Zuo Mo made an extremely detailed plan.

  First and foremost, the reputation of the sect must be upheld. This seemingly useless facade is actually very important, as it can effectively prevent the situation from escalating out of control. If in the end both sides really do clash, and the disciples of the two sects tear each other's faces apart, then the ones who will definitely suffer a loss are the numerically inferior Wu Kong Sect.

  Secondly, they cannot alarm the other party's sect elders. Originally, Zuo Mo didn't think about it, but making a bigger scene would reduce the possibility of being surrounded and attacked. However, if there were too many onlookers, Ling Ying Sect would lose face, and the other party's sect elders would likely come knocking soon. The sect leader would definitely not let him off easy.

  Moreover, Ling Ying Sect is located right next to a major road, so there are usually many passersby. It's not like they can attract seven or eight people to surround and attack them. Besides, earlier Zuo Mo's words were deliberately flattering the other party, saying things like "always upright and straightforward" and "strictly just and honest", all of which were meant to put pressure on him.

  How to make the other side accept a one-on-one challenge? This requires making the other side see the hope of victory. As long as the other side feels that they can win, they will absolutely not back down, let alone being approached by someone. In terms of confidence and face, they will all take it on.

  So Zuo Mo came up with a rotational challenge of five people. In his words, "one-on-one" was emphasized twice.

  This design is at the expense of Zuo Mo.

  His core idea is actually very simple, which is to put himself in a disadvantageous position first. The Lingying Sect disciples, whether from faith or face, are not good at making excessive moves.

  One person takes turns fighting five people. If it's like this, the Lingying Sect still loses, and these guys can only swallow their losses. The other party's elders have nothing to say, and they won't dare to go to Wu Kong Mountain to trouble Zuo Mo again, losing face for them.

  Of course, one person fighting against five people is extremely disadvantageous. He hasn't become arrogant enough to think he can defeat the opponent's five people, but he doesn't need a complete victory either. He came for the crystal stone, as long as he can make a profit, that's all that matters.

  In other words, as long as he wins three out of the five matches, he's made a profit! Of course, assuming that the magical tools on the contestants are not too shabby.

  Winning five games is too difficult, Zuo Mo didn't even think about it, but winning three games, Zuo Mo thinks that although there's risk, there's still a possibility of completion. During this time, his cultivation has greatly increased, and the initial fusion with Shui Jian Yi and Chao Tai Jian Yi also greatly boosted his confidence.

  After some deliberation, Zuo Mo steeled himself and came forward, his debts weighing heavily on him.

  And his grandiose words were also carefully crafted. But when he saw these people exuding an aura of wealth, Left Mo's fighting spirit soared. Luxury is the original sin! Each of them had one or two treasures on their bodies that were no less than the ones Left Mo had collected.

  It's worth buying!

  As for what he said about one move and one magic trick, it was all nonsense that he made up on the spot. Anyway, no one would go to verify with the sect leader.

  "Good! I admire Left Brother's courage. But what Left Brother said is right, the reputation of our sect, we disciples have a responsibility. Since Left Brother has drawn his sword, we will naturally follow suit. Count me in!" A disciple from the Lingying Sect stepped forward.

  This person was Lin Yuan, the eldest disciple of Lingying Sect. He looked at Zuo Mo with an arrogant expression, his chin raised high. As the eldest disciple of Lingying Sect, Lin Yuan had a close relationship with the sect and came from a well-known merchant family in Tianyue Realm. His family's wealth was unmatched among the disciples, and their business had provided significant assistance to Lingying Sect, resulting in Lin Yuan holding a unique position among the disciples.

  Tao Xuer looked at her senior brother with a sympathetic face, but she tightly closed her mouth and didn't say a word.

  The eldest senior brother was arrogant and self-satisfied every day, and in the Lingying Sect where family background was necessary to cultivate, others did not dare to provoke him, gradually cultivating his arrogant and domineering temperament.

