Mortal Bones

"rise……"

"rise……"

"rise……"

As a result, weak but firm calls rang out from the field.

"rise!"

I don’t know who started it, but voices of agreement began to sound sporadically from the surrounding Yunlou stands.

Soon more and more disciples agreed.

The sound is getting louder and louder.

"Get up!", "Get up!", "Get up!"

In the end, the sound was like thunder, exploding in the sky above Wulaotan with a clear rhythm following Wu Mo's shouts.

Not sure if he was inspired or not, Wu Mo suddenly stood up straight, raised his head, then with great determination raised his sword finger and pointed in the direction of the carvings on the cliff, and shouted:

"rise!--"

"Zheng!——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jade hairpin suddenly made a sound like a sword, and flew out with a "whoosh".

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Immediately afterwards, Wu Mo began to wave his arms and write quickly amidst the cheers of the audience.

In just a moment, she carved the general outline of the Seven Laws on the cliff in one go.

"Buzz buzz..."

Amidst the trembling sounds, under the control of Wu Mo, Yuchai came to Elder Heilong with 501 kilograms of ship iron dangling.

"Black Dragon...Elder..."

Wu Mo, whose face turned pale, raised his head with difficulty to look at Elder Black Dragon.

"Wu Mo, a disciple of Qifeng, has 501 kilograms of hanging iron. Qifeng will win this time!"

Elder Black Dragon raised his hand to remove the ship's ballast, and then announced loudly.

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of exclamations from the surrounding cloud platforms.

Even some of the disciples who were later infected by Wu Mo's perseverance and encouraged him did not expect that Wu Mo would really beat Zhu Ningshi.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ningshi from Sifeng was stunned at first, and then murmured unwillingly: "How could I lose to her? She is not even a swordsman..."

Senior Brother Yucai put his hand on her head and said expressionlessly:

"It's not just those who hold swords who are called sword cultivators."

As for the disciples of Qifeng, as early as the moment Elder Black Dragon announced the results, they swarmed up and rushed to Wu Mo.

He quickly brought her to the audience.

Jiang Zhi used her true energy to suppress the restless Qi and blood in Wu Mo's body.

Xu Taiping fed her a sip of Yuhu Mountain Spirit Essence Liquid.

Zhao Linglong helped her wipe the blood from her face.

"Senior sister, junior sister, junior brother...I...I didn't...didn't embarrass Qifeng, right?"

Wu Mo, who was feeling weak, glanced at everyone with a smile.

"No!"

Everyone said in unison.

"That's good...I...I want to sleep for a while..."

Wu Mo slowly closed his eyes.

The disciples of Qifeng all fell silent when they looked at Wu Mo's face as pale as paper. Several male disciples clenched their fists loudly.

"Sifeng, Tang Yi, meet Elder Black Dragon!"

At this moment, Tang Yifei, the second disciple of Four Peaks, stepped onto the stage and saluted the Black Dragon Elder in front of him.

"Four Peaks Tang Yi, this time, you have to hang more than 501 kilograms of iron to defeat the Seven Peaks."

Elder Black Dragon nodded, and then reminded him loudly.

Tang Yi grinned when he heard this, then turned to look at the disciples of Qifeng and said:

"Elder Black Dragon, don't worry. Our Four Peaks are different from Seven Peaks. The suspended iron is 500 kilograms. Our junior sisters who have just started can do it. There is no need to risk their lives like them."

Tang Yi had a history with Dugu Qingxiao, so he would never miss any opportunity to ridicule Qifeng.

"Tang, what do you mean?"

"Let's have a good competition and talk about all this nonsense!"

After hearing this, the fourth senior brother Zhou Liang, who had a hot temper, and the eighth senior brother Wu Liang, who was cowardly and aggressive outside, immediately pointed at Tang Yi and cursed loudly.

"quiet!"

Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel on and off the court, the Black Dragon elder immediately shouted loudly, then looked at Tang Yi with a cold face and said:

"How much is the hanging iron? Tell me!"

Seeing that Elder Heilong seemed to be angry, Tang Yi did not dare to do it again. He immediately said with an apologetic smile and cupped his hands:

"Disciple wants to hang 900 catties of iron!"

Hearing that Tang Yi wanted to hang 900 kilograms of iron, the disciples on the cloud platform all around were in an uproar.

Because the weight of nine hundred kilograms is not light even for a disciple of Tongxuan Realm.

At this weight, just relying on perseverance is definitely not enough.

However, the disciples of Qifeng were unmoved by this, and all of them just stared at the stage silently.

…

After a while.

Tang Yi successfully suspended 900 kilograms of iron and carved the general outline of seven laws on the cliff.

"Tang Yi from the fourth peak has nine hundred kilograms of hanging iron. Please send disciples from the seventh peak to fight."

As Elder Black Dragon read out, Tang Yi turned to look at the people in Qifeng with a proud look on his face, and then said with a sarcastic smile:

"Senior Sister Jiang Zhi, I'm afraid you have to take action personally this time. Let me guess, you will probably choose the hanging iron 901 kilograms, right?"

"boom!"

But just as he said these words, a figure roared from the audience like a strong wind.

When the figure stood still, Tang Yi finally recognized the person - "Zhou Liang."

"Junior Brother Zhou, your injury..."

"roll!"

Before Tang Yi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Liang's scolding.

By the time he reacted, Zhou Liang had already walked to Elder Black Dragon.

Just when Tang Yi had nowhere to vent his anger, he heard Elder Black Dragon say loudly:

"Seventh Peak disciple Zhou Liang, hang 1,400 jin of iron!"

Hearing this, Tang Yi, like everyone else, was shocked, but he immediately sneered: "If it was in the past, it would be fine, but now that you have been slashed by the knife ghost, you still dare to hang 1,400 jin of iron? You are looking for death!"

Everyone in the Seventh Peak knew that Zhou Liang was injured by the knife ghost, so even if he was ranked in the top fifteen among the younger generation of disciples in the Seventh Peak, Tang Yi did not think that he could drag his injured body to hang 1,400 jin of iron.

"I want to see how you make a fool of yourself."

Tang Yi was too lazy to go down, and looked at Zhou Liang with interest with his hands across his chest.

At this moment, he even began to think in his mind what words to use to humiliate and anger Zhou Liang next.

"Swish!"

At this time, with the sound of a knife ringing, Tang Yi suddenly saw in amazement that Zhou Liang had already broken through the air with a huge piece of iron hanging on his knife.

There is no doubt that the iron that holds the ship down must weigh 1,400 kilograms, otherwise Elder Black Dragon would never have let him go.