Tang Wulin and Ye Xinglan fought on the competition stage, and Ye Xinglan firmly suppressed Tang Wulin without any surprise.
Compared to the original novel, Ye Xinglan inevitably picked up some of Qian Mo's sword style because he practiced sword with Qian Mo for a long time. His sword skills became less peaceful and more brutal, and he showed no mercy with his sword.
Every strike of the sword was clean and sharp, and each ray of sword light covered with star power accurately pierced Tang Wulin's vital points.
Tang Wulin, who had just unlocked the Golden Dragon King's bloodline seal, could not withstand the countless Star God sword beams that were like starlight. Several blood flowers splashed out from all over his body, staining his clothes red.
Tang Wulin was in great pain at the moment. A ring of blue silver grass entangled him and he couldn't get close to Ye Xinglan. The physical fitness that he was proud of was about to collapse under the frequent attacks of the Star God Sword.
Therefore, Tang Wulin made a very powerful choice.
Burn together! He had to resist the attack of the Star God Sword and let the Golden Dragon Claw catch Ye Xinglan.
Facing Tang Wulin's fearless attack, Ye Xinglan did not panic at all. Having experienced the desperate and suffocating feeling under the cover of Qianmo's Seven Killing Sword Intent, it was difficult for her to have any ups and downs in the battle.
At this moment, Tang Wulin's desperate attack was full of flaws in Ye Xinglan's eyes.
At the moment when the golden dragon claw grabbed the golden light shield in front of Ye Xinglan, Ye Xinglan turned sideways and raised the Star God Sword, piercing towards Tang Wulin's throat like lightning.
The Golden Dragon Claw had already been swung out, but the old force had been used up and the new force had not yet been generated. The Golden Dragon Claw had no way of turning around to defend. Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and refused to retreat. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed Ye Xinglan with all his strength.
Seeing that Tang Wulin refused to retreat, Ye Xinglan's fierceness, which had been trained by Qian Mo, came up, and the tip of his sword stabbed straight at Tang Wulin's throat.
At the critical moment, two white shadows rushed up from the stage like lightning, one caught Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon Claw, and the other blocked Ye Xinglan's Star God Sword.
Two huge forces came, and Ye Xinglan and Tang Wulin flew backwards at the same time.
Qian Mo's figure was as fast as the wind. He steadied Ye Xinglan's body with one hand and held her in his arms.
On the other side, Wu Zhangkong caught Tang Wulin, and a layer of light frost mist covered him, sealing all the wounds on Tang Wulin's body.
"Are you okay, Xinglan?" Qian Mo glanced at the hand that had just caught the golden dragon claw, and saw a slight break in the skin.
The Golden Dragon King's bloodline was indeed extremely destructive, and it could even break through soul power and cause injury, but at that moment Qian Mo had already copied the Golden Dragon King's bloodline and the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline and stored them.
A faint pink color appeared on Ye Xinglan's snow-white skin. She whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's: "No, it's okay!"
"That's pretty ruthless!" Wu Changkong said this lightly, without even looking at Qian Mo and Ye Xinglan, he left the stage with Tang Wulin.
"Uh...this," the referee on the stage stared at the scene in a daze, not knowing how to make a judgment.
Qian Mo took a quick glance and said in a deep voice, "If we two hadn't stopped them, Tang Wulin would have died and Ye Xinglan would have been injured!"
The referee immediately understood Qian Mo's meaning and made the announcement quickly.
"Individual competition, Tang Wulin lost! He was eliminated in the second round."
Qian Mo and Ye Xinglan walked off the stage together. Wu Changkong had already disappeared with Tang Wulin, leaving only Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan.
Qian Mo took a quick look and found that the cool boy was Xie Xie, and the cute girl with light blue hair was Xu Xiaoyan, who was a couple with his cousin Le Zhengyu in the original novel.
Qian Mo's mind was racing. He still had to watch Xu Xiaoyan's match. Her martial soul needed to be copied. After all, the absolute validity feature was too buggy.
"Xinglan, are you still going to continue playing the game?" Qian Mo asked.
Ye Xinglan nodded, "Teacher Shen hopes that I can participate in the team competition. I agreed. Will you participate?"
Qian Mo shook his head and said, "I won't join. I will leave the team tomorrow after I meet someone."
"Where are you going?" Gu Yuena frowned and asked.
Qian Mo said calmly: "Tiandou City, I'm going to go find a teacher."
"Okay," Ye Xinglan sighed in disappointment, "I'll find someone else!"
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The next day, Qian Mo entered the stadium. When passing by the competition stage, he glanced at the small group of Tang Wulin and three others on the competition stage, and took the opportunity to copy Xu Xiaoyan's Star Wheel Ice Staff Martial Spirit.
Without stopping, he walked up the stairs all the way to the box on the top floor, and then he walked to the door of box number three and knocked gently.
"Come in," a deep voice came from inside the door, and Qian Mo pushed the door open.
There were only two people in the box, one was Duan Xuan, the president of the Tianhai Blacksmith Association, and the other was Mu Chen, the president of the Donghai Blacksmith Association, an eighth-level saint craftsman, who was also the target of his trip.
"Junior Qian Mo greets his uncle-master, President Duan." Qian Mo bowed respectfully.
Duan Xuan nodded slightly and looked Qian Mo up and down curiously.
Mu Chen's inquiring eyes fell on Qian Mo, and after a while he said, "I've heard that Senior Brother has accepted a disciple, and today I see that he is extraordinary."
"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Master," Qian Mo said.
"What level are you at as a blacksmith?" Mu Chen asked casually, stroking his short beard.
"Level four," Qian Mo replied.
Mu Chen's hand paused slightly, a hint of complacency flashed in his eyes. His apprentice was no worse than the apprentice of the master craftsman. He said lightly: "Not bad, how long has it taken to break through?"
"More than a year." Qian Mo said honestly.
"hiss!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Chen's hands trembled and he pulled out a strand of white beard from his chin, causing him to grimace in pain.
Duan Xuan beside him also widened his eyes in shock, "One year! You haven't thought about breaking through to level five for a whole year."
They knew that Qian Mo, a nine-year-old level four blacksmith, could definitely break through to level five. The fact that he didn't break through could only mean that he never thought about breaking through.
"If you want to build a skyscraper on flat ground, you can't do it too quickly. You still have to lay a solid foundation," Qian Mo said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Muchen's eyes were filled with undisguised admiration, "Very good, young people nowadays are too impatient and want to achieve rapid progress. In such a big environment, you can still be so steady and not impatient, no wonder Senior Brother cherishes you so much."
"Uncle Master, you are too kind," Qian Mo said modestly.
Mu Chen raised his hand and threw a piece of purple-red metal to Qian Mo, "This piece of Yang Soul Gold is your meeting gift from Master Uncle."
Yanghun Gold is a top-level spiritual metal that has the function of amplifying and stabilizing spiritual power. Because the conditions for its formation are extremely harsh, the amount left in the world is extremely rare. Even Zhenhua only has two pieces.
Qian Mo looked at the Yang Soul Gold in his hand and felt ecstatic. Yang Soul Gold was a very suitable metal for him to make battle armor.
But Yanghun Gold was scarce, and he was worried about how to get enough. Unexpectedly, Muchen gave him a piece.
"Thank you, uncle-master." Qian Mo said gratefully.
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