Abandoned Daughter Begins to Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 592
The school ground west of Mojia.

A few people were walking and chatting somewhere. The leader was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in black and carrying a sword on his back. He had a resolute face and exuded a faint aura of iron-blooded killing.

"Brother Mo Hai, in this competition that is held every 20 years, you are probably the only one who can compete with Mo Qianjue for No. 1." The young man who spoke seemed to admire the young man in black and complimented him.

Mo Hai said calmly

"I became a disciple of my master Duan Qiaoshan when I was 13 years old. I have traveled around the world with him for ten years. I have been to the Devil's Prairie in the north, to the exotic country of Mandala, to major empires with thousands of countries, and to fight against sharks in the deep blue sea. , I lived in the Mud Doll Desert for a month, and during the most difficult period I didn’t sleep for three days and three nights, without eating anything, so for me, a mere competition is not a problem at all.”

As for Mo Ming, although he has also experienced hard work outside, it is a pity that his cultivation level is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, which is not a concern.

"Hmph! Have you ever experienced great things? If you have never been in a sect, you will never know the importance of the sect!" Three or four more people came over not far away. Mo Tang, dressed in white, looked at Mo Hai provocatively. .

Mo Hai glanced at Mo Tang, "Indeed, the sect's training system is very complete, but in front of me, who has killed countless monsters, how much of your strength can you show?"

"Kill monsters? I thought you were going to say something." Mo Tang laughed and pointed at Mo Haida.

"What I have been practicing in these years is the skill of killing people with swords. Without my talent, hundreds of monks have died at the hands of outsiders. The master said that my talent is outstanding, even better than that of my sixth uncle back then!"

"Hahaha, your three-legged cat's kung fu is not worthy of being compared with Uncle Liu? What you call killing is bullying those who are weaker than you, right? Have you ever challenged someone stronger than you? Do you have the feeling of being on the line between life and death? ?Do you have any experience of turning defeat into victory? You have nothing, you just kill people to show off!"

Mo Hai's retort left Mo Tang speechless, and he lacked the confidence to reply.
"It's useless to say anything now. Let's go!"

After Mo Tang and his party left, the boy next to Mo Hai said, "Brother Hai, we support you, so Mo Tang is nothing special!"

Mo Hai shook his head, "No, seriously speaking, his strength is not inferior to mine, and is even slightly stronger than mine. You must know that the Frost Sect is most famous for its sword skills. No one has the chance to win, but victory or defeat is not simple." Use brute force."

"By the way, have there been any new powerful people in the Mo family recently? I don't want anyone with a dark horse or a white horse to appear among them." Mo Hai asked.

"According to brother's observations and visits these days, the top ten most controversial ones are the three sons of Uncle Liu's family, as well as you, Brother Hai, Mo Tang, Mo Ming and Mo Feng... these people, others should not be able to enter your Eye."

"Didn't I hear that Uncle Six's family has a bastard daughter?"

"I heard that she came to the family yesterday. She is a waste in the Qi refining stage. But I heard from my grandfather that she had a top-quality spiritual weapon in her hand. At that time, even the great elder was knocked away by the spiritual weapon."

"What?" Mo Hai was shocked

"Why didn't you report such a big thing earlier?"

The man scratched his head, "Didn't you forget to prepare for the competition? But Brother Hai, don't worry, the family stipulates that she is not allowed to use the spiritual weapon during the competition. Without the spiritual weapon, she is just a little waste, and there is nothing to be afraid of." .”

"Since there are no powerful disciples, I have a 1% chance of winning first place."

Mo Hai is very confident in himself. He firmly believes that the life and death training of more than 10 years will be an unshakable driving force for his future development.

Soon, Xia Chuxue was ready, and under the leadership of Xiangxiang, she walked towards the Mo family's school ground with her purple bamboo sword on her back.

The school grounds were crowded and lively. Almost all the servants and monks living in the Mo family came to watch the clan competition.In addition, some prominent figures in the imperial capital also came here, taking the opportunity to observe the strength of the new generation of the Mo family.
After looking around, Xia Chuxue found a relatively quiet place and walked over.

At the high VIP table, the clan leader and the great elder Zhang Lin were sitting. Next to him was a middle-aged man in brocade clothes, with a slightly rich body shape and an invisible intimidation in his movements.
It is obvious that he is a high-ranking and powerful person, and not an ordinary person.

"Master Mo, who is your grandson?"

Mo Lingtian laughed and pointed at the lowest position, "Those three are my grandsons, they made you laugh."

The man looked at the finger, narrowed his eyes, and then laughed.

"Sure enough, heroes come from young. Well done to your three grandsons!"

The great elder sneered beside him, with disdain in his heart, hey, so what if he is excellent?After all, he is not Liulang's son, and has no blood relationship with the Mo family.

The middle-aged man in Jinyi is the eldest son of the king of the Ice Empire. He controls the troops of the imperial capital and is a monk in the transformation stage. But no matter who he is, he is still several levels shorter than Mo Lingtian.
As the head of a super aristocratic family, that is not just talk. To put it bluntly, although the imperial family has the final say, the emperor must also consider the wishes of the Mo family when making major decisions.

Even if the person passing the throne does not have the support of the Mo family, they have to weigh it.

The dynasty's surname is "Yu", and the eldest prince, Yu Beihuang, is the direct descendant of the nine princes. He has extraordinary abilities and is also the most likely candidate to ascend to the throne in the future.

Therefore, he is very close to the Mo family, hoping that when he competes for power, the Mo family will not stop him.

Yu Beihuang looked at Mo Qianjue and the other three people and analyzed them carefully, "It seems that the rumors are indeed true. They are much more sophisticated than before."

Mo Lingtian smiled and nodded. These three children were indeed talented and talented, but it was a pity that they did not have the blood of the Mo family.

When the elder next to him heard this, he curled his lips in disdain. His grandson was also back, and his daughter was not weak either. It was not certain who would win by then!

Xia Chuxue was sitting in the corner of the crowd. Ever since she awakened to the power of blood, her whole body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not only are his ears sharp and his eyesight clear, even monks with cultivation levels within three realms higher than himself can see clearly. Their ears are also extraordinary and they can hear any disturbance in the surroundings without using mental power to detect.

As for the polite remarks on the stage, she knew that she didn't care. There were too many people here, everyone was excitedly talking about the competition, and no one focused on her, like a dispensable person.

Fortunately, she doesn't care about these.

Suddenly, a powerful momentum swept through the entire school grounds, causing everyone to become quiet and look toward the east.

"Hahaha, how can the clan competition held every 20 years not include me, Mo Tianba?"

The crowd automatically pushed aside a burly middle-aged man, who walked over at a leisurely pace. He was wearing a purple brocade robe, with a sunburst on his sleeves and exquisite patterns on the edges. A pair of tiger eyes looked towards it. Staring, the crowd in that place stopped breathing for fear of attracting his attention.

(End of this chapter)