"This little girl's talent in kendo is really amazing." The female cultivator behind Sima Ying looked at the sword moves Mo Tong had just defeated Hao Lei and the others in the water curtain mirror.

Sima Ying nodded with praise, "You can achieve such achievements in kendo before you are a hundred years old. This kind of talent is quite rare even in the Fire City."

"It's a pity that she was born in Kuraki Castle and joined a sect that was not as good as the weather. If this talent could be combined with a stronger cultivation level, there might be another talent in our Tianmu Domain." Another male cultivator said regretfully.

Although this cultivation level is already considered a dragon and phoenix among people in Kuraki City, for the monks of the Lieshan Sect, as long as their talent is not too bad, they should be able to reach this kind of water level. A cultivator who can be called a genius should become a Jindan cultivator before he is a hundred years old.

Of course, this does not mean that the cultivators in Kuraki City are less talented than those of other major sects in the Tianmu Realm. The main reason is the resources.

Just like when Mu Wen was in the meridian, as long as he was willing to pay a certain price to find or manually create a place with rich spiritual power, and supplemented with suitable characteristics, he would break through many realms in one breath.

Most of the monks of Lieshan Sect reached the third and fourth meridians in one breath when they broke through. A few geniuses such as Sima Ying and Bai Feiyang broke through to the fifth meridians directly. Such strength made them naturally much faster than these monks in Cangmu City when they were practicing. The golden elixir before they were a hundred years old was not particularly difficult for them.

However, the monks in Kuraki Castle are different. Kuraki Castle itself is relatively remote and has always communicated less with the outside world. Many high-level treasures of heaven and earth are unable to buy even the spiritual stones that can be spent in Kuraki Castle.

It is not that we cannot buy it in other cities or even other domains, but it takes a lot of time to go back and forth. And as I said before, until today, the masters of the cultivation world have never been monks, but monsters. It is really not worth it to buy some natural treasures that are already expensive for the monks in Kuraki City at the risk of losing their lives. What's more, the most important thing is that without the guidance of senior monks of the major sect, how can these young monks know what kind of materials are consistent with them?

For various reasons, the monks in Kuraki Castle have always had a lower cultivation level than those in the outside world. Although there are some monks with good talent, if they spend all their time on the cultivation of spiritual power at low levels, it may be difficult for them to do anything greater in their entire lives.

"What a pity, what a pity." Looking at Mo Tong's figure on the water curtain mirror, Sima Ying could only repeat this sentence in his mouth.

Sima Ying searched roughly for the remaining monks, and the battle was still in progress, with eighteen remaining people.

"Don't struggle, even if you can delay for a little longer, it's impossible to escape from my hands. If you have any other means, then use it as much as possible. If not..." The three flying swords controlled by Mo Tong suddenly accelerated the speed, "Then go and meet with your teammates soon."

Not good, it's really not good.

Han Ran regretted saving Jiangshan and the others just now. If it weren't for using the "Long Life-Extension Cable", there would be a place left for the magic weapon he could use now. As long as he could use the thing he had given to him before, he would definitely be able to reverse the current situation. Unfortunately, due to the rules, he could not do so.

Han Ran barely resisted the attack of Mo Tong's three flying swords with cold sweat on his head. Due to his great disadvantage in cultivation, even if he could block Mo Tong's attack, his spiritual power consumption was a world of difference between back and forth, not to mention that he could not block such exquisite sword techniques.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and as blood was lost, Han Ran gradually developed symptoms of strength loss.

"Tsk, why is this Nine-Turn Mirage Array so realistic? Can even simulate the symptoms of blood loss?" Han Ran complained in his heart.

"Oh no, is it because of the loss of blood? Why did even the eyes start to blur?" Han Ran shook his head hard, and the consequence was that he was two scars added to Mo Tong's flying sword.

Although Han Ran had already tried hard to fight the beasts, the gap in strength still made him unable to cause any damage to Mo Tong, but he was just forcing himself not to end the battle too early.

In the end, Han Ran was pierced by Mo Tong's three swords at the same time and ended the first round of his rematch.

"Is it over?" Han Ran looked at his hands outside the Nine-Turn Mirage Formation, dazed in ecstasy, "This feeling of powerlessness is really a bit boring."

Although Han Ran was almost killed by Mo Tong, none of the monks around despised him. It took such a long time to face Mo Tong, who was able to cheer up, to lose for so long. You should know that Yang Xiaoxiao, a great disciple of the Lingxi Sect, was always beaten by Mo Tong, and he was unable to fight back even if his cultivation was the same as Mo Tong. Of course, if it were Yang Xiaoxiao now, the winner would be really exciting.

"Boy, can't you give up and resist earlier? Why do you have to make trouble for yourself?" A figure with great spiritual power suddenly appeared behind Han Ran.

Han Ran woke up from his loss of consciousness. He looked up suddenly and saw a face that made him extremely familiar, "Master."

Tang Hui, the real person of Chi Jian, pretended to be angry and patted Han Ran's head, "What do you want to ask you? You've heard it? You'll definitely lose. Why are you still being foolishly beaten by others as a sandbag? Are you an idiot?"

Han Ran touched his head embarrassedly, "Isn't this what you usually teach me by Master? You must not bow your head until the last moment. Only persistence is the prerequisite for the following to overcome."

"Do you still dare to talk back?" Tang Hui shuddered on Han Ran's head again, "Did I ask you to use persistence in this kind of place?"

At this time, several monks of similar age as Han Ran emerged from behind Tang Hui, responding to Tang Hui's words, "Junior brother (brother) just accept it. We have never seen the master lose in a debate. Anyway, he will use his master's identity to suppress others in the end."

Tang Hui glared at him, "You guys still dare to speak? I asked you five to represent our Chijianmen in the rematch together. What's the result? You three have higher cultivation than Xiao Ran, and they were eliminated earlier. What do you think?"

"Aren't we so lucky that we were surrounded by others?" a disciple muttered.

"Dare you still dare to talk back?" Tang Hui stared at the disciple with a fierce look.

"I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong, I will definitely reflect on it."
Chapter completed!