My magic weapons are all rule-based

Another elder presiding over the game wore an awkward but polite smile on his face: "The winner of this match is Duan Shi, Mo Heng lost unfortunately, but victory and defeat are common in the military. Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. If he can enter the arena of the Heroes Gathering, he will definitely achieve something in the future."

"What are you talking about when he fainted?"

"That's right, he died in one encounter. If my senior brother hadn't stopped, his body would have been cold."

"Brother Xize really overestimates his own abilities. He thinks that he dares to make trouble in the north after practicing the Heart-Slaying Sword Classic... Hehe, he humiliates himself."

The audience kept making noises.

On the rostrum, Xu Shan's face was dark.

The first match....the grand opening was originally quite successful.

As a result, Mo Heng, this kid, fought like this in the first match. He thought it was acceptable if he could fight back.

But he didn't expect that he couldn't survive a single move.

How did this kid get in...

Sun Yuanzheng's face on the side didn't look much better.

The words about the Heart-Slaying Sword Classic kept jumping into his ears.

The top inheritance of Zixiao Sword Sect has now fallen into the crowd and become a piece of trash that no one likes.

This little bastard from Xize is wasting his ancestors' things like this!

The second group of competitions has begun to warm up, and the presiding elder is passionately introducing them in mid-air.

Seeing Mo Heng being carried away from the arena and sent for treatment, Xu Shan slowly stood up.

"Everyone, please enjoy the subsequent competitions. Xu has some things to deal with. I will be back soon."

The people around nodded in agreement, and Xu Shan left directly.

He went directly to the special rescue room.

Mo Heng was still in a coma, and medicine was used for internal and external injuries.

Xu Shan went forward to check carefully.

The injury was not too serious, and Duan Shi still held back at the last moment.

There was some residual sword energy in the body that had not been cleared away.

However, Mo Heng's foundation was not bad, and this injury should be completely recovered after a period of rest.

He should be able to wake up in a while.

After briefly speaking to the monks in the rescue room, Xu Shan picked up Mo Heng and left the arena.

.....

In the dean's office, Xu Shan bent over his desk and processed various documents.

Mo Heng lay on the ground, breathing evenly.

After a long time, Mo Heng woke up slowly.

His eyeballs moved, but his mind was still a little dizzy.

He stared at the ceiling blankly, and a tear slid down silently.

Lost...I lost?

I didn't even survive a single move?

How could this happen? I had clearly defeated countless masters in the North and entered the Heroes' Gathering.

But I couldn't even survive a single move in the official arena?

I am clearly the chosen one!

Mo Heng's lips moved, and his chest rose and fell.

The huge wound on his shoulder and neck oozed a large amount of blood.

Sobs came out of his mouth.

Mo Heng covered his face, feeling guilty and ashamed of his mentor!

.....

"Oh... my poor apprentice, he has no other problems except that he loves to stew at night, Master Xu, you should teach him."

"What! No wonder you didn't want to be in his hands at first... You should have said it earlier, and it's disgusting that you ran back to my hands."

"No! I didn't want to go either, didn't you force me to go? Now you dislike me again, right!"

Xu Shan rubbed his eyebrows, put down his pen and raised his eyes and said: "Are you awake?"

Mo Heng wiped away his tears, blushed and choked: "Where is this... You saved me, may I ask your name."

"Xu Shan... You are still in Lijia Village."

Xu Shan... Dean Xu! ?

Mo Heng was shocked, and the loss in his heart was suppressed immediately. He turned his head and wanted to see Xu Shan.

But the injury was too serious, and a large amount of blood gushed out immediately after being pulled.

Xu Shan released his spiritual power to fix him, and said: "Don't move lightly until your injury is relieved."

"Dean Xu, I have something to say..."

"What a coincidence, I also have something to ask you, where did the ring on your hand come from?" Xu Shan asked with a stern face.

"Ring..." Mo Heng raised his hand, looked at the 'ancient ring' on his finger, and asked hesitantly, "I wonder if Dean Xu knows about the Biao tribe."

"I know, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Mo Heng looked embarrassed, and finally made up his mind and began to tell.

In front of someone like Dean Xu, he no longer had the ability to test whether it was safe, and the only thing he could do was to tell it frankly.

"Actually, I am a descendant of the Biao tribe..."

....

"I feel so embarrassed."

After listening to Mo Heng's words, Zhang Biao spoke faintly.

"Hold on!" Xu Shan kept communicating with Zhang Biao in his heart with a wooden face, "This kid's coming is a troublesome thing. If he knows that we cheated him, he will hate me, but I can't kill him."

"The Heart-Slaying Sword Classic, the Purple Sky Sword Sect and the Lijia Village are all known to everyone. It's too easy to be exposed. I have to find Sun Yuanzheng to work with me to make up a story to deceive this kid. If you have time, help me think of a script."

"Hey? What do I think?"

"You can make it up, and I'll fool him with the rest."

Mo Heng was lying on the ground. Seeing that Xu Shan didn't speak, he suppressed his anxiety and said, "Dean Xu, I have finished my story. I want to know whether the White Emperor Holy Sword is in Lijia Village."

"Yes, since your identity is fine, I will take you to see the sword when you recover from your injury. But I can tell you that the sword is extraordinary. Only those who are truly capable of controlling it can pull it out."

Mo Heng was ecstatic.

Smooth! This is too smooth!

This Dean Xu is really an honest man... Doesn't he even verify it?

I'm so lucky...

"Can we go now?"

Xu Shan covered his face and said, taking a peek at Mo Heng's idiotic expression.

"Can you do this?"

"Yes, I have a life-saving pill." Mo Heng said as he took out a green pill from his storage bag and put it in his mouth.

Green light permeated between the wounds, and the flesh torn by the sword wounds was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, Mo Heng stood up and touched the scars on his shoulders and neck and said, "It will take some time, but it won't affect the action."

Damn, a treasure was wasted! This kid has such a good thing? It seems that he has grown to this point today due to some adventure.

Xu Shan was annoyed and forced a smile: "Okay, let's go, but if the sword can't be pulled out, I can't do anything."

...

Ten minutes later, the two appeared in front of the dilapidated sundry building.

Xu Shan pointed at the door with a stern expression and said, "The White Emperor's Holy Sword is right here. This place has always been a forbidden area in my Lijia Village. It is usually used as a storage room to hide from people. But since the White Emperor's Holy Sword flew back, I have been guarding it strictly and no one has approached this place."

"Mo Heng, I didn't expect you to appear here suddenly. Maybe the responsibility of my Lijia Village to guard for ten thousand years can be relieved by you... But before you go in, we have a promise."

"Senior, please speak!"

"If you fail to draw the sword once, you need to go through the nine hundred and ninety-nine trials specified by my Lijia Village before you can draw the sword again."

"What? Nine hundred and ninety-nine is so much?" Mo Heng was shocked.

Xu Shan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Nine hundred and ninety-nine trials represent the journey of extreme hardship and near perfection. Every difficulty is a test of one's character and will. The last level is to draw the sword! This is the rule set by our ancestors. If you have any doubts, you don't have to draw the sword. Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

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