Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 71 My Chair Bites People
It was Tu Shendu, the core disciple who was ranked first. He had a handsome and elegant temperament, was tall, had fair skin, wore a sky-blue crown on his head, and was very well dressed. He suddenly smiled and said:
"Although it is easy to transform sword energy into a chair, sitting on it requires a deep understanding of sword techniques, otherwise the sharp sword energy will cut the caster."
"This is the realm of controlling the sword as you wish. Huang Long, I remember that you could only do this after eight Nirvanas." His voice was as calm as water, but it came out clearly.
"Yes." Huang Long's eyes flashed and he said without hesitation.
“I don’t think I can do it to this extent.” Among the core disciples, a female cultivator who had achieved Nirvana seven times shook her head.
"It's Senior Brother Tu Shendu!"
The words of Tu Shendu, the head of the core disciples, almost put the matter to rest.
"Senior Brother Huang Long and Senior Sister Lou Yue also admitted it."
"Jiang Yu... Senior Brother, you are so amazing."
"Could it be that he has been keeping a low profile and honing his character for the past five years?"
Amidst the discussion, the tone of the conversation changed drastically.
From sarcasm to praise.
Jun Hou's face turned gloomy in an instant.
Behind the gorgeous big chair, a group of disciples, led by Jun Mo, exchanged glances with each other, their eyes were cold.
"Haha, this junior brother is not bad." Lou Yue chuckled, her beautiful eyes kept drifting towards Wang Chen. He also knew when to advance and retreat, and did not say anything to argue with these inner and outer disciples.
How could they who had been there for a long time not know about the scene just now? In her opinion, Wang Chen had successfully turned the tide. If he gave in now, his reputation would be reversed from a waste to the highest, and he would become a brilliant genius senior brother in the eyes of all the disciples.
"Are these core disciples helping me build momentum?" Wang Chen's mind moved.
"Want to use me as a gun?" Although he didn't know the relationship between Jun Hou and Jun Mo, he vaguely sensed the intentions of several core disciples.
"Shut up, you losers!"
Amidst the reverent gazes, Wang Chen suddenly stood up, looked down at the disciples below, and shouted loudly.
He was very unhappy at the moment. From the beginning to the end, someone had been plotting against him. Besides, how could he, Wang Chen, be the kind of person who would not fight back when being scolded?
The shout was like thunder, and the whole audience was stunned.
No one expected that Wang Chen would suddenly .
"Those losers who just laughed loudly or sneered in their hearts, are you happy? I just want to ask you if your face hurts. Is it fun to kick someone when he's down?
Is it fun to take away the chair?
"Childish! Do you think you are just innocent little brats who are wearing crotchless pants and eating milk?"
This was equivalent to pointing at someone's nose and scolding him. It was very obvious that someone had taken Wang Chen's chair in order to embarrass him.
Behind him, several murderous intentions rose up.
Wang Chenru didn't react at all and sat down slowly.
"A bunch of rubbish."
Finally, he added one more sentence with a hint of unfulfilled desire.
Pop.
Because Jun Mo's fists were clenched tightly, there was a crisp sound between his fists.
The murderous intent behind him became even stronger, causing the sound of wind to be heard in the air.
If this place was not the time for the sword sacrifice ceremony, I am afraid that the disciples of the inheritance would attack together.
Jun Mo's expression was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping from his face. There was no doubt that he was the mastermind of this incident, so every word Wang Chen said was heart-wrenching.
At first, the few people who made the loudest noise in the crowd were extremely frightened, but they dared not say a word. They had just ridiculed Jiang Yu for being the most fierce, and they were afraid of being in trouble, so they curled up and tried to hide in the crowd.
However, at this moment, when Wang Chen pointed at his nose and scolded him, his face became hot and a surge of blood rushed up.
They are disciples from one of the ten major sects. They call themselves geniuses and have lofty ambitions. Why are they being pointed at and scolded?
"What right does he have to scold us?" And he did it in front of many junior brothers and sisters, core brothers and vein masters.
Someone was whispering.
"Is there no one to do anything about it? Jiang Yu is too arrogant!"
"A villain becomes more arrogant when he succeeds." The buzzing sound of whispers was heard, but no one dared to speak out loud.
"Jiang Yu!"
A voice as cold as ice sounded, containing a strong anger.
