Chapter 23: I Want to Compete with Heaven to See Who's Higher!

  With this loud shout.

  In an instant!

  Gusts of clear wind came, sweeping across the entire Wujian Platform.

  In the vast expanse of the sky, Mo Bei's figure was already shrouded in endless sword lights.

  A gentle breeze accompanies the sword's edge, with waves of movement unfolding and expanding.

  With sword in hand!

  All sorts of sword auras, like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, burst forth and open; covering the sky and earth, extending in all directions.

  Overbearing and domineering!

  "Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!"

  A fierce impact landed on the bodies of over a dozen young men from the Ji family.

  More than a dozen young men from the Ji family let out stifled groans, their faces deathly pale, as they spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying backward, crashing to the ground with ear-piercing wails, scattered all over the place in disarray.

  Many young masters of the Ji family were no match for him.

  Shocking!

  Everyone's eyes were wide with shock, their jaws dropped in astonishment, and they stared blankly, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

  "Mo Bei is so amazing!" Ye Qing's face turned bright red, her eyes fixed intently on Mo Bei as she exclaimed in surprise.

  "The Ninth Sword, he actually comprehended the Ninth Sword!" Fang Luoyou was shocked and exchanged a glance with Ye Qingfeng. They both saw the uncontrollable shock in each other's eyes.

  Chen Qingzhu hugged the doll, her cherry lips pursed, revealing a hint of cuteness, but her eyes were fixed on Mo Bei, and her bright eyes occasionally flashed with cunning.

  "How detestable!" Ji Wubing's face turned deathly pale, feeling utterly humiliated.

  So many people, yet none of them are a match for this humble grass-rooted person. Trash, all trash!

  In an instant, everyone in the scene gasped in shock, and the crows fell silent. The quiet was so profound that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard, leaving them stunned beyond words.

  Because that kid had no intention of stopping yet.

  "The Tenth Sword!"

  Mo Bei let out a loud shout, his feet treading on empty air as he strode forward with the wind. His figure flashed by like lightning, his hands shaking violently as sword flowers bloomed wildly around him. The sword's rainbow-colored glow pierced through the clouds, its power seeping into the hearts of all who saw it!

  One sword thrusts out, front and back are connected seamlessly, heavenly clothes without a seam.

  Fierce and overbearing, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami rushing in, making people's hearts tremble with fear.

  Everyone stopped moving, their eyes all focused on Mo Bei, motionless.

  Among the countless gazes, there is jealousy, admiration, adoration and frenzy!

  At this moment, he is the true protagonist of this world!

  All geniuses pale in comparison before him!

  "Haha. I want to ride the wind and go home, who will accompany me?"

  "A gentle breeze comes, but no waves are stirred. Silently and unnoticeably, it takes people's lives. The subtle wind is the one that nourishes all things."

  Mo Beixing was about to make a big move, but suddenly had an epiphany and didn't add any more power. Instead, he relied on his own strength to re-enlighten himself with one sword!

  This sword was born, and merged with the ten swords in front of it, instantly changing this sword technique!

  He danced from the beginning, starting with the first sword. This sword was similar to yet different from the one created by Yuan Ying Zhen Jun!

  Get the best out of it!

  His figure is like the wind, with a green sword by his side, the sword moves with his heart, dancing wildly in the clear breeze; The first style of Qingfeng Swordsmanship reappears again among the endless sword lights. Singing while dancing:

  "A gentle breeze comes and the waves are still; I raise my cup to invite the guest to ask about the blue sky."

  As soon as this sword was drawn, a gentle breeze suddenly swept in, brushing against everyone's cheeks, making people's spirits drift away.

  His northern footsteps swayed, turned around and slashed, a sword rainbow suddenly appeared:

  "Dew and rain connect their lights. Vast and boundless, the wind is mighty."

  The sword's momentum suddenly changed, becoming extremely sharp and oppressive, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

  Everyone felt as if they were in a small boat on stormy waves, their hearts trembling with fear.

  That one sword and one move, one style and one method; sometimes it makes people feel like a spring breeze, and sometimes it makes people's bodies cold all over, filling their hearts with fear.

  They also followed Mo Bei, fully immersed in his sword intent, his world!

  Eleven sword styles, no sword is spared! Mysterious and unpredictable, with many changes!

  "In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, nothing can hinder the perfect clarity of wisdom. Suddenly, Beiming Dabu strode forward like a shooting star, his eyes blazing like torches, bursting with sharp light. His body soared into the air, merging with his sword as one, transforming into a fierce ray that pierced straight through the void!"

  "Only the gentle breeze and bright moonlight are inexhaustible since ancient times!"

  This sword pierces through the void. The bright sun is dulled by it, the clear wind blows past, and a killing intent fills the sky!

  That sharp and powerful momentum rushes into the nine heavens, wanting to compete with the heavenly king for height!

  After a long time, Mo Bei finally landed slowly, slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, and his expression returned to calmness; with a flick of his wrist, he sheathed his sword and retracted his aura. The Qingfeng sword entered its scabbard.

  The grand Wudang Sword Platform is crowded with people, yet all is silent!

  On Fang Luo's shocked face, a faint smile suddenly burst out, gazing deeply at Mo Bei, unable to help but exclaim: "Good sword, good poem!"

  Ye Qing's small mouth opened wide with surprise, enough to hold an egg, and the joy and pride on her pretty face seemed as if she had grasped the Clear Wind Sword Technique all by herself.

  Ye Qingfeng glanced at Ye Qinghong, then looked at Mo Bei, without saying a word, only slightly narrowing her eyes, with a hint of a smile in her gaze.

  The frost also melted away.

