A sarcastic smell came towards Chen Mo was stunned.

Why did I get hated when I visit this special?

"Ming Ming, you are too rude to our guests." Jin Wuliang's face darkened.

"Uncle Wuliang, what happened?" Chen Mo had a very good mentality, so he naturally would not care about a few mean words.

"Old Qi, I'll have the best tea, I'll chat with Brother Shi Jin slowly."

"Okay." Old Qi smiled slightly and left the reception room respectfully.

Everyone sat together, and Mr. Qi quickly sent someone to serve the best Shajian tea in the Western Regions. Jin Wuliang invited Chen Mo to the seat and started chatting slowly.

During the chat, Chen Mo also roughly understood the whole story.

It turns out that Zhujian Villa has a major "Four Sects Wiping Swords" competition every four years, and at that time, the four major branches of Zhujian Villa will send a disciple to participate. The winning branch will receive full support from the villa's resources, and the last one will be held by the villa's elders for poor management, and the rudder may be cancelled.

The four sects had a small test competition in the first three years. Because of the harsh environment, Jin Wuliang is located, there are very few young casters. They were all at the bottom in the first three years. According to the rules, if they are still the last in the harsh sword competition in the four sects, then Jin Wuliang may be cancelled from the helm leader, and the helm leader of the Xi Branch will be appointed by the sword villa to take over.

Zhujian Villa has always wanted to send itself to replace Jin Wuliang's great talent, so in this major test, the fate of the Xi Branch was in danger.

"The four sects wipe the swords not only a division and alternation of power within the villa, but also an opportunity to make the famous villas famous. The four major sword sects and dozens of sects in the martial arts world will participate, and the Western Branch must not fail." Jin Wuliang shook his head and sighed.

Chen Mo nodded.

If the Shenwu Jue was a major event in the transfer of power in the temple, then the four sects wiped their swords as the last prosperous era in the world.

The sects in the world have always been feared by the court, especially when the sword casting villa was built, they were upgraded to the name of Star Martial Arts, which can be regarded as the leader of the sect. If the temple and the rivers and lakes join forces, then Chang'an Mansion will be really surrounded by enemies.

Chen Mo's thoughts were heard, and Jin Wuliang rubbed his hands and said, "I'm going to hide it from you, brother, this time I want to invite you to represent our West Branch to participate in this competition."

"I can?"

"Yes, as long as you are a founder who is only 100 years old and has not joined other sects, it's fine." Jin Wuliang said.

Chen Mo thought about it.

Jin Wuliang was afraid that he would refuse, so he gave Mr. Qi a wink and added: "This four sect sword-wiping competition is rewarded with great rewards. As long as fellow Taoists help, great talent will definitely support it."

Chen Mo was also about to inquire about Zhujian Villa, and it would be nice if he could enter the competition.

The two hit it off.

"Rodermaster? Do you really want this kid to represent the Xi Branch to participate in the four sword swabs?" Manager Yun was shocked. He said to the other managers with heartache: "Don't you stop me?"

The other four looked at each other and showed a look of suspicion.

Of course, if you want to participate in the most important competition in Zhujian Villa, you must at least show some ability to convince the public.

"It seems that you want to take the exam for fellow Taoists. It's better to let them take a reassurance," Mr. Qi smiled.

Jin Wuliang has seen Chen Mo's talent in casting. Naturally, he is not comparable to other casters, but he is also very curious about how strong Chen Mo has been in seclusion in the past six months.

"What should we do to convince the public?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

Several managers looked at each other. Old Yun looked at the dozens of exquisite weapons hanging on the wall in the living room, and shook his sleeves: "As a founder, you must have a superb understanding of weapons and can easily distinguish the materials for casting a weapon. Can you tell the weapons on the wall?"

"Old Mr. Guan, are you trying to force him too much?"

"It takes decades of experience to distinguish the raw materials of weapons."

"Your grandson can't do it either."

Several people felt that Mr. Yun’s request was a bit too much.

The old man was very stubborn and refused to give in.

"Then I'll try." Chen Mo smiled.

Mr. Qi took off a sword from the wall. The sword was sharp and had chrysanthemum patterns. It was layered and layered, very beautiful. The sword was very sharp and it was broken with hair. This long sword, called "Caiju", was cast by Jin Wuliang himself and was his proud work.

Chen Mo weighed the chrysanthemum sword and gently touched the sword body with his fingers to identify the material itself. Any raw stone will leave specific characteristics after being tempered for thousands of times, and there are quite a few introductions in the casting scriptures.

Chen Mo's spiritual thoughts easily penetrated the body of Caiju's sword. The inside of the sword body was like a huge space unfolding in his sea of ​​consciousness, and all the structures were visible.

"White chrysanthemum cloud stone, twenty taels of washing sand were added, and after fifteen processes... there was a 'cloud light formation' engraved," Chen Mo said slowly.

Jin Wuliang opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "You can even know how many 20% of washing sand?"

The casting of any star weapon requires the assistance of spiritual sand, but there are tens of millions of spiritual sand in the astral realm, and when combined with any raw material, it can produce thousands of changes and integrate them into the raw material. It is difficult for intermediate casters to distinguish the amount of spiritual sand from a weapon.

"Am I right?" Chen Mo said.

