Chapter 102: Both Host and Guest Fall into the Third Machine!

  Everyone had thoroughly petrified, staring blankly at Mo Bei, unable to come back to their senses for a long time, with shock in their hearts that couldn't be added.

  "He, he actually won against Fang Luoyou?"

  "Impossible! How did Fang Luo Yu lose!"

  "A mere grassroots player has actually defeated Fang Luoyou, the first of the Four Great Talents!"

  Bursts of amazement erupted continuously among the crowd.

  Everyone's complex and inexpressible gaze, whether surprised or astonished, was all focused on Mo Bei.

  But anyway!

  At this moment, he is the real leader, he is the uncrowned king!

  "Boss, boss won! Haha!"

  Long Hao Tian recovered from his shock, burst out laughing loudly, showing off his teeth and claws, dancing with excitement, his face flushed red with excitement, as if he was more excited than when he won the championship himself.

  Ye Qingfeng's expression was complex, her eyes flickering as she gazed at the figure on stage, where countless eyes converged on one person, a majestic presence that left her feeling indescribable for a moment.

  Ye Qingfeng didn't know if the gap between the two of them would be very far in the past.

  But now she seems to have understood that the man in front of her is getting farther and farther away from herself, while being left far behind is herself.

  "Is that still the man who once stood before me with a hint of shyness in his smile, and picked up my fallen silk handkerchief?"

  Ye Qingfeng suddenly felt that the man who was originally a stranger, she couldn't understand him more and more, couldn't see him clearly.

  "Outer sect disciple, lead the way! Mo Bei!"

  The old woman's voice was as clear as usual, but it carried a hint of unhidden astonishment.

  "Nothing is allowed."

  Fang Luo stood up and walked towards Mo Bei. When he was about five feet away from Mo Bei, he stopped in his tracks.

  Fang Luo smiled and said warmly: "You win."

  "Alright, Brother Fang." Mo Bei stared into Fang Luoyou's eyes, their gazes locked in a silent understanding. He felt the kindness in Fang Luoyou's eyes, without any malice or hatred, only a faint sense of loss.

  Mo Bei's heart relaxed and a smile appeared on his face as he thought to himself:

  "Luo You, as the leader of the four great geniuses, is not simple at all. If it weren't for me fighting alongside him for a year and getting familiar with him, discovering his weaknesses... Today, who wins or loses is really uncertain!"

  Victory does not make him arrogant, defeat does not make him discouraged! This is Mo Bei's evaluation of Fang Luo You.

  Although Fang Luo You failed, he still faced it calmly. Compared with Na Ji who was born without any illness, the gap between them is not just a little bit!

  With such a tone, that one call of "Shixiong", Mo Bei was convinced and acknowledged!

  "Alright, the outer sect disciple competition has ended!" The white-haired old woman's brief and clear words immediately interrupted everyone's thoughts: "Now announcing the top ten disciples, from first to tenth place!"

  The disciples on the stone platform immediately gathered around, neatly arranged, and gazed intently at the white-haired old woman.

  "First place is Mo Bei! The reward is one thousand spirit stones and free training in ten sword techniques!"

  "Second place, Fang Luoyou. Reward: 600 Spirit Stones and free training in six sword techniques."

  "Third place, Ye Qingfeng! The reward is 300 Spirit Stones and a free three-sword-style cultivation!"

  "Fourth to tenth place were Sun Zhongyan, Chen Qingzhu, Long, Chen Jiuchou, Wang Lie, Ji Wubing and Ji Wuliang."

  As she utters each name from her lips, every time she mentions a person, that person will be gazed at with envy and jealousy by all the disciples.

  "Besides!"

  The white-haired old woman's words took a sudden turn, and everyone suddenly held their breath, pricking up their ears to listen intently.

  The white-haired old woman continued: "The top ten winners of this competition will go to the sect's secret realm, Fudi, for cultivation! Seven days later, gather at the Holy Temple and set off!"

  By this time, everyone else was no longer able to remain calm, gazing at Mo Bei, Fang Luo You and Ye Qingfeng with a mixture of admiration and jealousy.

  Those fiery eyes almost melted Mo Bei!

  The thirteenth-place Zhang family disciple exclaimed, "What a blessed place of cultivation! That's truly a blessed land for cultivation! I've heard that cultivating there can bring progress of a thousand miles in just one day!"

  The twelfth-ranked Fang family disciple couldn't help but nod his head, a look of regret on his face: "Yes, yes, if only I had such a good opportunity!"

  The eleventh-place winner, a disciple of the Ji family, was heartbroken and furious, shouting: "Are you kidding me?! Have you considered my feelings?!"

  The white-haired old woman handed out the rewards one by one, distributing them into the hands of her top ten disciples.

  "Alright, the match is over! Now leave the Secret Realm, in half an incense stick's time, the Secret Realm will close. If anyone gets trapped inside, they'll have to wait until next year to come out!"

  The crowd heard the words and immediately entered the bronze ancient gate under arrangement, into the thick light curtain where blue and white intertwined. Mo Bei also followed the crowd and went in.

  He stepped into the light screen, and in front of him, a flash of light flickered. Mo Bei subconsciously blinked his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had returned to the long-lost Holy Temple.

  All disciples boarded the formation at the top of the Holy Temple, took a flying boat and returned to their respective residences.

  Two hours later.

  Mo Bei and three others reappeared on the formation of the flying boat docked in the central market of the Great Desert Mountain.

