo" will soon be known to everyone in the sect.
Pan Peng thought secretly in his heart, looking at Lin Mo on the ring. The opponent did not start the next game immediately, but paused slightly.
【Ding! Congratulations on achieving ten consecutive kills, reward: 10 low-grade spiritual stones. 】
“There is a reward for ten consecutive wins, but you didn’t tell me that there is such a good thing!”
Lin Mo looked at the ten low-grade spiritual stones that had arrived in his account, and his expression flashed with joy.
The ten consecutive victories just now only took half an hour of effort. This is more profitable than burning the purple bamboo forest.
[Warm reminder: When you first enter the Jianghu rank, you will have a continuous winning streak and continuous rewards. 】
He immediately noticed the small text prompt below, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
Continue!
As Lin Mo thought, the system on the interface began to jump:
[Ding! Matching you with a suitable opponent, please wait...]
[Ding! Successfully matched opponent Fan Zhan, rank: newcomer (280 points)]
With a flash of light, a new opponent appeared in the opposite corner of the ring.
“He is the unlucky guy of Yellow Maple Valley.”
Some people immediately recognized where the players in the ring came from.
Compared to freshmen like Lin Mo, it is not difficult for old students who have been in the Lingxu world for a few months to recognize the styles of Taoist robes in each Taoist temple.
The male disciple named Fan Zhan looked a little ugly after seeing Lin Mo and the ten consecutive victory mark on the opposite side.
Pan Peng shook his head when he saw his expression and sentenced him to "death".
As a "veteran" on the sword discussion stage, he has actually summed up a set of experiences of his own.
Regardless of the strength, being timid before fighting is really a taboo!
"I seem to have met this guy before. His strength is pretty good. Now I have a chance."
Suddenly, someone said next to him.
Pan Peng curled his lips, a little dismissive.
Sure enough, as the countdown ended, Lin Mo charged with his sword. Fan Zhan was horrified when he saw this. He thought the opponent was a sword cultivator and panicked a little bit as he had prepared the Taoist formula in his hand.
Then Lin Mo seized the opportunity and fired with a face-to-face attack. A set of sword techniques disrupted his spell-casting rhythm, and the last one, a face-to-face lightning technique that was almost impossible to dodge, hit his head.
"Crack!"
A big hole exploded between the eyebrows, and it turned into white light and dissipated not long after.
[Winner of the ring: Qingshan Zonglinmo, points: +10]
[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 11 consecutive victories. 】
[Congratulations to Qingshan Zong Lin Mo...]
Another announcement with three blue marks was displayed on the stone tablet. Lin Mo easily won the game and achieved 11 consecutive kills.
Audience A, who had just praised Fan Zhan, showed a hint of regret:
"What a pity, this guy is almost building the second floor, he obviously has a chance."
Pan Peng chuckled and was about to retort when he heard a rich baritone voice:
"Humph, it's just waste, how can we talk about opportunities?"
Who is talking?
Pan Peng looked back, but didn't see anyone.
On the other hand, audience member A next to him looked a little unconvinced and said: "Lin Mo can only build one level of foundation. If Fan Zhan sees through his disguise as a swordsman, he may not have a chance."
Men's High School The sound continued: "Fight and not fight, retreat and not retreat, cowardly, just useless!"
It was probably because the other party's tone was too firm and had a sense of being preached by an elder of the sect, which made the person flinch slightly, closed his mouth, and did not choose to continue to argue.
The small episode in the middle of the auditorium did not affect Lin Mo's battle in the field.
【Ding! Congratulations on achieving eleven consecutive kills. Reward: 10 low-grade spiritual stones. 】
Seeing another reward arrive, Lin Mo's "fighting heart" burned brightly, and he felt a steady stream of power pouring out of his dantian.
“Come! Let us earn, ah! Have a good fight!”
Lin Mo's eyes were fiery and he clicked match again.
【Ding! A suitable opponent is being matched for you, please wait...]
Not long after, a new opponent appeared in the corner of the ring again.
So, Lin Mo straightened his green shirt first, letting the other party notice his Qingshan Sect's Taoist robe and the three lines on his chest.
As expected, the disciples who did not belong to the Nine Avenues Academy once again showed a trace of fear in their expressions.
So, Lin Mo smiled confidently and openly, raised his sword and charged...
A minute later, his opponent showed regret and fell under a Yin sword, turning into white light.
“Damn it, it’s this move again, how much this guy likes to play swordsman!”
The audience in the auditorium couldn’t sit still for the first time.
"Does the Qingshan Sect know that he is doing this? No one cares about him!?"
"Why do you suddenly feel a little embarrassed?"
"Good news: I saw the boss with 12 consecutive victories, bad news: he is a bitch."
"Haha, this trick It is also useful for newcomers. As long as the score exceeds 300, I can guarantee that no one will be fooled!"
"..."