"It's totally correct. The main material of this chrysanthemum picking sword is to use white chrysanthemum marble and twenty taels of washing sand." Jin Wuliang said.

"Although the properties of washing sand and white chrysanthemum marble are blended, they are not the best casting material. I think the fifteen processes that this chrysanthemum picking sword have been experienced, but the best spiritual sand that is generated is the best." Chen Mo said slowly.

Jin Wuliang laughed: "You are right. I didn't understand it back then. Later, I also felt that if I used the spiritual sand that is mutually reborn, the chrysanthemum pattern of this sword would be deeper and the formation would be stronger, which is considered a flaw."

"So the helm leader has only put Caiju in the living room for so many years?" Mr. Qi said in surprise.

Jin Wuliang nodded and looked at Chen Mo with admiration. He did not expect a young man to see through it at a glance.

Everyone was slightly surprised.

Mr. Yun was not convinced and threw out a crutch. The crutch looked plain and plain, like a withered vine, wrapped with a few vines. "Can you tell what this crutch is?"

This "stayed vine" crutch was a proud work by Mr. Yun. He was almost misled by Jin Wuliang when he was able to distinguish it. He didn't believe that a young man could see anything.

Chen Mo looked at the crutch. "This crutch seems to be made of one material, but in fact it should be made of two types: "willow wood" and "pear blossom wood". The founder's craftsmanship is very perfect. He also used the wood-gen spiritual sand "crocycle sand" to make the two woods integrated after thirty processes. I really admire it. I guess it is the masterpiece of Senior Yun."

Old Yun opened his mouth in surprise, and the kid was right.

"Manager Yun, you should be convinced this time, haha." Jin Wuliang laughed.

The old man was murmured. "How did you know..."

"Well, I have better eyesight, so I can see some nuances." Chen Mo said.

"It's impossible. Even if the 'spiritual thoughts are subtle', it's impossible to see the difference. You must be fooled." Manager Yun was dissatisfied.

Chen Mo doesn't care.

"Manager Yun, you're too narrow-minded."

"It seems that this fellow Taoist is really capable."

Several other officials also took out the weapons they cast for Chen Mo to identify them, and they were easily said to be very well-known. In the Western Branch, even some casting disciples who had been in the industry for ten years could not be as easy as Chen Mo, and everyone had to accept it.

"It's half a month since the four sects wipe the sword. In this half month, Brother Shi Jin might as well live in Daqianwan. I'll talk about the sword wipe with Brother Shi Jin."

"good."

Chen Mo has not leveled up for some time and has been casting. Since he has great support, he will not be useless.

...

There is a huge volcano in Wuyang County. There is no grass growing in a radius of dozens of miles. The heat is rolling and the high temperature is hot. Ordinary monks are unwilling to enter easily, but even such a place is still under heavy control.

On this day, a girl with black robe and silver armor and a cold face walked towards the volcano. Behind her, a man was following her carefully. The man was no one else, but Princess Wuyang's father, Yang Wang Tingfengliang, and was also one of the several princes of different surnames in the Dazhong Dynasty.

The two walked to the crater, and the surging waves of fire rushed towards each other and rushed into the sky, making people sweat profusely, but the girl Lengfrost ignored her and remained indifferent.

"What's going on these days?"

"Report to Your Highness Huan Wen, everything is fine for Your Highness the Princess." Ting Fengliang answered respectfully.

"The eldest princess..." The girl was Huan Wen, and she sneered: "You Ting family is really loyal and even calls her the eldest princess."

"I should die." Ting Fengliang was frightened and trepidated.

"Hmph, Gu wants you to die, you will have died long ago. But forget it, she is Gu's sister after all, so she should call her that." Huan Wen said: "Open the formation."

"Affect the order."

Ting Fengliang used his ten fingers to use the Ting family's unique skill "Xuanyang Finger" and pointed out a total of 9981 fingers. A barrier in front of the crater suddenly disappeared silently.

Huan Wen did not say a word and jumped down from the crater.

The girl was cold, with her hands wrapped around her chest, and her posture was arrogant. The fire waves blew across the sides. The temperature was getting higher and higher, falling thousands of meters. The temperature seemed to reach a terrifying high temperature, enough to melt the steel.

Bang.

Huan Wen stepped on the rocks, and the rolling magma around him had a high temperature of hundreds of thousands or millions of degrees. Even she had to use star power to protect her body. The hot air at the bottom of the volcano was burning everything.

Huan Wen took a few steps and followed the stones on the magma to a platform in the magma lake.

There were some tables, chairs and furniture carved from stone on the platform. Although it was simple, it also seemed extremely warm. Huan Wen looked at it and sneered even more.

The sound of carving came from the front.

In front of her, a woman was sitting in a double wheelchair more than ten meters away, and was carving a stone. The woman was covered in gray hair, but her skin was transparent, and her blood vessels were faintly exposed. At the bottom of the high-temperature volcano, a biting chill came from several meters around the woman.

"Ke Yan, you are here."

The woman spoke softly when she heard the sound.

"Ke Yan... You are the only one in the world who knows the real name of the orphan...sister."

Huan Wen sneered, held the void in his hand, took out the cold night locking moon, and walked towards the woman with great strides.
Chapter completed!