Jun Mo finally couldn't help it, he stood up suddenly, his black hair fluttering without wind, and anger in his eyes seemed to be bursting out.
"Get out of here! There is no place for you in the inheritance sequence."
He shouted loudly. Only by shouting could he vent the resentment in his heart.
What was originally a good situation that made Jiang Yu feel ashamed and embarrassed was actually broken and turned into a foil for Jiang Yu's reputation.
Moreover, Jiang Yu even ridiculed him mercilessly, which was like a steel knife scraping his heart.
How could he endure this?
"It's Senior Brother Jun Mo!"
Several inner disciples shouted with joy as if they had seen a savior.
He came to deal with Jiang Yu.
"So domineering, he kicked Jiang Yu out of the inheritance sequence right away." Some people questioned whether Jun Mo was qualified to say this.
It is said that Senior Brother Jun Mo has achieved Nirvana seven times, and this time he is about to enter the core inheritance sequence. He has the ability to do so.
There was a lot of discussion in the square.
"Who do you think you are? You keep saying there's no place for me. You're still playing the chair hiding game at your age. It's embarrassing. Get out!"
Wang Chen scolded while sitting on the chair without even turning his head.
boom!
A terrifying murderous intent surged over me instantly.
Not from Junmo.
Frowning, Wang Chen turned his head and saw that among the core disciples, a man suddenly stood up from the second-ranked chair, with murderous intent all over his body, locking his eyes firmly on him. His cultivation had reached the eighth Nirvana.
"Who is this person?"
Wang Chen's pupils shrank. As for Jun Mo behind him, he didn't take him seriously at all.
You are looking for death.
This was a scene where he was insulted in front of all the sect disciples during the sword sacrifice ceremony.
This was something Jun Mo had never imagined.
His head suddenly felt hot, and he had forgotten the consequences of the action during the sword sacrifice ceremony. He disappeared from the spot in an instant and stabbed forward with a sword.
Buzz. A light blue flying sword in his hand chirped.
The sharp sword energy made a puffing sound.
There are five layers of sword energy stacked on his flying sword, and if it touches, a violent explosion will occur.
He wanted to pierce the chair made of sword energy with one sword and severely injure anyone who dared to insult him.
"Someone took action during the sword sacrifice ceremony."
The Qiankun Sword Sect has been around for thousands of years, has there ever been such a thing?
There was a great uproar and some people exclaimed in surprise.
Zuo Han's eyes sparkled.
No one knows Jun Mo's strengths better than him. This sword may seem insignificant, but it contains the layered sword energy that made Jun Mo famous.
"Die, Jiang Yu!"
Those who had such thoughts looked at Jun Mo expectantly as he thrust his sword forward.
Even if Jiang Yu dodged, the chair would still break.
At that time, they will ridicule Jiang Yu harshly.
Suddenly, in the eyes of everyone, the sword chair suddenly emitted a bright green light.
clang!
Like a peacock spreading its tail, the back of the chair suddenly burst out with countless sword energy like green petals.
The sword energy clanged and the sound lingered.
Everything seemed to stop at this moment.
In the inheritance formation, half of a huge green lotus blossomed, with golden threads flickering on the petals. Each petal looked like a tree more than ten feet tall.
Beautiful, yet sharp.
In the dead silent square, a faint voice was heard.
"Excuse me, my chair..."
“It bites.”
The sword sound faded away, and the Green Lotus sword energy slowly dissipated.
Wang Chen stood up from the chair, and the chair under him turned into a faint airflow and sank into the misty white fog.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Except for Jun Mo who was forced back by the explosive sword energy just now.
Because he failed to dodge in time, a piece of his sleeve was cut off. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was impossible for him to cover it up.
Not only did his sword fail to hurt Wang Chen, but the opponent didn't even have to get up to cut off his robe .
This happened in front of all the sect disciples!
whoosh!
Like a tornado, Jun Mo's true power surged, and the pressure of the seventh Nirvana burst out without any concealment.
The inner and outer sect disciples off the field could not bear it and screamed in shock.
Seeing that his brother had gone mad, Junhou frowned and moved his feet slightly, as if he was about to take some action, but Tu Shendu smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Let the junior brothers solve their own problems."
This action instantly stopped Jun Hou's actions.
"Your brother's cultivation is quite good, and he will be able to enter the core in no time."
The prince slowly turned his head and looked at Tu Shendu's smiling face expressionlessly.
