This monk is a bit mean

Mo Han's original name was Mo Erdan. He was born in a small village at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

When he was nine years old, he was discovered to have spiritual roots by an immortal master from Kunlun Mountain.

He was brought to Kunlun Mountain and joined the Yunhai Sect, where he became an outer disciple of this small sect and was renamed Mo Han.

In recent years, the Yunhai Sect has been declining, and the resources within the sect have become increasingly scarce. Outer disciples like Mo Han have been sent out of the sect to gain experience.

It's called training, but in fact it's going out to search for natural treasures in the mortal world.

After Mo Han arrived in Chang'an City, he accidentally got a piece of news that Jin'an King's military advisor Lin Nanzhi had a guqin in his hand, and this guqin was said to be a top-level magical instrument.

When he first heard the news, Mo Han sneered, thinking how could such a top-level magical weapon be in the hands of a mortal.

But after seeing Lin Ruonan holding a martial arts competition to find a husband, Mo Han fell in love with her.

It doesn't matter what kind of magic weapon it is, he mainly wants to participate in the martial arts competition to gain experience.

He participated in a martial arts competition to win a bride, won the beauty, and at the same time, he also snatched a top-level magic weapon. He killed two birds with one stone, and was very happy.

Mo Han was standing under the arena at the west gate of Chang'an City at this moment. He didn't care about the competition on the stage at all.

He just hoped that the above two would end quickly so that he could get on stage earlier and enter the next round earlier.

Because it was his turn for the next match, the wooden sign in his hand read "Ximen Arena No. 2".

Mo Han didn't know who his unlucky opponent No. 63 was. No matter who he was, he would defeat his opponent with lightning speed in the first game.

The purpose is simple.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

He wanted his opponents in the next few rounds to give up and surrender when they saw him, saving some time.

This way he could practice dual cultivation with his future partner sooner.

At this moment, Yun Shu in the crowd didn't know that he had become the "unlucky guy No. 63".

After he bet his entire fortune on his victory, he began to pay attention to the competition on the stage.

The competition between the two people on the stage seemed to have come to an end.

The centurion Peng Wei was clearly no match for the Beggars' Sect elder Xie Changkui.

He was forced into the corner of the ring by Xie Changkui's dog-beating stick and had no chance to fight back.

Xie Changkui was extremely arrogant at this moment.

After he forced Peng Wei into a corner, he turned to the audience and said, "Those of you who bet on me to win, you have to give me 30% later, otherwise, hmph!"

Xie Changkui deliberately showed off and only said half of it.

There were some impatient people in the audience who asked hastily, "How about this?"

"I will use the dog-beating stick in my hand and chase you all over Chang'an Street like beating a dog! Hahaha!" Xie Changkui laughed arrogantly.

"Oh!" There was another round of boos from the audience.

Xie Changkui felt that he was not pretending enough, so he stretched out his left foot and was about to step on Peng Wei's head.

He silently said in his heart: "Boy, let Master Kui step on you for a bit, just to show off, you don't mind, do you?"

But this one action of his revealed a flaw.

Xie Changkui didn't care much about this small flaw.

But someone cares.

Centurion Peng Wei, who was about to admit defeat, showed a sinister look on his face, and the sword in his hand cut towards Xie Changkui's leg that was about to step on him at an extremely fast speed.

Such a sword-drawing speed has never been seen since the beginning of the competition.

Xie Changkui had no time to react to the attack at such a fast speed. He held up the dog-beating stick and watched helplessly as his right leg was cut off at the root.

He felt a sharp pain in his right leg, all the energy in his body dissipated, and he was stabbed in the chest by a sword. Xie Changkui fell straight down from the stage like a chopped-off tree stump.

All that was left on the stage was his bloody broken leg.

The entire west gate of Chang'an City fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, Xie Changkui's screams like a pig being slaughtered were heard.

Then screams from the audience watching the game began to rang out.

All kinds of screams mixed together, and it was hard to tell which ones were out of excitement and which ones were out of fear.

The green-clad maid who was serving as the host on the stage had already been frightened out of her wits by the cruel scene before her.

