"not good" Above the stands, Elders Fenkong and Duan Ming, who had been waiting in full formation, suddenly changed their expressions, and their figures disappeared directly, appearing across the void in front of the crystal palm print.
Elder Duan Ming grabbed Huya Feng, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, and dashed aside.
Elder Fenkong, however, stretched out his palm, and powerful spiritual power surged out from his palm, intending to resist Mo Zhiyao's crystal palm print.
However, before Elder Fenkong's palm power could be fully released, Mo Zhiyao below grasped the huge crystal palm print containing world-destroying power, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then followed.
With Mo Zhiyao's palm flipping, he turned invisible and disappeared.
Elder Fenkong, whose robes were blown tightly against his skin by the harsh wind of his palm, suddenly had a look of surprise in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, Mo Zhiyao could control such a fierce move and send and receive it at will.
And with his eyesight, he could naturally see that even if he and Elder Duan Ming did not take action, Mo Zhiyao had no intention of killing Hu Yafeng on the spot.
Elder Fenkong could tell, and Elder Duan Ming naturally also saw the clues, so his gaze on Mo Zhiyao softened a lot.
After removing his palm prints, Mo Zhiyao also dispersed the spiritual power fluctuations in his body, and the blood-red color in his eyes also slowly faded away.
Elder Fenkong and Elder Duan Ming, who was holding Huya Feng, also slowly fell from mid-air.
And Huya Feng, who had circled around the gate of hell, had returned to his human form at this moment, his face was extremely pale, and there was a complicated look of horror and fear in his eyes when he looked at Mo Zhiyao.
Looking at Elder Fenkong and Elder Duan Ming who were sitting in front of him, Mo Zhiyao bowed slightly and saluted without speaking a word.
The outcome of this battle on Taoism is already extremely obvious.
All that remains is to get back the trophy that he deserves, the demon core of the Ghost Faced Crocodile.
However, the demon core of the Ghost-Faced Crocodile was now in the hands of Elder Duan Ming.
Mo Zhiyao couldn't speak directly, so he simply kept silent.
Anyway, with Elder Fenkong here, there is no need to worry about the other party defaulting on the bill.
"It is true that a hero emerges from a young age.
I have long heard that a monster named Mo Zhiyao emerged from Nanyuan.
Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I am convinced."
Elder Duan Ming's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he looked at Mo Zhiyao nodded and said.
"Elder Duan Ming is so impressed."
Mo Zhiyao smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said.
"What, he is Mo Zhiyao?"
Hu Yafeng, who was standing next to Elder Duan Ming and was breathing heavily, was startled when he heard this, and then a look of horror filled his face.
Not only Huya Feng, but also all the Demon Soul Sect disciples who came to him at this moment, when they heard the name said by Elder Duan Ming, they were all stunned.
Their eyes were full of shock, and they all gathered in Mo Mo.
On Zhiyuan's body.
"It turns out that you are the Mo Zhiyao who killed Gu Sen and defeated the elder of Beishan Pavilion."
Hu Yafeng looked at Mo Zhiyao with his eyes, and after a while, he said with a breath of air.
"You should be talking about me."
Mo Zhiyao rubbed his nose and said with some surprise.
He really didn't expect that he would be so famous.
"No wonder he's so powerful.
It's not unfair to lose at your hands."
After a moment, Hu Yafeng said in a low voice with a forced smile with a bitter taste on his face.
"Okay, this battle on Taoism is over.
Speaking of which, Elder Duan Ming and your Demon Soul Sect have produced many good talents this year.
I'm envious."
Elder Fenkong laughed and said. , but on his face, there was no trace of the so-called "envy", and the look of pride was extremely obvious.
"Envy, then I will trade these disciples for one of you, Mo Zhiyao, are you willing?"
Elder Duan Ming cursed in his heart, but an extremely painful smile appeared on his face.
Because of the previous bet, now he wanted to take out the demon core of the Ghost-Faced Crocodile, which would cut out his heart.
"Elder Duan Ming, look at the demon core of that ghost-faced crocodile."
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Looking at Elder Duan Ming, who was about to cry with a bitter look on his face, Elder Fenkong felt extremely happy and said with a smile.
"I am willing to admit defeat.
This demon core of the Ghost-Faced Crocodile will belong to Little Friend Mo."
His heart was bleeding, but he still wanted to show a look of indifference on his face.
Elder Duan Ming took the demon core with a look of pain on his face.
A ghost-faced crocodile demon core exuding strong spiritual power fluctuations was handed to Mo Zhiyao.
Turning around, out of reach of Elder Fenkong, he glared at Hu Yafeng fiercely.
The latter's face was also flushed, his head was drooped, and he did not dare to speak.
Mo Zhiyao took the demon core of the ghost-faced crocodile with fiery eyes, his heart blossomed with joy, and then he cupped his fists and saluted.
"Thank you, Elder Duan Ming."
After saying that, he unceremoniously put the demon core into Nayu.
After a few more pleasantries, the bitter elder Duan Ming obviously lost his mood to stay.