  Yan Mingzi hid behind, his eyes full of schadenfreude. Perhaps he was the one who guessed the most accurately among all people. For some reason, as soon as he saw Zuo Mo, he thought of his greedy appearance when searching for treasures.

  Several people who had been taken advantage of by Zuo Mo's left hand were hiding in the dark, sneering coldly. The Lingyun Sect had many disciples, and they openly struggled with each other while secretly fighting, their relationships extremely complicated. They would naturally be delighted to see others suffer a setback, then no one would dare mock them about this matter again.

  The reputation of the skinless zombies was spread far and wide by them, but the vast majority of people had not seen it with their own eyes, so how could they believe? Especially for these arrogant Lingying Sect disciples. They just thought that Hu Shan and others were incompetent, and even Wen Fei's defeat was not taken seriously, on the contrary, they unconsciously looked down on Wen Fei.

  It turns out that Wen Fei, the respected senior brother, is also just a name. He can't even beat a guy from a small sect like Wu Kong Jian Men who specializes in alchemy, what else can he be but all talk?

  Wen Fei always felt that Zuo Mo's eyes hid a hint of complacency. The two had exchanged blows before, and he didn't believe the words that came out of Zuo Mo's mouth at all. When he saw Eldest Martial Brother Lin Fan exit, he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. As for Eldest Martial Brother's strength, he was very clear about it - even he himself would be at a disadvantage, so how could Eldest Martial Brother possibly be a match?

  Just then, the cheers of his fellow disciples made the gloom in his heart even heavier.

  "Master Brother is mighty!"

  "As expected of a senior master! This demeanor, take a look, what's called being a role model, this is what it means to be a role model!"

  "Master brother, let him taste the power of our Lingying Sect! What a peeled zombie, coming to our place, will only be peeled!"

  At one time, flattery was rampant.

  Lin Yuan's face shone even brighter as he walked out among the crowd, his head held high like a proud and arrogant rooster!

  How can such brilliance be monopolized by Big Brother?

  Several potential opponents who had been secretly competing with Lin Yuan could no longer hold back and emerged one after another.

  "Count me in!"

  "I'm coming!"

  "How dare you deceive me! Humph, let's weigh your worth!"

  Three more people stood out, all of them were leaders of some small groups in the Lingying faction. If they didn't come forward now, it would be even harder to lead the team later! As soon as the three came out, the members of their respective small teams were all excited and felt proud, with various cheers and flattery, a colorful scene unfolded.

  Wen Fei secretly cursed in his heart, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zuo Mo, who had a poker face, but was secretly smiling smugly. These few people who came out, if it's said that they were good at plotting and forming cliques, then they were indeed skilled. But if it's a comparison of sword skills...

  He saw that several people were eager to try, and he couldn't help but push his senior brother next to him with force, and shouted loudly.

  "Chang Shixiong is the final boss!"

  Chang Shi Xiong was pushed out and looked at Wen Fei with some surprise, saying: "I thought you would continue to appear, why did you push me out?"

  "Also, Brother Wen, please help me get back the ring." Wen Fei showed a pleading expression.

  Chang Shixiong's face showed a look of surprise, and Wen Fei's action was equivalent to admitting that he was not an opponent. With some interest, he glanced at Zuo Mo, turned his head, and smiled slightly at Wen Fei: "Good."

  After Wen Fei shouted out that sentence, all the sounds stopped abruptly, and those who were eager to try immediately retreated. The atmosphere in the field suddenly became a bit strange, and the originally hot scene suddenly became silent, completely cold. The three people who had just come on stage looked a bit uncomfortable, Lin Yuan's expression didn't change much, but the fear that flowed out of his eyes made Zuo Mo pay special attention to this ordinary senior brother.

  Looks like a master!

  Tao Xuer and Yan Mingzi were taken aback when they heard Wen Fei shout "Chang Shixiong brings up the rear", then they all burst into joy.

