Mo Mansion, door.
Zhao Jiuge took Mo Ling'er up the steps made of big bluestone. The two big stone lions were still standing quietly at the door of Mo Mansion, but the aura of the eight men in black and light armor at the door became different, with a chill. The aura of love spread from Mo's house, and Zhao Jiuge's face was full of doubts.
As he walked up the steps to enter the courtyard of Mo Mansion, Zhao Jiuge found that the eyes of the eight lightly armored men guarding the door were all focused on him. Seeing the unfriendly looks in their eyes, his puzzled face sank slightly. , the incident in Mo Mansion's courtyard should be related to him. He took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and walked towards the courtyard calmly and calmly.
Courtyard.
As soon as Zhao Jiuge came in, cold hairs stood up on his body. Zheng Jie was like a pair of venomous snakes. He had been waiting for his prey for a long time, and his momentum suddenly exploded. He stepped forward and stared at Zhao Jiuge closely.
Hearing the footsteps, everyone raised their heads and looked at Zhao Jiuge. The young man's slightly immature face changed color, and immediately he looked calm and calm again, like a lonely person tossed in the huge waves. Boat, no matter how dangerous you are, I will remain unmoved.
Looking around, in addition to Mo Longjie and several old people from the Mo family, there were dozens of generals in light armor and black clothes standing in the yard. Mo Longjie looked calm at this time, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking. , and could not guess any emotions. In addition to Mr. Mo and Mr. Yao, there were several old people who looked at Zhao Jiuge with different expressions as if they were watching a good show.
As for the dozens of men in black clothes and light armor behind him, they were probably infected by Zheng Jie, the general of the family. Their whole bodies were filled with a murderous aura, and they stared at Zhao Jiuge with evil intentions on their faces.
A gust of wind blew up the leaves in the courtyard. Looking at this formation, Zhao Jiuge seemed to understand something in his heart, but he seemed to understand nothing at all. His face seemed calm, but he glanced at the crowd indifferently with a bit of stubbornness. But he remained silent because of the pride in his heart.
The high-spirited Zheng Jie looked at Zhao Jiuge's face, trying hard to see a trace of nervousness and uneasiness in the eyes of the boy who was ten years younger than him, but he was disappointed. The boy was as calm and calm as ever, and at the same time, he thought of putting on such a battle, The young man's reaction was that he didn't take himself seriously, and he couldn't help but become angry with embarrassment.
"Zhao Jiuge, I have always heard that you are very young, and your ability to forge your body and produce blood and your spiritual power are very extraordinary. Today I, Zheng Jie, the leader of the Mo family, have come to learn from you." He clasped his fists with his hands, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind. The impressive killing aura, coupled with the rather handsome face and the indescribable flavor, made the generals of the Mo family look at Zheng Jie with admiration, and even the faces of several old people from the Mo family who were unfamiliar with Zhao Jiuge showed it. He smiled, his eyes sparkling, and he nodded slightly.
Zhao Jiuge's pupils moved slightly, but he still didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Longjie. Mo Longjie had been there with a calm face and didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, he noticed that Zhao Jiuge looked at him and explained with a chuckle, "Oh, yes Like this, Zheng Jie came to me this morning because regarding the three-game appointment next month, the last spot was not given to him, and he wanted to compete with you for the last spot." He couldn't take his eyes away after he finished speaking. He looked at Zhao Jiuge with some inexplicable meaning in his eyes. Zhao Jiuge felt a little surprised and strange in his heart when he saw it.
Seeing that he had made enough gestures and issued a challenge, Zhao Jiuge didn't even look at him. Zheng Jie's nose was almost crooked with anger, and his eyes became even colder. He vowed to give Zhao Jiuge a look later during the competition.
Mo's backyard, the competition ground.
Zhao Jiuge and Zheng Jie looked at each other on opposite sides, and they had more or less opinions on Zheng Jie's actions. Although he was usually modest, it did not mean that he was not proud in his bones. Zhao Jiuge's environment since he was a child has always fostered the desire to repay kindness and revenge. A character with a clear distinction between love and hate.
"Come on, Commander Zheng." The surrounding generals shouted in unison, cupping their fists. Not to be outdone, Mo Ling'er shouted loudly, "Brother Jiuge, come on, Ling'er is optimistic about you." His two little hands were still waving, his delicate little face was filled with a hint of worry, and there was indeed some worry in his dark eyes.
Hearing Mo Ling'er's cute cry, the lake surface that originally looked like a wave of calm seemed to have been thrown into it by a small stone, causing a layer of ripples and ripples, and the corner of his mouth smiled softly.
