Chapter 12
Like everyone else, after the miracle of the sage manifested, Mo Xinchen also sat cross-legged on the spot, protruding out with his divine sense, trying to comprehend something.

There are immortal scriptures and divine arts inherent in the heavenly court, but only after the Shengong Pavilion is repaired can Mo Xinchen get the exercises inside.

But to repair the Shengong Pavilion, the merits and virtues needed are too much, and it is almost impossible to do it in the short term.

Mo Xinchen was still very interested in the inheritance and orthodoxy left by the saints.

After all, the Shengong Pavilion has not been repaired, and he needs to practice some other exercises to enhance his strength.

"Ok?"

I don't know how long it took, Mo Xinchen stared straight at the wonder of the saint in the sky.

He seemed to see something, the holy light that fell from the sky, in his eyes, seemed to come alive, forming an ancient holy sword, and developing an unknown sword art.

This immediately made Mo Xinchen happy, and immediately put all his spiritual thoughts into it.

Time passed, and finally, night came.

High above the sky, the wonder of the saint gradually dissipated, and many people stood up from where they were, shaking their heads in disappointment.

Obviously, they got nothing tonight.

"It's a pity, I was only a little bit close to realizing the true meaning of it..."

"This year's spectacle manifests, and I am afraid that most of them will not be able to comprehend success."

"Ever since someone learned a holy technique from it 300 years ago, until now, it seems that no one has been able to succeed."

Although the spectacle dissipated, there were still many people discussing here on Saints Mountain, and they did not leave.

"Om..."

At the same time, in the gazebo, Mo Xinchen was sitting cross-legged on the same spot. At this moment, he closed his eyes and did not wake up.

A faint law of holy aggregates flowed on him, making him look like a son of god.

Gradually, what happened to Mo Xinchen attracted the attention of many people.

"what happened?"

"What does he seem to realize?"

"real or fake?"

Many people were surprised, and their eyes turned to the gazebo.

The Kunlun Saintess Jun Yingxuan sitting next to Mo Xinchen was the first to discover Mo Xinchen's anomaly. At this moment, her beautiful eyes are looking at Mo Xinchen, and the inside of them is full of splendor. I don't know if she is thinking wearing something.

"how can that be……"

In the distance, Zhang Feng, Li Rao and the others stood together, their gazes were also attracted to them, and when they saw Mo Xinchen in the gazebo, they couldn't help frowning.

Also surprised was Liu Zhiyan, the Holy Maiden of Taixu.

At this moment, she couldn't help but frowned. Mo Xinchen actually comprehended the inheritance of saints?
The more this is the case, the more it shows how wrong it was for Taixu to drive him out of the mountain gate.

That is the orthodoxy of a sage, and even if he only understands a little bit, it will definitely be of great benefit.

As long as there are no accidents, Mo Xinchen, who has realized the sage's orthodoxy, may not be famous in the Eastern Wilderness in the future, but at least, within the land of Youzhou, he can definitely be regarded as a first-class genius.

However, it was such a person who became Taixu's abandoned disciple not long ago...

"Om..."

Time passed, and I don't know how long it took, Mo Xinchen who was sitting quietly cross-legged in the gazebo suddenly opened his eyes.

An astonishing cold light flashed in his eyes, like a sword light, burst out, and cut towards the void in front of him, causing ripples in the void.

At the same time, a fierce aura instantly permeated the audience, causing many people around to breathe in unison.

"What a strong sword!"

"If the prediction is correct, he should have understood a sword art!"

Many people started talking, and at the same time, there was a look of incomparable envy in their eyes.

"Congratulations, Mr. Mo, for realizing the inheritance of a saint."

Beside Mo Xinchen, Jun Yingxuan spoke with a smile.

While speaking, she leaned towards Mo Xinchen again, almost touching Mo Xinchen's body.

The warmth and softness made Mo Xinchen's blood spurt almost uncontrollably.

"Miss Jun, please respect yourself..."

After taking a deep breath, Mo Xinchen could not help but move his butt to the side.

This little fairy is really too charming, and it is precisely because of this that Mo Xinchen dares not and does not want to get involved with the other party.

"Hee hee, Mr. Mo is afraid that if I eat you, you will fail?"

Jun Yingxuan smiled prettily, and couldn't help blowing hot air on Mo Xinchen's face while speaking.

"Made, this little elf..."

Mo Xinchen cursed in his heart, he could feel that Jun Yingxuan must have practiced some kind of charm, and he was casting it on himself at this moment.

Fortunately, I have the body protection of the Haotian Divine Art, which can protect against all evils in the world. After Mo Xinchen quietly operated the Haotian Divine Art, Jun Yingxuan's charm had no effect on him at all.

This immediately made Jun Yingxuan couldn't help but narrowed her eyes slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

But her face was still calm, and she said with a smile, "Mr. Mo is really special, I seem to be more interested in you..."

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Miss Jun, so I'm leaving!"

Mo Xinchen stood up straight away, and after saying that, he walked out of the gazebo and wanted to leave Saint Mountain.

"Brother Mo, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

And just as Mo Xinchen walked a few steps, several people suddenly blocked his way in front of him.

"It's Jiang Shaofeng of Guwu Jiang's family."

"The grandson of the elder of the Jiang family, he has cultivated in the late stage of the spirit transformation state, and he is one of the top [-] young talents in Youzhou!"

"What does he want to do?"

At this moment, Jiang Shaofeng stood in front of Mo Xinchen, and behind him were all the children of the Jiang family, probably as many as seven or eight people.

"What's up?"

Mo Xinchen narrowed his eyes, looking at Jiang Shaofeng and the others.

"You have realized the inheritance of a sage, and you are very talented. I always like to make friends with young talents, so I would like to invite Brother Mo to visit my Jiang family." Jiang Shaofeng said with a smile, looking very polite.

But as soon as he spoke, many people present couldn't help frowning.

Obviously, Jiang Shaofeng's desire to make friends is fake, but it is probably true that he covets the sage's inheritance that Mo Xinchen has realized.

If Mo Xinchen really wanted to follow Jiang Shaofeng to the Jiang family, he would probably be forced to hand over the inheritance he had realized.

In the distance, Taixu Saintess Liu Zhiyan frowned. She wanted to stand up and say something, but after a moment of hesitation, she finally held back.

The current Mo Xinchen, after all, is no longer their Taixu's disciple, so he has no reason to show up.

Moreover, the strength of a family of ancient martial arts should not be underestimated. These so-called ancient martial arts families are the same as the Holy Land. They have been passed down for thousands of years and have a strong foundation. Easily provoke an ancient family.

(End of this chapter)

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