She even forgot to scream and ran to the side of the ring and vomited continuously.

The few servants of the Lin Mansion around the maid did not react so strongly.

Although the leading maid did not give them any instructions, they still ran over in a well-trained manner to carry the injured away, and then cleaned the arena as quickly as possible.

After a long time, the green-dressed maid who had vomited returned to the ring, cleared her throat and said loudly: "The winner of the first match is number one Peng Wei."

"Now we are going to have the second match, number two versus number sixty-three. Please come on stage."

Just as he finished speaking, a young Taoist holding an ancient sword spread his wings like a roc and jumped to the right side of the ring with great domineering power.

The moment he landed, a loud thunder exploded under his feet, causing tinnitus in the ears of the nearby audience.

"Wow! This is the legendary Taoist priest."

"This Taoist priest is so young and handsome."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this young Taoist's kung fu. There are thunders under his feet. How can ordinary mortals like us fight against him?"

"I don't know which unlucky guy this Taoist priest is fighting against."

"You must have been scared by the Taoist priest to the point of peeing your pants, so you don't dare to go on stage, hahaha."

Amidst the jeers from the audience, the "unlucky guy" Yun Shu jumped onto the stage using the most ordinary Shaolin light skills.

After I went on stage, I found that the number of audience members was more than five times that of the first show.

It turned out that the spectators from other city gates and the contestants whose turn it was not yet, heard that an immortal was going to compete on stage, and they all ran to the arena at the west gate to watch.

Yunshu even saw Li Mao in the crowd.

He sighed in his heart: "Alas...if I lose this game, I will lose face..."

"Come on, place your bets. Buy and hold on. Buy and hold on. The odds for Little Monk are 1 to 100. If you bet 1 tael on Little Monk, you can win 100 taels. If you miss this chance, you won't have it again!" The steward of Baotai Casino was frantically trying to attract customers.

But no audience member dared to bet on Yunshu to win.

Yunshu sighed.

At this time, the young Taoist priest on the opposite side politely clasped his fists towards Yun Shu and said, "Yunhai Sect, Mo Han."

"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Yunshu." Yunshu saluted with his hands clasped together.

"Look, it's still a monk!"

"A monk also participates in a martial arts competition to find a bride? I'm afraid he is just a wine-drinking and meat-eating monk."

"Monk versus Taoist priest, haha, interesting!"

"The Taoist priest is an immortal and knows the art of thunder and lightning. Can this monk defeat him?"

"Monk, surrender quickly. Buddha will forgive you." Someone in the audience suggested to Yunshu.

Mo Han also heard it. He looked at Yun Shu with a smile and said, "Young Master, you are no match for me. It's your bad luck that you met me in the first round. You can step down by yourself. I won't make it difficult for you."

Holy shit! Is this guy so good at pretending?

Yunshu originally wanted to restrain himself and not say such mean words to provoke him.

Now he can't bear it anymore. Who isn't a cultivator?

"Amitabha, little donor, I see that you are still young, and I'm afraid that your hair hasn't even grown out yet. A queen like Miss Lin is not something that a young chick like you can control. It's better to leave her to me. I will definitely satisfy Miss Lin for you."

Yun Shu spoke with full energy, and although he did not deliberately raise his voice, the audience below the stage could hear him clearly.

This remark caused a commotion in the audience, and everyone looked at Mo Han to see how this immortal would get back his dignity.

Li Mao in the distance couldn't help shaking his head and said, "Senior brother is always senior brother. No matter who he faces, he is always so mean and intimidating!"

Mo Han on the stage was already stunned with anger.

He couldn't believe that a mere mortal ant dared to speak to him like that.

When Yunshu came on stage, he had already scanned Yunshu's entire body with his spiritual sense.

There is not a single spiritual energy fluctuation on this monk, he is a pure mortal.

Mo Han couldn't understand how such a mortal could speak so disrespectfully to the Great Immortal Master Mo.

How dare you?

He gritted his yellow teeth and shouted angrily: "Little bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

Then he raised the sword in his right hand and made a gesture with his left hand. A lightning bolt as thick as a chopstick burst out from the tip of his sword and shot towards Yunshu.