At this moment, Zheng Jie moved, and with a bang, an invisible wave of spiritual power spread out, surging in the martial arts arena. His clothes rustled, and he raised his right hand lightly. The spiritual power in his whole body was running at high speed, injecting Putting the thick sword in his hand, he walked up and rushed towards Zhao Jiuge. In an instant, he saw an afterimage in front of Zhao Jiuge. He raised it high and slashed. The sword came like a silver moon through the sky. The sword was fast and steady. It rubs against the air and makes a harsh sound.
Watching Zheng Jie take action and draw the knife, Zhao Jiuge still stood quietly, his black clothes swaying slightly due to the fluctuations in his aura. The big knife in front of him moved from far to near, and the heavy big knife in his dark eyes also moved from small to small. It grew bigger, the light of spiritual power was slightly dazzling, the pupils slightly expanded and contracted, and swoosh, he lightly drew the light blue sword behind his back. It buzzed as if the sword couldn't wait and was eager to fight.
In the blink of an eye, the broadsword had reached in front of him. He stabbed lightly with his right hand holding the long sword. The tip of the sword accurately hit the tip of the broadsword. The long sword exuded a light blue light, which was not as dazzling as the aura of the broadsword. Like the silver moon whizzing by, a light like a grain of rice gently stabs the blade and restrains itself.
"Bang" seemed to be a plain contact, but it made a loud noise. Zhao Jiuge did not retreat a step, and the spiritual power of his body was constantly circulating throughout his body. Under the gravity of Zheng Jie's leap in the air, his whole body was fine, just like a little snake. Cracks spread from the soles of Zhao Jiuge's feet in twists and turns.
As soon as Zheng Jie struck, his entire tiger's mouth became numb. He took three steps back, let out a breath of turbid air, and his color became serious. Looking at the boy who was a head shorter than himself, he didn't even think of his strong spiritual power. Not as good as others.
The fight between the two people on the field seemed slow, but what everyone outside the field saw was indeed a moment. The generals in black light armor looked shocked. They did not expect that the usually majestic commander would actually be at a disadvantage, and they all stopped. Conversation and ridicule of the young man in the field. When Mo Ling'er looked at the scene in front of her, she smiled lightly, revealing her two dimples, her white teeth, and a faint blush on her cheeks. She was so excited that she seemed to be the one competing in the competition.
Mo Longjie's expression remained unchanged, and Mr. Mo was still smiling, but the expressions of the other elderly people also became darker, and they looked at the venue without saying a word.
Licking his lips and gritting his teeth, Zheng Jie rushed over again, his spiritual power pouring into his right hand crazily, instilling it into the heavy sword in his hand, preparing for a quick victory.
Zhao Jiuge watched Zheng Jie rushing over desperately, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the light in his eyes became condensed. Seeing Zheng Jie looking like he was going all out, he was no longer prepared to hold back, and again and again, Thirdly, Zhao Jiuge also began to feel angry. It would be boring if he did too much of anything!
Relying on his excellent physical fitness, he ran towards Zheng Jie. As soon as he reached the afterimage, he came in front of Zheng Jie. Zheng Jie was slightly absent-minded and praised the speed in his heart. Then, in Zheng Jie's wide eyes, he suddenly A kick hit the chest, causing pain in the chest and then losing its center. Zheng Jie fell to the ground with a bang and slid back a few meters. With a cry, blood spat out and remained at the corner of his mouth. He put his right hand on the ground and stood up.
Zhao Jiuge's right hand holding the light blue sword shook slightly, and several sword flowers came out in a flash. Zheng Jie's clothes were torn apart with a few crashes, but the skin was not hurt. It was just the spiritual power. This control is embarrassing.
Then he ignored everyone and walked towards his room lightly. The young man's back was so tall in everyone's eyes, but Zhao Jiuge didn't care at all in his heart. After practicing for so many days, From what I saw and heard in Dongyang City, Zhao Jiuge was no longer the novice who was practicing for the first time.
We also know that there are different levels of skills. Some skills can take a lifetime to reach the foundation building level, while some can make people skyrocket. The longer he practices the Sanskrit Heart Sutra skills, the more Zhao Jiuge understands this skill. The difference between the methods is that my cultivation level is low now and I have not been able to understand many things. Defeating Zheng Jie is a matter of course. Although I am in the late stage of moving the blood, my spiritual power gained from my cultivation is more pure and powerful. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but feel grateful to Ye Wuyou. Without him, his master would not have embarked on this path. Although the future will be difficult and dangerous, he has no regrets.