"Do you think Tarim or Qin Mo will win this battle?"

"It's hard to say, but Tarim's sword skills can't suppress Qin Mo. In terms of Yuan skills, Qin Mo's sword skills are obviously more sophisticated and higher-level than Tarim's sword skills. It's probably going to be a bit troublesome for Tarim to win against Qin Mo."

"So what if the level is higher? Tarim is of the second level. His physical fitness, energy and blood are there. Besides, his understanding of Ghost Head Slash is obviously higher than that of Qin Mo. Qin Mo is understanding while fighting."

"It's scary to comprehend while fighting, don't you see? Qin Mo's swordsmanship is getting stronger and stronger. If this continues, Tarim will violate the rules and use speed and power that exceed the first-level peak."

In the crowd, several martial arts masters from Mowu with high blood levels discussed.

Suddenly, the situation changed suddenly.

"What, Tarim was defeated."

Under the ring, this sudden change shocked everyone. It was obvious that Tarim's offensive was getting more and more fierce, and the power of the sword technique even vaguely reached the second level. How come even the arm was cut off?

The young man who had been quarreling with Lin Zhishui before said with a stern face: "Stop Tarim's bleeding first and take him to the school doctor's office for treatment."

The Mowu Gymnasium is always equipped with gauze and disinfectant to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation. After all, people fight in the gymnasium every day, and it is common for them to be injured and bleed.

Tarim looked at the broken arm with a dull expression, biting his white lips tightly.

Lost.

Tarim didn't even know how he was defeated. He had obviously been suppressing Qin Mo. As his strength gradually increased, his physical fitness was not enough to use the strength of a second-grade martial artist. How could his arm be cut off by Qin Mo's sword?

That sword was so weird.

It was as if the sword in Qin Mo's hand came alive, the sword's intention controlled the blade, and the sword was struck.

Several freshmen from Mowu quickly went up to put Tarim on a stretcher and carried him off. There was also a student who was carrying Tarim's broken arm and the Ghost Head Sword. After all, Tarim represented Mowu, and Mowu was defeated cleanly.

The key point is that Tarim is still a second-grade martial artist, and if word spreads, magic martial arts has a bad reputation.

Shan Xin smiled and waved his hands and said: "I accepted the concession, and so did Qin Mo. He didn't know how to give in. He is obviously a first-level player, and he won the second-level Mowu. It would be unpleasant to spread the news."

The expressions of several second-grade Mowu officers changed slightly, and the students who carried the body also hurriedly walked away with their heads lowered.

They all heard the threat in Shan Xin's mouth, and they began to curse Tarim secretly in their hearts for not being calm. If they win, it will be easy to say, but if they lose, they will be completely embarrassed.

If the news really spreads, Mowu will lose all his face.

"We, Mowu, will go to Diwu to seek advice from you in the near future."

After saying that, all the magic martial arts students left. Their martial arts club had to go back to discuss countermeasures. If the Imperial Martial Arts were really spread online, they could only fight to regain their respect.

As for Tarim, if the martial artist's arm is broken, it can be repaired in a short time. However, even if it is repaired, the strength it can exert is far less than before, and there are many sequelae. This battle has cost Tarim a heavy price.

…

Qin Mo saw Tarim being carried down and his sword and weapon sheathed, but in his mind was the sword that had just defeated Tarim, the way he used the force, and the different moves, almost all done in the blink of an eye.

"The Dugu Nine Swords are very powerful, but the amount of energy they consume is terrifying." Qin Mo woke up from his epiphany state and found that the energy in his body was almost exhausted.

The Nine Swords of Dugu consumes more vitality than the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. This is still the first stage. If you really have to practice to the extreme in the future, the energy consumed will probably be huge.

"Forget it, it's too early to think about this now. It's still unknown whether I can improve Dugu Nine Swords to the ninth level." Qin Mo didn't think he could master Dugu Nine Swords, which is the most difficult swordsmanship, in a short time.

The ultimate elemental skill has been upgraded to the extreme level, where is the rank of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

It has been so long, almost half a year, and I have just broken through the third level. The more difficult Dugu Nine Swords to practice is probably even more difficult.

If Shan Xin, Lin Zhishui and others knew what Qin Mo was thinking, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood.

In just a few months, you have reached the third stage of practicing an earth-level elemental skill, but it still feels too slow?

Qin Mo walked to the stone platform next to him with a smile, picked up the two bags of demon crystals, and threw the original bag back to Lin Zhishui: "Thank you, I, Qin Mo, will remember this favor."

Qin Mo directly accepted the demon crystal from Tarim.

Several people walked out of the Mowu Gymnasium, leaving only the Mowu students behind them. Some of them clenched their fists so angry that they wanted to beat Qin Mo.

There is nothing more unpleasant than being defeated by a student of Mowu in the Mowu gymnasium by an imperial warrior.

