"Senior Brother Yuan actually lost?"

"How can it be?"

The Sword Alliance disciples were collectively dumbfounded.

Although Yuan Jianyi is only at the seventh level of Xiantian, he is also one of the top five masters in the Sword Alliance.

His Infinite Tide Sword is a top-grade magical power.

Even Yu Tianzheng said that Yuan Jianyi was extremely talented and his future achievements would be immeasurable.

Unexpectedly, he eventually lost to his opponent.

"Judging from the situation, Senior Brother Yuan clearly has the upper hand. This is such a cowardly loss."

"Hey, it's just that Nangong Jin has too much endurance. Anyone who fights a protracted battle with him will lose."

Around Qin Mo, many disciples shook their heads and sighed.

None of them remembered that Qin Mo's words came true and hit them in the face.

Yuan Jianyi's defeat made everyone extremely depressed.

Before this battle, the Sword Alliance had lost three times in a row.

Yuan Jianyi is everyone's last fig leaf.

But now, even the last fig leaf has been torn off.

That shame, anger, and shame were like a dark cloud hanging over everyone's heads.

"Yuan Jianyi, you lost. According to the regulations, you are not qualified to step into the sword pavilion."

Nangong Jin held a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed at Yuan Jianyi's throat.

His high spirits made Yuan Jianyi's face look particularly gloomy.

This battle is not only related to the right to use the sword pavilion, but also related to the dignity of all foreign disciples.

Yuan Jianyi looked at the foreign disciples watching the battle, his eyes turned red.

What he was carrying was really too heavy.

He was unwilling to just admit defeat.

"If you have the nerve to kill me and ask me to admit defeat, I won't even think about it in the next life!"

Yuan Jianyi snorted coldly and stared at the opponent fiercely.

Nangong Jin was stunned at first.

Immediately, he showed a playful sneer, "I didn't expect you still have some backbone."

If Yuan Jianyi just admits defeat, it will be meaningless.

"It's a pity that your integrity has no value in my eyes. A foreign dog will always be a foreign dog and it can never change."

Nangong Jin laughed loudly.

This harsh laughter echoed throughout the valley.

Countless foreign disciples who were watching the battle were so angry that they gritted their teeth.

As for the disciples of the Nangong family, many of them raised their chins with proud expressions on their faces.

"What a bullshit sword alliance. I think it's just a doghouse. A group of foreign dogs gather together and dare to challenge our Nangong family. It's really ridiculous."

"Go back, foreign dogs. You are not worthy of stepping into the sword pavilion."

"Foreign dogs, go back!"

"Foreign dogs, go back!"

…

In the valley, uniform shouts and curses echoed.

Many foreign disciples could not bear this humiliation and fled in a hurry as if they had committed a heinous crime.

Around Qin Mo, many people lowered their heads.

They endured the humiliation and turned around dejectedly, not wanting to stay here any longer.

Seeing this, Qin Mo shouted coldly: "No one is allowed to leave!"

Everyone froze and looked at Qin Mo in surprise.

"Why are you still here? Isn't it embarrassing enough?"

"They all called us dogs..."

Someone gritted his teeth and said.

"So? You are just willing to be dogs?"

Qin Mo's face was cold and he glared at everyone.

"So what if you don't want to? Even Senior Brother Yuan has lost, who can turn the tide? Could it be that we still rely on you?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"What qualifications do you have to teach us a lesson? Who the hell are you?"

There was even a fierce disciple who poked Qin Mo's chest with his finger.

In everyone's eyes, Qin Mo is just a fifth-level innate, unknown junior, why should he talk nonsense in front of them?

Seeing the performance of this group of people, Qin Mo didn't even have the motivation to get angry.

A group of guys who are humble to the core, not worthy of his wrath.

"Foreign dog, get out of here!"

At this moment, a figure reflected back from the iron cable bridge.

As soon as Yuan Jian spurted out a mouthful of black blood, his whole aura plummeted, and he fell in front of Qin Mo like a puddle of mud.

Nangong Jin's attack was so cruel that he shattered Yuan Jianyi's spiritual roots into pieces.

Once your spiritual roots are broken, your cultivation will be completely destroyed.

"Senior Brother Yuan..."

Su Zhe and several other members of the Sword Alliance quickly surrounded him.

The remaining foreign disciples dispersed one after another, fearing to avoid him.

It's none of your business, just leave it alone.

Anyway, they just came to watch the fun.

"Senior Brother Yuan, take this Ziyang Pill first."

Qin Mo stuffed a purple pill into Yuan Jianyi's mouth.

This Ziyang Pill was given to him by Yu Tianzheng to heal his injuries.

But Qin Mo's self-healing power was so strong that Zi Danyang was not put to use at all.

After Yuan Jian took the Ziyang Pill, his expression softened a lot.

Unfortunately, his broken spiritual roots are difficult to repair.

Yuan Jianyi's eyes were red and sparkling with tears.

He begged Qin Mo in a voice that was almost like a roar, "Junior brother Qin, avenge me..."

Hearing this, the disciples around him were stunned.

Did Yuan Jianyi break his brain?

You actually place your hopes on a fifth-level innate person?

"Junior Brother Qin! Avenge me!"

Yuan Jianyi kept roaring.

That kind of unwillingness and that kind of anger overflowed from his eyes.

Seeing Yuan Jianyi at this moment, Qin Mo suddenly thought of Qin Mingyuan.

His father's spiritual roots were destroyed by others.

How cruel is that for a cultivator?

“I will get Nangong Jin’s life back for you!”

An indescribable anger completely erupted from Qin Mo's heart.

He stood up slowly, staring at Nangong Jin like a poisonous snake.

The terrifying murderous aura continued to permeate from his body.

The disciples around him were all trembling with excitement.
To be continued...