We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 202 Yunwei, are you worried?
On the vast plains, Xiao Mo participated in one competition after another.

The selection of the Holy Son of the Myriad Paths Sect is completely devoid of any fairness.

Each match is decided by a random draw.

Some people, after drawing Xiao Mo's name, made a lot of inflammatory remarks about him.

Some people, after drawing Xiao Mo, knew that victory was hopeless and chose to forfeit.

But no one could withstand three blows from Xiao Mo.

The disciples of the Myriad Paths Sect had heard of Xiao Mo's name, but they always felt that there was an exaggeration involved.

But when they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that the real Xiao Mo was far more terrifying than the rumors!
After winning against ten opponents that day, Xiao Mo had nothing left to do in today's competition.

Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei returned to Yexue Peak to rest.

Yu Yunwei personally boiled water and prepared a medicinal bath for her senior brother, hoping to help him relieve the fatigue of the day.

Although, in Xiao Mo's opinion, the day he competed was not as intense as his usual sword practice.
But since it was Yu Yunwei's kind gesture, Xiao Mo did not refuse.

"Boy, bring me a few drops of your essence blood."

After the medicinal bath, just as Xiao Mo was about to return to his room to rest, Xue Kui walked up to Xiao Mo with a glass bottle in his hand.

Xiao Mo glanced at Xue Kui: "What are you going to do?"

Xue Kui smiled and said, "I'll give you a surprise later, I won't tell you now."

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Xiao Mo cut his finger, and ten drops of his blood fell into the glass bottle.

"Is that enough?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Enough." Xue Kui shook the glass bottle. "Speaking of which, you just casually give your essence blood to your master. Aren't you afraid that I'll use your essence blood to do something bad to you?"

"Can you do that?" Xiao Mo asked.

Xue Kui paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No."

"That's it."

Xiao Mo turned and went back into the house.

But just as he was about to close the door, Xue Kui leaned against the door frame, raised his long legs, and blocked the door.

"Is there anything else?" Xiao Mo asked, puzzled.

Xue Kui pressed her fair fingertips against her thin lips, her alluring eyes blinking gently: "You trust your master so much, I'm very touched. Would you like some reward?"

"If you can behave yourself, that would be the best reward for me." With that, Xiao Mo slapped away Xue Kui's long legs with his scabbard and closed the door.

"How incredibly boring."

Looking at the tightly closed door, Xue Kui pouted, shook the glass bottle, and left Xiao Mo's courtyard.

For the next ten days, Xiao Mo had to go to the Myriad Paths Plain every day to participate in the martial arts competition.

There was only one night to rest and heal.

If you are seriously injured the next day, but your opponent is in excellent condition, then you can only say that you were unlucky.

The martial arts competitions on the Wandao Plains consist of dozens or even hundreds of matches held simultaneously, but the number of people watching Xiao Mo's matches is the largest.

Besides Xiao Mo, the other nine disciples also won very easily.

Especially a man named "Xia Yu".

Xia Yu was a cultivator at the Jade Purity Realm, and was only seventy years old.

It is rumored that Xia Yu possesses a pure Yang physique, is the son of the Great Elder Xia Kong, and has a profound understanding of the "Blazing Yang Technique".

Xia Yu had been honing his skills outside. He once fought a cultivator at the Immortal Realm, not only holding his own but also engaging in a bloody battle for three days and three nights before finally beheading the Immortal Realm cultivator.

From then on, Xia Yu became famous throughout the world.

Although Xiao Mo's strength is extremely exaggerated, in the hearts of most people, Xia Yu is the one who will truly become the Holy Son.

Many people believe that Xiao Mo was only able to last twenty rounds if he hadn't encountered Xia Yu. After all, the highest-level cultivator Xiao Mo had faced so far was only the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, it should be noted that the difference between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Jade Purity Realm is like heaven and earth, even more exaggerated than the gap between the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Qi Refining Realm.

They had never heard of a Nascent Soul cultivator defeating a fully-fledged Jade Unearth cultivator.

And on the last day of the selection competition for the Holy Son.

All the elders, hall masters, and peak masters of the Wandao Sect came to this plain.

Today's competition will select ten candidates for the Holy Sons of the Myriad Paths Sect.

"Elder Xue Kui, it's been a long time." Above the sky, Xiong Gui, the peak master of Kaifu Peak, walked to Xue Kui's side and said with a smile, "Xiao Mo has really made a name for himself these past ten days. I heard that no cultivator has been able to withstand three blows from him."

"Hehe." Xue Kui chuckled. "This kid is nothing special, it's just that the disciples of the Myriad Paths Sect are all too useless these days."

Xiong Gui's brow twitched.

Because one of his disciples only withstood two of Xiao Mo's attacks.
"Cough cough cough." Xiong Gui straightened his expression, pretending not to hear the second half of the sentence, "Elder Xue Kui, although Xiao Mo is outstanding, I'm afraid today's competition will be a bit difficult."

Blood Demon glanced at him: "What do you mean?"

"Elder Xue Kui really doesn't know?" Xiong Gui was somewhat surprised that his master didn't even know his disciple's opponent. "Today, Xiao Mo will be facing Elder Xia Kong's son, Xia Yu, who is at the Jade Purity Realm. Given your grudge against the Elder, Xia Yu will probably try to kill you."

"Oh." Blood Lord took the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and took a sip.

"Elder Xue Kui, are you really not worried?" Xiong Gui asked.

Xue Kui did not answer Xiong Gui's question directly, but looked at the disciple beside him: "Yun Wei, are you worried?"

"Worried? Hehehehe"

Yu Yun covered her mouth slightly and chuckled softly, her voice as clear and melodious as a silver bell.

“If you’re not serious, it might take three strikes to end the match, but if you are serious…” The girl stretched out her fair palm, spread her fingers, and made a “two” shape, “it will only take two strikes to end this match.”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiao Mo arrived at the Myriad Paths Plain and entered a magic array.

Besides Xiao Mo, there are twenty-nine other disciples of the Myriad Paths Sect in this formation.

There are ten such magic arrays in total, with a total of three hundred disciples.

This competition was also very simple.

The thirty disciples fought each other, and the one who remained standing would be selected in the second round to become a candidate for the Holy Son.

With the ringing of a bell, the martial arts competition began.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally their attention focused on Xiao Mo and Xia Yu.

Finally, all the cultivators split into two groups and tacitly attacked Xiao Mo and Xia Yu respectively.

They knew they had to kill the two strongest fighters first.

“One cut.” In the air, Yu Yunwei made a “one” gesture.

With a single slash, Xiao Mo struck out, and all the cultivators before him were either killed or wounded by the bloodthirsty aura, collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

At the same time, Xia Yu summoned a large cauldron, which rapidly expanded, covering the fourteen cultivators and refining them in an instant.

"It's just the two of us left." Xia Yu looked at Xiao Mo, his eyes filled with contempt and murderous intent. "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know." Xiao Mo, carrying a knife, walked step by step toward Xia Yu.

"Good! Good! Good!" Xia Yu said "good" three times in a row. "Once I slowly torture you to death, you'll remember!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yu chanted an incantation, and the cauldron covered Xiao Mo.

"Two cuts."

As Yu Yunwei's voice landed.

Xiao Mo slashed down with his sword.

The light of swords stretched for miles.

(End of this chapter)