The Sacred Gate

This way, they would truly have a sense of belonging and be able to properly display their punches and kicks.    

However, to all the cultivators of Fallen Leaves Sect, they were not convinced when they heard that Chen Mo had control of the Fallen Leaves Sect.    

All of them had ugly expressions on their faces.    

An elder stood up and said seriously, "Brat, you think you're amazing just because you're a top martial general? You want to swallow my Fallen Leaves Sect? "    

Another elder stood up and said: "Brat, I advise you to scram right now. My Fallen Leaves Sect does not need someone as arrogant as yourself to manage it.    

There was even a Grand Elder who couldn't help but say: "Brat, what virtue or ability do you have to actually want to become a Fallen Leaves Sect? You are just a small martial general, how can This King crush you with a wave of his hand? "    

"What qualifications do you have to say such words?"    

The elder on the stage was a level fifty Martial King.    

Everyone in Fallen Leaves Sect were discussing and expressing their opinions, many of them saying that they wanted to kill Chen Mo.    

Hua Yuyan whispered into Chen Mo's ear, "Chen Mo, why don't we leave the Fallen Leaves Sect together, find a place to directly establish a sect's power outside!"    

Hua Xueji was very clear that with Chen Mo's strength, he was still a lot weaker than the Fallen Leaves Sect.    

If Chen Mo was a Martial King, there was still some possibility.    

Chen Mo didn't say anything for the time being.    

He looked at Ye Luo with a faint smile.    

As a Sect Master, Ye Luo had the final say whether he agreed to it or not.    

Ye Luo was also thinking about this.    

To be able to allow the Fallen Leaves Sect to grow and expand, she didn't have any objections.    

But Chen Mo was only a martial general, what benefits could he bring to the Fallen Leaves Sect?    

"Everyone, quiet!"    

Ye Luo pressed his hands together, calming the crowd. She looked at Chen Mo and said: "Chen Mo, if you want to be the Sect Master, the first thing you need to do is to have the power to serve the masses. We are Fallen Leaves Sect, seventeen wuxiaojie, and three Martial King.    

Chen Mo laughed and said: Alright, if you want to be convinced of everyone's strength, then let's compete!    

"Forget about the wuxiaojie, the three great Martial King s of your Fallen Leaves Sect can join hands to deal with me. If you can defeat me, all of you have the final say!"    

"Hiss ?"    

The cultivators of Fallen Leaves Sect all sucked in a breath of cold air.    

A small general, separated by the wuxiaojie, actually dared to ask three Martial King s to join hands?    

They really did not know where Chen Mo got his courage from.    

The Grand Elder of Fallen Leaves Sect could no longer hold it in and stood up. She pointed at Chen Mo and said: "Kid, you don't need me to teach you a lesson. If you can defeat this master, then this master will have nothing to say! "    

"But if you don't have that kind of ability, don't blame me for being ruthless, making you a cripple even if you don't die!"    

Chen Mo nodded and said: "Alright, come then!"    

After saying that, Chen Mo raised his hand and a Fourth Level longsword appeared in it.    

"Chen Mo, don't be rash!"    

Hua Xueji worriedly asked.    

Hua Yuyan laughed and said to Hua Xueji: "Don't worry about him, he's powerful!"    

Even after hearing Hua Yuyan say this, Hua Xueji and the others were still very worried.    

To fight a general in a Martial King, was equivalent to crossing two great levels.    

Could Chen Mo hold on?    

"Fine, let's see what qualifications you have to be so arrogant!"    

The Great Master said coldly. The aura of a Martial King of the 52nd step was released and he flew out from the large chair, slashing towards Chen Mo's face.    

With this, the Grand Elder did not hold back at all, as all three stages of Sword Qi had already appeared.    

The speed of the sword was too fast, so fast that everyone thought that Chen Mo would not be able to dodge at all, he was afraid that he would be cut into two halves.    

Chen Mo quickly moved to the side, dodging the sword strike. At the same time, he quickly changed his footwork and pulled the distance between him and the Great Perfection Stage.    

He was shocked that his attack did not hit, and he quickly pulled out his sword to stab towards the sword, using all his strength to attack Chen Mo.    

Chen Mo's figure was like a ghost, constantly dodging the Sword Qi of the Grand Supreme, and continued to pull in distance from the Grand Supreme.    

Over ten consecutive strikes, yet they did not touch the corner of Chen Mo's clothes. The Grand Preceptor was incomparably shocked.    

This movement technique was actually this fast?    

Ye Luo and the others stared with wide eyes, feeling extremely shocked.    

The Great Clan Elder was anxious, but he could not use any more power or swords to seal Chen Mo.    

As Chen Mo got closer, he dodged the sword on the ground, and with a casual stab, the sword tip already touched the Throat on the ground.    

"Ugh ?"    

The Great Master's face instantly stiffened as he became motionless.    

The scene froze.    

"Thanks!"    

Chen Mo kept his longsword s. On top of the Throat s, a small blood hole appeared, droplets of blood continuously appearing.    

On his forehead, there were fine beads of sweat. There was even a drop of sweat that was forming and rolling down his forehead.    

"What a fast sword, what a fast movement technique ?"    

The Great Matriarch swallowed and said.    

Then, he cupped his fists towards Chen Mo and said: "little friend, please forgive me for my earlier clash. You are qualified to be the Sect Master, but as for what exactly you are going to do, you will have to depend on Sect Master Ye!"    

The Great Master knew that if Chen Mo had stabbed a little more, his life would have been in danger.    

Even if he didn't die, he would at least be severely injured!    

No one in the spot cultivator was unconvinced.    

Separated by wuxiaojie, Chen Mo, as a martial general, was actually able to defeat Martial King.    

There was nothing to be said about his strength.    

Ye Luo took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, he said: "Chen Mo, your strength and combat power is indeed worthy to be the Fallen Leaves Sect!"    

"But my Fallen Leaves Sect is developing well. No one wants to pass down the position of Sect Master to anyone else!"    

"However, as a member of the martial way, everyone's goal is strength and survival!"    

"If you become the Fallen Leaves Sect, what benefits can you bring to us?"    

Chen Mo laughed, looked at everyone and said: "If I become the Sect Master, what I can bring to you all, is only increase in strength!"    

"I dare not say too much about the other benefits!"    

The Fallen Leaves Sect Cultivators looked at each other.    

They were curious, what confidence did Chen Mo have to increase their strength?    

If they could improve themselves, they could do it themselves.    

Ye Luo said, "little friend, what do you mean by that? "If your strength increases, you can also improve by yourself!"    

Chen Mo laughed and said: "Sect Master Ye, the increase in strength that I am talking about, is directly thanks to the Elemental Energy Pill pill. I will provide the pill, you guys can focus on raising your own strength!"    

"It doesn't matter how much you say it, Junior Sister Yuyan, come here!"    

Hua Yuyan walked in front of Chen Mo and laughed with incomparable confidence.    

Everyone looked at Chen Mo, not knowing what he was trying to do!    

Chen Mo opened his mouth and said: "My Junior Sister is Hua Yuyan, and we have just joined the Fallen Leaves Sect, do you all know her current strength?"    

"Understood, samurai of the eleventh rank!"    

Lin Qian replied.