[Ding! Successfully matched the opponent, rank: Newcomer (380 points)]
As if to confirm a certain viewer's point of view, the opponent in the next match really had a score of over 300.
And unlike the previous female disciple who took advantage of the situation, this disciple did not make any extra moves after entering. Even after seeing the green shirt and three tattoos on Lin Mo's body, his expression remained calm.
"Heh, let me just say it, this trick is only useful for newcomers who have not spent more than three months in the sword training arena. It is of no use to veterans."
Audience A He said proudly. A rich baritone voice sounded at the right time: "Haha, not necessarily."
Audience A frowned slightly, but still did not refute, just muttered:
"How can anyone with a brain be deceived..."
"Xuan Bing turned into sword light, Han Han Frost is falling in all directions!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo suddenly raised his sword and seemed to be reciting some sword tactics.
At this time, even the audience was slightly stunned.
Isn’t he a Dharma cultivator? Why are you really reciting the Sword Art?
Is it possible that he is really a swordsman who has refined the sword outside his body?
......
For a time, many doubts arose in the audience.
But soon, Lin Mo broke their illusion.
I saw the player on the opposite side looking at his long sword that looked very much like an ordinary Taoist sword with a confused expression. He had countless thoughts in his mind, and then...
"Heavenly Thunder Curse!"
An unexpected bolt of thunder popped out of Lin Mo's fingers.
“Crack——”
The contestant was caught off guard and was hit in the arm. When his expression was stunned, Lin Mo had already raised his sword to strike.
"Straight thrust!"
"Vertical chop!"
"Hang the sword!"
"..."
A set of basic sword techniques. Combo moves can easily take away players whose hands have been destroyed.
[Winner of the arena: Qingshan Zonglinmo, points: +10]
[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 13 consecutive victories. 】
[…]
The audience outside the venue: “…”
The rich baritone snorted: “Huh, interesting.”
At this moment, another group of new viewers saw the blue public notice from outside and chose to enter.
"Haha, come and watch the big guy who has won 13 consecutive victories!"
"Hey, I'm from the Qingshan Sect, my score is not high, I can't be a pure swordsman recommended this year, right?"
"As expected of the Qingshan Sect, it is very strong!"
"..."
The previous viewers were even more silent, and even wanted to say to the new viewers: Come on, there are no big guys here, and there are no swordsmen here, only "bitches".
One minute later...
"If God had not given birth to me, Lin Mo, the way of swordsmanship would be like a long night!"
Lin Mo held the Tao sword in his hand, but the other hand was behind his back Go to the back and start kneading.
When the player was shocked by the "extremely arrogant" declaration, he took action boldly and fired another thunderbolt.
One minute later...
[Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglinmo for winning 14 consecutive games. 】
【……】
New audience:? ? ?
Why does this style of painting look a bit wrong? Where is the sword cultivator you promised?
Why are you so secretly plotting against someone? ?
Old viewers who have watched several shows: Haha, just get used to it.
Thus, the next battle in the arena, although the process is not exactly the same, the style of painting is exactly the same.
“Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!”
“Easy business with one trick and one sword, and live up to your reputation for eighteen years!”
"The flying swords are astonishing at first glance, and they are spreading doubts and customs!"
"Hahaha, the sword is coming!"
"..."
With a comparison A shocking sentence blurted out from Lin Mo's mouth. Some of the audience in the auditorium opened their mouths slightly, impressed by Lin Mo's amazing poetry talent.
Some faces had expressions that were hard to describe, and some people had contempt written directly on their faces...
Lin Mo's winning streak was also rapidly accumulating, and he soon broke through the twenty-game winning streak, and quickly headed towards the thirty-game winning streak.
"This guy is really exaggerating. He has won almost thirty consecutive victories. He is invincible!"
"Bah! With such a despicable method, he can actually win twenty in a row. How many times?"
"Hahaha, Qingshan Sect has found a 'treasure' this time."
"Why is this guy wearing our sect's Taoist robes so embarrassing? Something?”
"Speaking of which, his luck is really good. He has won more than twenty times in a row, and all of them are disciples of the ordinary Taoist Academy. He has not met a single disciple of the Nine Dao Academy."
"This luck is really outrageous. That is to say, I have not met the disciples of Jiudaoyuan, otherwise How is it possible to fight all the way to this point?"
"..."
At this moment, the rich baritone voice sounded: "Huh, a bunch of short-sighted people!"
As soon as these words came out, many people were dissatisfied.
"Who? Who is talking?"
Everyone turned around, but no one found the voice.
When they all turned their heads, the baritone voice sounded again:
“A group of foundation-building wastes also want to find me!?”
As soon as these words came out , everyone suddenly felt horrified, even Pan Peng felt his hair standing on end.
Could it be that there is a Jindan boss in this auditorium?
But after a while of silence, the original audience member A seemed to be holding back his anger, and finally couldn't help but said:
"I don't believe it, if this despicable method was not used , he can get so many consecutive victories with only two level 1 spells!"
(End of this chapter)