  Unlike others, Ji's sickly face had turned a gloomy iron-gray that seemed to drip with water. His eyes glared fiercely at Mo Bei, and he let out a heavy hum before turning and leaving.

  Above the sky, after the clouds.

  Three people stand proudly!

  One of them was an old man in white clothes, with wrinkles all over his face. Behind him was a huge butterfly illusion, about 10 zhang (a unit of length) in size. The butterfly seemed to be cast from metal, its wings flapping stiffly like machinery, yet carrying a fierce and violent force, as if it could fly through the sky at any moment!

  This is the Golden Elixir's wondrous sign!

  Another was a middle-aged man, dressed impeccably from head to toe, with wise and profound eyes that seemed to see through everything. His eyebrows were thick, like knives, and his eyes shone brightly, like two glittering black gemstones, captivating the soul.

  The shadow behind him changed from time to time, transforming into a fierce tiger, then a blue dragon, then a black turtle, and finally a red phoenix, undergoing nine transformations in less than an instant, which was also a sign of the Golden Elixir.

  Finally, there was a woman with stunning beauty, her beauty was so captivating that it seemed to overpower people. She wore a purple palace dress, her skin as white as snow, her long hair reached her waist, and on her head, she wore a purple butterfly hairpin that looked like it was about to fly away! However, on her delicate face, there wasn't a hint of a smile, it was as cold as ice, and looking at her made people feel intimidated.

  That colorful butterfly is also an auspicious sign of golden elixir!

  The three of them looked at everything below, and the old man in white clothes burst out laughing: "It seems that this time our Taizu Temple has indeed picked up a treasure. This young man is so young, but he has such insight, it's really rare!"

  The cold and proud man snorted and said: "Even if you're good at wielding a sword, what's the use? The Tai Xu Sect is renowned in the world for its mastery of the Tai Xu War Spirit!"

  The old man in white clothes looked at her with a smile, his face full of flattery, and said: "In any case, the Seven Swords Cultivation Method created by the Master's uncle is quite casual, but it has produced such an excellent disciple.

  "It's clear that Master Shi Bo has exceptional talent and strategy. Whoever says that Master Shi Bo's swordsmanship is not refined is just slapping themselves in the face! If it weren't for Master Shi, I'm afraid that disciple would have been buried already."

  The woman looked deeply at Mo Bei and said:

  "My father? That goes without saying! As the master of the Taixu Sword Sect, his swordsmanship is naturally divine!"

  The old man smiled, unaware that he had just given himself a good slap on the buttocks!

  The woman said: "However, this kid is still too early to say, let's see later. He's a genius and can stand out anywhere."

  "After all, the Tai Xuan Sword Technique is just a means to bring out the power of Tai Xuan. The key lies in the strength or weakness of the Tai Xuan Sword Spirit. Let's see how he performs in the next two trials."

  Although he said so, the satisfied smile in his eyes could not be concealed.

  That cold and proud man let out a cold snort when he saw their expressions!

  At this moment, the black-robed examiner on the hilt of the sword has already announced the result of the second pass.

  "This checkpoint has cleared 2,820 people. Those who are eliminated will be sent back to their respective registration locations via flying boat and returned to their families."

  As soon as this was said, those five hundred or so eliminated youths all showed despair and disappointment on their faces.

  From now on, I will be separated from you and have nothing to do with cultivating immortals. I will degenerate into an ordinary person!

  How can they not be disappointed?

  "What a pity!" Long Hao Tian shook his head regretfully, but immediately clenched his fists and said solemnly: "I must work harder, pass two more tests, and become an outer disciple!"

  Sobs echoed, one after another, reaching Mo Bei's ears. He subconsciously looked towards Niu Deng and found him comforting the young man who had come with them, the one carrying the five-colored divine cow. The young man was sobbing uncontrollably, wailing in despair:

  "Waaah, I don't want to leave... I want to cultivate, I want to become an immortal!"

  But it was all in vain. He was soon sandwiched between two black-clad Tai Xu Zong disciples, who grabbed his arms and tossed him onto the flying boat.

  At this moment, the clear voice of the examiner sounded again, echoing in the vast Wusword Platform.

  "Third pass, follow me!"

  As he spoke, the examiner's expression was calm and unruffled, his hands clasped behind his back, his toes lightly tapping on the hilt of his sword, and then his body floated up, drifting away with the gentle breeze into the distance.

  The two thousand eight hundred young people who had passed the test followed Mo Bei and others in a flurry.

  Half an hour later, the crowd followed the examiner along a winding path covered with dense vegetation, climbed up to the waist of Taixu Peak, and arrived in front of a cliff.

  Towering ancient trees reach for the sky, lush and vast, floating clouds drift by, and dark green pines shelter and shade.

  Sometimes a gentle breeze blows through the mountains, refreshing the mind and making people feel carefree.

  In front of the mountain wall, there is a green pool, as green as a gemstone, dazzling to the eye. Behind the ancient pool, on top of the mountain wall, there is a flying waterfall that flows straight down and falls directly into the pool, splashing up layers of dense water vapor, as if surrounded by immortal energy. The sound of the spring water is melodious, the rainbow light flashes, and the beauty is breathtaking.

  But this cliff wall is out of place with the picturesque scenery.

  This hundred-odd-zhang mountain wall is in a mess, with sword marks all over it. The coarse and fine, deep and shallow sword marks crisscross the mountain wall, destroying it and leaving it desolate and pockmarked, shocking to behold.

  "What is this?" Long Hao Tian was full of curiosity, staring at the mountain wall.

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  A new book is like a small tree, growing vigorously, but it needs people's help, it needs everyone to water it, and that water is the recommendation ticket, which doesn't cost money, just a gentle touch, and the small tree will become a towering giant!