Villains: The Empress Master was poisoned, and the traitor was ecstatic

They can't figure it out!

But they didn't dare to go against Master's will, even if they were not convinced in their hearts, they could only swallow this breath aggrieved.

Chu Mo glanced at the two kneeling on the ground indifferently, then turned and left.

In Chu Mo's eyes, these two were like jumping clowns, not worth mentioning.

"When did Fairy Qingchen change her temper and accept a male disciple into the True Inheritance?"

High above the sky, an old man with a white robe and a golden crown on his head hovered in the clouds, watching Chu Mo below with great interest.

This person is Long Teng, the master of Tibetan Sword Peak.

Although he is five thousand years old, he is hale and hearty and radiant. He looks about 40 years old, even younger than ordinary young people.

"Qingchen has always done things as she pleases, she can accept this kid into the true biography, this kid must be gifted in some aspects!"

It was Pei Hanyu, the lord of the Qiongming Sword Sect standing at the front, who spoke, with a smile on his beautiful face and a look of approval in his eyes.

She has long noticed that Chu Mo's body contains extremely strong sword intent, and it is also very pure, which is a material that can be made.

"Oh?"

"The suzerain is optimistic about him?"

At this time, two familiar voices came from a distance, followed by two figures walking slowly.

One is Wuming, the lord of Jinguang Peak, and the other is Shen Jianfei, the lord of Mojian Peak.

It was Shen Jianfei, the master of Mojian Peak who spoke just now. He had bushy eyebrows, dark skin, and explosive muscle lines on his body. He was like a steel warrior, giving off an extremely sturdy aura.

"Senior brother Shen, you can't just have an opinion on someone after they have deposed your dear apprentice!"

Wuming chuckled lightly, and teased: "Besides, I heard that your disciple Ye Yan asked to sign the life-and-death contract. It would be kind of him to spare his life."

"you…!"

Shen Jianfei's face changed suddenly when he heard the words, and he pointed at Wuming, but he couldn't say any rebuttal words.

Because he really has no position to blame Chu Mo, because this matter itself is Ye Yan's own fault, no wonder others.

Wuming looked at Shen Jianfei deflated, feeling refreshed in his heart, but still refused to relax: "Senior brother Shen, I heard that after this retreat, you have not made any breakthrough in cultivation. Congratulations!"

"What are you..."

"Hey... What's wrong with the suzerain... It's all because you quarreled as soon as you met, and the suzerain was so angry that he left!"

Su Yutang, the master of Biyun Peak, quickly interrupted the two of them, and then fled towards the distance, disappearing quickly.

"Hmph, sooner or later I will ask you to settle the debt!"

Shen Jianfei snorted indignantly, and hurriedly chased towards the main hall at the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the square was full of people and the noise was extraordinary.

"quiet!"

Soaring Dragon Yujian flew and landed on the square, looked around for a week with majestic eyes, and shouted in a deep voice.

There was a sudden silence in the square, everyone held their breath, and kept silent like a cicada, not daring to breathe.

Long Teng's voice was not very loud, but it made everyone's eardrums vibrate, feeling a tearing pain.

"Today is the big day of Qiongming Sword Sect, all comrades are welcome to attend!"

"This seat will announce the rules first."

"A total of 310 and six disciples participated in this sword selection competition. There are fifteen arenas in total. You can decide on your own master. Every ten wins will automatically advance to the next round until the final. Those who lose ten games will be automatically eliminated!"

Long Teng's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a sharp knife piercing the sky, and exploded in the ears of all the disciples.

"One more thing to add..."

Not far away, there is a woman standing faintly behind Yunxia. The woman is wearing a black and white sword suit, which is the same color as Daishan and Baiyun. Ethereal feeling.

In a blink of an eye, the woman floated over.

I saw her with her hands behind her back, her face was cold and gorgeous, her hair was coiled up high, and a dead wood hairpin was inserted obliquely in it, her slim black and white sword outfit outlined her proud figure, and the skirt below her waist was Hanging at the ankles, a pair of slender and snow-white jade feet were exposed, exuding a lustrous luster, as if carved from ice jade.

The moment Chu Mo glanced at the woman from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but froze.

This woman is none other than Pei Hanyu, the patriarch of the Qiongming Sword Sect.

Pei Hanyu also noticed Chu Mo immediately, but she felt that Chu Mo's eyes made her very uncomfortable.

"This conference will focus on peace, and no life-and-death struggles will be allowed, let alone any private fights, otherwise there will be severe punishment!"

Pei Hanyu's indifferent voice was like nine days of ice, freezing to the bone.

"Follow the instructions of the Patriarch!"

All the disciples below bowed to accept the order, their faces were full of piety.

"En!" Pei Hanyu nodded, looked around again, and said indifferently: "Now the competition can officially begin!"

After saying that, Pei Hanyu waved his sleeve robe, and a cyan light shone, turning into a huge cyan scroll.

As soon as the scroll was unrolled, a dazzling brilliance lit up and shone in the midair of the square.

Immediately, fifteen arenas made of bluestone appeared in the void, emitting a faint blue light.

swish swish swish...

In the blink of an eye, dozens of pretentious disciples were about to take the lead in the green arena.

"Junior brother, the master has an innate advantage..."

Qi Yurou, who was beside Chu Mo, reminded her in a low voice, and immediately rode on the white crane and rushed towards the blue ring.

Chu Mo did not neglect, and hurried up with his sword.

swish swish...  

Chu Mo's figure was like lightning, and he soon arrived near the ninth bluestone arena.

"Boy, is your name Chu Mo?"

The moment Chu Mo was about to step onto the ring, a slightly shrill female voice reached his ears, making Chu Mo frowned displeased.

He followed the prestige, and saw a female disciple wearing red clothes, with a charming figure and various postures, looking down at him from above, with a playful smile on that charming and charming face.

"Who are you?"

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently.

This female disciple was no more than 1.6 meters tall, with a plump figure and an ugly appearance, especially her obsequiousness, which made Chu Mo feel disgusted for a while.

"It was you who killed my brother Ye Yan!"

The woman suddenly roared madly, and immediately rushed towards Chu Mo.

An extremely fierce wind blew across Chu Mo's cheek, making him feel as if he had been cut by a blade.

Before Chu Mo could dodge, the red-clothed woman had already come forward, her arms turned into two flame dragons, entangled towards Chu Mo.

"Damn it, who is so unlucky to be targeted by a female Shura?"

"Oh, this is miserable, this crazy woman is notoriously ruthless, how can ordinary people provoke her!"

Some disciples in the audience couldn't help being surprised, and all of them gloated and watched the excitement.

"It seems to be Chu Mo from Emerald Jade Peak!"

"That Chu Mo who abolished Ye Yan?"

"Now it's a good show. Female Asura has always regarded Ye Yan as the lover of her dreams. If Chu Mo destroys Ye Yan's lifeline, isn't that the same as destroying female Shura's lifeblood? Hahaha..."