Of course, they can't beat him.

The second-grade Tarim were defeated, so if they went up, they would probably be cannon fodder.

Unless you are a second-grade martial artist who can use all your strength, you must be an elite second-grade martial artist. An ordinary second-grade martial artist may not necessarily be able to defeat Qin Mo.

…

…

After walking out of the Mowu Gymnasium, Lou Jiancheng looked back and saw that no one was following him, then he said to Qin Mo: "Qin Mo, you won Tarim. This matter may be big or small. If we don't publicize it, it's okay. Mowu doesn't

Maybe he goes out and talks nonsense."

"If we publicize it, Mowu will lose face. It is estimated that if word spreads, everyone from school directors to students will become our enemies."

Qin Mo also knew that the matter was a bit tricky and not easy to deal with. At the very least, it was a personal battle between Qin Mo and Tarim. At the most serious level, it was a matter of face between the two martial arts universities.

Generally speaking, exchanges and exchanges at Wuhan University, except for this kind of formal exchange competition, are very secretive. At most, the victory or defeat is revealed. Detailed results are rarely publicized, and it is impossible for videos to be circulated.

The key is Mo Wu, who has always been very concerned about face, and standing at the forefront of the storm is really embarrassing, and will definitely anger Di Wu.

Qin Mo said: "Go back and ask Instructor Xu Lan and Instructor Fang Cheng. We can't handle this matter privately."

It's enough for Qin Mo to get benefits. If there is really trouble, just let Xu Lan and Fang Cheng handle it.

Qin Mo was not worried if the trouble was really big. He was a first-level man, but he was challenged by Mowu's second-level one and won. No matter what, he would give Diwu a face.

…

Mowu Hotel.

Fang Cheng and Xu Lan sat on the sofa, listening to Shan Xin and Lin Zhishui report the entire incident.

Qin Mo added: "Instructor Fang Cheng, Instructor Xu Lan, if Diwu doesn't want to cause trouble, there is no need to send out the video. If Mowu loses, he will definitely not take the initiative to publicize it."

Xu Lan glanced at Qin Mo: "Did you really win against a second-grade person?"

When Qin Mo went on a mission with Shan Xin and the others, he had already killed a second-grade cult martial artist, but the combat power of a cult martial artist could not be compared to that of students from key martial arts universities.

What's more, he is still a second-grade magic weapon.

From the looks of it, Qin Mo won quite easily, not even using his flying knife elemental skill.

Qin Mo rubbed his head and replied: "Teacher Xu, I am also lucky. You don't know how dangerous the situation was at that time. For the sake of the reputation of our Imperial Martial Academy and not to embarrass Imperial Martial Arts, I, Qin Mo, fought to the death.

, I was almost killed by Tarim’s Ghost Head Sword.”

Shan Xin and Lin Zhishui glanced at Qin Mo, their eyelids twitching.

When it comes to cheating, Qin Mo is invincible. It's not cheating, it's simply shameless.

You were almost beheaded and your skin wasn't even broken, so you're in such great danger?

What about the liar?

They were too embarrassed to show the video in their hands.

Xu Lan stared at Qin Mo suspiciously and frowned, obviously not believing Qin Mo's words: "Qin Mo, you have already reaped the benefits. Emperor Wu will not blame you, but don't even think about asking for benefits under the guise of being a member of Emperor Wu.

Already."

Fang Cheng said in a deep voice: "Put the video online, on the official website of our Imperial Martial Arts. The second-grade Demon Martial Arts challenged our first-grade Imperial Martial Arts in a duel and lost. What do we, the Imperial Martial Arts, have to be afraid of?

"

Lin Zhishui nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do it later."

Qin Mo did not expect that Fang Cheng, a literary master, would be so bloody, which was far beyond his expectation.

It's a pity that I couldn't find an excuse to pick up Diwu's wool.

Fang Chengdao: "Qin Mo, you won Tarim, don't leave the Mowu Hotel today. If you really want to go out, it's best to go out with Lou Jiancheng and the others. We will go back after tomorrow's Moyin System Exchange Competition."

"The Magic Music System Exchange Competition is also the top priority for us to participate in the exchange competition this time."

Qin Mo asked doubtfully: "The most important thing?"

Fang Cheng explained: "Currently, there are a total of exchange competitions including the martial arts freshmen exchange competition, the old-student exchange competition, and the cultural teacher exchange competition. Among them, our Diwu won the championship in the martial arts freshmen exchange competition, the literary teacher exchange competition, and the old-student exchange competition. We are the devil.

Wu."

"If we, Emperor Wu, can win the Demonic Music System Exchange Competition tomorrow, we will win three championships."

"If Mowu wins, it will be a draw, and our Emperor Wu won't be considered a complete victory."
Chapter completed!