He bowed his hand to Fen Kong, then turned around and led a group of Demon Soul Sect disciples, looking quite pessimistic.
Meaning, left Nanyuan.
After watching the disciples of the Demon Soul Sect leave, the entire arena suddenly erupted in shocking cheers.
This battle made Mo Zhiyao's height in the minds of these Nanyuan disciples reach its peak.
I had heard about it before, but after seeing it with my own eyes today, these disciples, who have always been proud and arrogant, also sincerely admired Mo Zhiyao.
"You boy, the limelight this time is too great."
Elder Fenkong reached out and patted Mo Zhiyao on the shoulder, with a look of unconcealable joy on his face, and said with a smile.
"Disciple doesn't dare."
Facing this heavyweight whose status is second only to the Great Elder Zuo Changfeng, Mo Zhiyao said humbly.
"Well, you performed well today.
If it weren't for you, our Nanyuan would be in great disgrace."
Elder Fenkong waved his hand, then turned his eyes to look at the surrounding Nanyuan disciples, but his face turned gloomy. down.
"You bunch of bastards, you are usually better than the other, but at the critical moment, you are all useless.
Why don't you go back to practice here?"
Elder Fenkong didn't have a good face towards the rest of his disciples.
It's not his fault for being so angry about what happened today.
It was really these boys who failed to live up to their expectations.
Seeing Elder Fenkong's rage, the disciples suddenly fell silent, shrank their necks, and then ran quickly outside the arena like a group of rabbits being chased by hungry wolves.
"There are still two months to go before the Sky-Splitting Competition.
Those truly powerful disciples in Nanyuan are now going out to practice and seize the time to improve their combat power.
You must also work harder. , strive for a good ranking."
Turning around, Elder Fenkong changed his face, and a kind smile appeared on his face, and said to Mo Zhiyao.
"Disciple thanks Elder Fenkong for his teachings," Mo Zhiyao said quickly.
Elder Fenkong seemed to suddenly remember something, and then said: "Zhiyao, I heard from the great elder that your goal seems to be the top spot in this Sky-Splitting Ranking Competition, right?"
Mo Zhiyao was startled when he heard this.
It seemed that Elder Fenkong had a close relationship with Zuo Changfeng, otherwise he would not have gotten the news.
He nodded quickly.
"With the fighting prowess you have shown today, among the current Nanyuan disciples, there are only a few Bai Xie and Mo Yan who are qualified to fight you.
But these few of them should not be your opponents.
They are really against you.
The one who is threatening is Hong Yan.”
"Brother Shu Hongyan" Mo Zhiyao's face became solemn when he heard this.
He had heard this name mentioned by countless people.
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Even the great elder Zuo Changfeng praised her highly.
"However, that girl Hong Yan's talent is also extremely evil.
She can be said to be the undisputed number one among Nanyuan's disciples.
When she left Nanyuan and went out to practice, she was already in the middle stage of the Four Marks Hedao.
Now that it has been four years, I think this girl's cultivation will definitely reach a higher level.
She will come back to participate in the Sky-Splitting Competition, so you have to work harder when the time comes."
Elder Fenkong said with a serious face. .
"Disciple understands."
Mo Zhiyao nodded and said.
Fenkong smiled, and after giving Mo Zhiyao a few more words, he left the arena calmly.
It can be seen that this time Mo Zhiyao defeated Huya Feng, which made Elder Fenkong look at him with admiration.
"Brother Shu Hongyan?"
Mo Zhiyao murmured, with fire flashing in his eyes.
No matter what, he must come out on top in this Sky-Splitting Ranking Competition, and he must win the source of spiritual energy.
Afterwards, Mo Zhiyao turned around and walked out of the arena with Dongliu Yanyu and others who had not left but were waiting for him, and walked towards his residence.
After that battle on Taoism, Mo Zhiyao's life returned to normal.
There are still two months left before the Split Sky Ranking Competition, and Mo Zhiyao has spent almost all of it on the Split Sky Road.
Not to mention Shu Hongyan, Bai Xie and Mo Yan, it is estimated that after this period of experience, when they return to Nanyuan, their cultivation will definitely skyrocket.
If they are against each other, it will definitely be a hard battle. .
Mo Zhiyao is now just a hair away from breaking through to the late stage of He Dao with five lines, so he is seizing all the time to practice hard, trying to improve his cultivation to the late stage of He Dao within two months.
And under Mo Zhiyao's crazy practice, the days passed quickly.
At the same time, as the Split Heaven Ranking Competition gets closer, the atmosphere in the entire Nanyuan becomes increasingly tense.
All the disciples are practicing hard and gearing up to achieve good results in the competition.
And that day, which countless people had been waiting for, finally arrived.
"Squeak."
The door opened, and Mo Zhiyao stepped out, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes, and walked out of the small building together with Dongliu Yanyu's people who had been waiting in the hall.
He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the rising sun.
The corner of Mo Zhiyao's mouth gradually widened with a hint of fighting spirit.
"Heaven-Splitting Competition, here I come."
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