  "Hey, now this is something to see!" Hu Shan said in a low voice, his tone barely containing his excitement.

  "Not at all. Since two years ago when Shifu's senior brother made a move, until now, I haven't seen Shifu's senior brother make another move." Yan Mingzi was also excited beyond compare.

  "Hu Shan said: 'Chang Shixiong has been cultivating his body and mind all these years...'"

  "Cut it out, who would believe that!" Yan Mingzi said disdainfully.

  Tao Shu'er suddenly turned her head and interjected: "Even a ghost wouldn't believe that."

  Lin Yuan's current atmosphere was extremely dissatisfied. This damned guy with the surname Chang, every time he came out, nothing good happened! He broke the suffocating silence: "Alright, but let's get the ugly talk out of the way first. If you lose, I'll have to take a treasure from you."

  "This is natural." Luo Mo's zombie-like face still didn't have any expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. He weakly added a sentence: "However, if you want this Water-Drop Sword, you'll have to let me finish my five matches first before giving it to you. I don't have a spare flying sword."

  "No problem." Lin Yuan said calmly, looking as if he had already won.

  Lin Yuan's supporters were all excited again, their eyes wide with excitement, afraid to miss a single detail. Thinking of the scene where the great master brother beat this abominable zombie until he was toothless, it must have been extremely interesting!

  Dī shuǐ jiàn piāo fú zài zuǒ mò de xiōng qián, jiù xiàng shuǐ zhōng piāo fú de yī piàn shù yè.

  Translation:

  The dripping sword floated in front of Zuo Mo's chest, like a leaf floating on the water.

  Chang Shixiong's eyes narrowed, his vision was extraordinary. The Dewdrop Sword seemed to be floating quietly in front of Zuo Mo's chest, but it was actually making extremely small amplitude shakes, just like a poisonous snake that had already locked onto its prey and was waiting to strike!

  It was just a tiny detail that couldn't be any smaller, yet it made him have to reevaluate the strength of this seemingly slightly frail young man in front of him.

  In comparison, Wen Fei's reaction was much greater, his face looked even more unsightly. He had once fought against Zuo Mo before and knew how strong he was, having a deeper understanding of it. Now this opening move brought him immense pressure, a kind of pressure that hadn't appeared in their last battle!

  There is only one explanation for this period of time, Zuo Mo has become stronger!

  Zuo Mo's legs naturally spread apart, his eyelids lowered, and his eyes slightly cast down, as if an old monk had entered meditation.

  Lin Yuan coldly laughed and took out his flying sword. It was a pure golden flying sword, with countless symbols engraved on the blade, and between the symbols, golden light flowed like ripples of water.

  "Emperor Yang Sword, fourth rank!" He said proudly.

  The cultivators surrounding him suddenly inhaled a breath of cold air, their eyes fixed intently on the golden flying sword. A fourth-grade flying sword was rarely seen in the Tianyue realm.

  Enjoying the envy and jealousy of everyone's eyes, Lin Yuan was in a great mood, and he pretended to be majestic, shouting: "A guest from afar, I'll let you have three moves!"

  Left Mo was motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

  Lin Yuan saw the situation and was dissatisfied with Zuo Mo's lack of cooperation, coldly snorting a sentence: "Since you're looking for death, then don't blame me! Watch out!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Mo suddenly opened his eyes!

  It's hard to describe the flash of cold light in his eyes, like a sharp and fierce forest sword edge, or like a poisonous snake that has been lurking in the dark suddenly baring its fangs!

  The drop of water floating quietly on his chest suddenly disappeared into thin air.

  When it suddenly appeared on Lin Yuan's neck, the quiet sword tip slightly trembled with its sword hilt, barely touching Lin Yuan's neck.

  Lin Yuan stood frozen in shock, maintaining a single posture, not daring to move. On his well-maintained snow-white neck, a small blood pearl glistened with a deep crimson color.

  The Lingying Sect's mountain gate was eerily silent!

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