  "Ah!" Looking at the familiar surroundings in front of him, a surge of joy arose from deep within his heart. Long Hao Tian stretched out his arms and let out a long sigh, exclaiming loudly: "Damn it, I'm finally back!"

  "Hey, boss!" Long Hao Tian said with a sly smile as he looked at Mo Bei, "You got first place, shouldn't we celebrate?"

  Fang Luo Yu also joked: "Yes yes, got the first place, but there's a thousand spirit stones. This meal, Mo Bei, you can't welch on it!"

  Looking at their expressions, Mo Bei also knew that today's meal was unavoidable. He smiled and said: "Alright then, let's go! Ju Xian Ge, I'll be the host for this meal!"

  ……

  In the Immortal Pavilion, the three of them occupied a second-floor table by the window and sat down, each on one side.

  Wine is excellent spirit liquor. Dishes are excellent spiritual meat.

  Long Haitian eagerly raised his cup and laughed loudly: "Come on, let's congratulate our boss for winning first place in the Outer Sect Disciple Competition! Cheers!"

  Fang Luo's heart was also very happy, he raised his wine glass: "Congratulations!"

  Mo Bei smiled and raised his glass: "Cheers!"

  The three men drank heavily and finished their drinks, looked at each other from left to right, and burst out laughing in unison.

  The three people's laughter and conversation, neither loud nor soft, reached the ears of the surrounding disciples.

  Those disciples cast sideways glances, whispering to each other and stealing peeks at Mo Bei and his two companions.

  One of the disciples wearing a square hat looked surprised and smiled: "Hey, look at that, those three people seem to be Fang Luoyou and Xue Mo!"

  The bald-headed man on the left nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I didn't expect that all three of them would enter the top ten of the outer door disciples. I'm so envious!"

  The Ji family's disciple who sat with them shouted in anger: "What's so great about that? It's just taking advantage of the situation. If it weren't for my brother Ji Wubing's sudden cold, his skills would be off, and they wouldn't even have a chance!"

  Although Na Ji's family disciples said so, the look of envy and admiration in their eyes when they looked at Mo Bei was evident!

  Everyone else was filled with envy and jealousy, but the three of them completely ignored it, focusing only on drinking heavily and eating large chunks of meat.

  The cups and chopsticks were crossed, and the three people's faces already had a drunken expression.

  Long Haitian had his left foot on the chair, his right hand holding a toothpick and picking at his teeth, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of intoxication. He stuttered somewhat as he spoke: "Ol', boss... Now that we've made it into the top ten and have the spiritual stone too, there's nothing to worry about anymore. What do you plan on doing next?"

  Fang Luo You sandwiched a piece of steamed fish meat and put it in his mouth, chewing while turning his head to look at Mo Bei.

  Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and smiled, asking in return: "What about you guys?"

  "Ah..." Long Hao Tian let out a long sigh, belched loudly, and his eyes rolled around in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he said: "I've already mastered the Sword Storage Technique, next I plan to..."

  Long Hao Tian glanced around, lowered his voice, stretched out his neck and revealed a sly smile: "I want to use those hundreds of spirit stones to buy two furnace tripods for fun, hehe! Boss, I found a dual cultivation technique in the Scripture Pavilion, do you want to try it?"

  "That flavor, it's guaranteed to make you feel like you're floating on air, and it can even help with cultivation!" Long Hao Tian raised an eyebrow, but his beady eyes narrowed even further, his gaze darting back and forth as a sly grin spread across his face.

  "You little scamp." Mo Bei sighed and shook his head, then looked at Fang Luoyou and asked: "Where's Luoyou?"

  Fang Luo Yu took a sip of wine, pondered for a moment, and said: "I was thinking, to understand the sword spirit, what about you?"

  Mo Bei sank into thought for a moment before saying: "I've already learned the Sword Explosion Technique, I want to go to the Scripture Pavilion and cultivate all of those sword techniques."

  "Ah! Boss, do you still want to practice swordsmanship?" Long Hao Tian opened his big mouth and stared with wide eyes, advising: "Let's stop, our current swordsmanship is already enough!"

  Fang Luo nodded in agreement with Long Hao Tian, and advised: "Yes, our Tai Xuan Sect actually cultivates sword techniques as a guide, the most important thing is the sword spirit. From now on, sword techniques are just auxiliary, the sword spirit is the key!"

  "Let's not mention how precious that sword technique is, even if we don't consider the waste of spiritual stones, it's a waste of time!" Fang Luoyou said with a bitter tone: "Why not put your time into understanding and cultivating the sword spirit instead."

  "I advise you," Fang Luo You proposed, "to use the Ling Stone from the first prize to buy a Sword Spirit Beast cub and raise it from young. When it grows up, it will be your indispensable helper!"

  "You see that little wolf," Long Hao Tian said slowly: "It was for this very purpose."

  Feeling the concern in their eyes, Mo Bei's heart warmed slightly, but he still shook his head and declined, smiling: "I'd rather continue practicing my sword skills."

  Long Hao Tian and Fang Luo Yu looked at Mo Bei's face with persistence and stubbornness, and couldn't help but glance at each other, speechless.

  "It's like that, then I won't persuade you anymore. Maybe, Mo Bei, the path you're taking is also correct?" Fang Luo You raised his arms and held up his cup: "Come on, for our three-person cultivation journey, cheers!"