The Sacred Gate

Whether or not a miracle would occur would depend on the performance of Chen Mo and the other two.    

    

"There are only three spots left. The top ranked Liu Qinglian is only at 31st place. Chen Xiaomo will lose for sure!"    

    

So far, it seems that Chen Xiaomo is stronger than Liu Qinglian, so his ranking will probably enter the top thirty, but that's about it!    

    

"Chen Xiaomo, is destined to kneel in front of Kunlun Sect and kowtow and apologize!"    

    

Many cultivators were discussing, as if they had already seen the result.    

    

Murong Shiyin and the others all carried proud smiles on their faces, feeling extremely satisfied.    

    

The current situation was not as they had expected.    

    

The so-called dark horse did not appear.    

    

In other words, Chen Mo was definitely going to lose.    

    

Herb Sect, Great Elder of the Medicine Sect and the others also started to get nervous.    

    

Whether or not a miracle could happen would depend on Chen Mo and the other two.    

    

They naturally did not wish to see Chen Mo lose, kneeling in front of Kunlun Sect and apologizing.    

    

Ye Tianlan looked like an idiot as she looked at Ring, her eyes barely blinked, as if she had nothing to live for.    

    

"Now, please go up onto the stage and challenge Herb Sect number eight!"    

    

The judge announced Zheng Hui's name out loud.    

    

Zheng Hui stood up in excitement and came in front of Chen Mo, exclaiming emotionally: "Shixiong Xiao Mo, it's my turn, what should I do?"    

    

Chen Mo opened his eyes, smiled and stood up, then said to Zheng Hui: "Once you get up, no matter how strong the opponent is, and no matter how strong you are, from start to finish, no matter who the opponent is, roll down Ring with the fastest speed!"    

    

"If you meet a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, release all your power and sweep through my path. I want to show the Kunlun Sect how powerful my Herb Sect is!"    

    

"But you must remember, you cannot be careless and cannot underestimate your opponent. "We still need to remember our slogan. If not, then it's fine, but if we don't, then it's a surprise!"    

    

"If you're tired, come down and rest for ten minutes!"    

    

"Today, you will become a legendary figure in the Great World!"    

    

Chen Mo's words caused Herb Sect and Great Elder of the Medicine Sect to widen their eyes. Their hearts pounded and accelerated; they were extremely shocked.    

    

"Shixiong Xiao Mo, will the Heavenly Mist Senior Sister challenge him as well?"    

    

Although Zheng Hui was excited and excited, she frowned and was in a difficult situation.    

    

Chen Mo rubbed her Hair, and laughed: "We are one, with the exception of myself!"    

    

"Good Shixiong Xiao Mo!"    

    

Zheng Hui immediately replied and went up the stage in excitement.    

    

"Xiao Mo, Zheng Hui, she ? Can she? Isn't she Middle stage of the Supreme Force? "    

    

Herb Sect asked Chen Mo with incomparable nervousness.    

    

Listening to Chen Mo's words, Zheng Hui's strength should not be low in the ranking.    

    

"No, she can!" Chen Mo replied with a smile.    

    

"Xiao Mo, how strong is that Zheng Hui?"    

    

Great Elder of the Medicine Sect could not help but ask. This question was one that both she and Herb Sect yearned to know.    

    

They did not dare to guess, for fear of making a mistake.    

    

Chen Mo laughed and said: "Don't be anxious, just wait and see!"    

    

With that, Chen Mo sat down and began to hold onto Shen Bingyan's and his hands. He closed his eyes and continued to study pill refining.    

    

He knew that it would take a lot of time for Zheng Hui to fight them down side by side!    

    

Later, he would come back to watch and make a plan to deal with it.    

    

On the round table.    

    

Ouyang Hongtai laughed and said, "There are only three people left in Eldest Senior Sister. I never thought that Chen Xiaomo would lose so quickly!"    

    

Murong Shiyin nodded her head, and said with a smile: "Chen Xiaomo is definitely going to lose, I never expected him to be such a fool, digging a pit for him, and he jumped!"    

    

"A nobody, is always a nobody. In front of the Eldest Senior Sister, he will always be a clown!"    

    

Ouyang Hongtai laughed and said a few words, but in the end, he still looked down on Chen Mo and the rest.    

    

And in his heart, he already had the intention to kill Chen Mo.    

    

This time, after Chen Mo kowtows and apologizes, he will think of ways to kill Chen Mo in the future.    

    

They would be tired of living if they dared to scold him!    

    

A disciple said: "Eldest Senior Sister, take a look at this Zheng Hui, and see what rank she can reach?"    

    

Murong Shiyin casually said: "Zheng Hui is of Middle stage of the Supreme Force, with a sharp sword in hand, she should be able to rank around forty."    

    

"No matter how good it is, it won't exceed forty!"    

    

In Murong Shiyin's eyes, the only thing Zheng Hui could rely on was the White Soft Sword at her waist.    

    

I hope that today's ranking will end soon. I just want to see Chen Xiaomo kneel down and kowtow and apologize! "    

    

The cultivator laughed and said a few words, and everyone looked towards small ring.    

    

After Zheng Hui went up, she looked at the huge ranking, and excluding Ye Tianlan's name, she looked at the forty-sixth place person, and said: "I choose to challenge the forty-sixth place!"    

    

Forty-six, the head disciple of Azure Sword Sect, Lu Haoran.    

    

Lu Haoran lent him a sword. He also had Middle stage of the Supreme Force, he did not want to lose to Zheng Hui.    

    

Zheng Hui was just a Indoor Disciple, it would be disgraceful for him to lose to Zheng Hui.    

    

"Let the battle begin!"    

    

With the command of the referee, the two charged at each other with swords in their hands.    

    

The aura of strength that Zheng Hui had displayed, her Middle stage of the Supreme Force, with a sharp sword strike, had cut Lu Haoran's longsword in half.    

    

Lu Haoran turned pale with fright. He did not have the time to admit defeat, the sword on his body had already been pulled, and Lu Haoran was sent flying with a kick.    

    

Puff ?    

    

Lu Haoran smashed onto the Ring and spat out a large mouthful of blood. Although he did not die, Zheng Hui's sword was too fast, and even cut a few of his ribs.    

    

This result made countless cultivators realize once again that Zheng Hui's sword was truly not simple.    

    

"Herb Sect, Indoor Disciple, has won. Ranked 46. If you do not rest, you can choose to continue your challenge!"    

    

After the referee said a few words, he couldn't help but take another look at Zheng Hui's White Soft Sword.    

    

Zheng Hui immediately said: "I challenge the forty-fifth sword!"    

    

Forty-fifth, the head disciple of the Zheng Qi Sect, Li Menghan, also known as Middle stage of the Supreme Force.    

    

"I admit defeat!"    

    

Li Meng Han was not stupid, she knew that her sword could not compare to Zheng Hui's, and admitted defeat.    

    

Zheng Hui then said, "I choose to continue with the forty-fourth challenge!"    

    

Forty-fourth place, Green Flame Mountain's Chief Disciple, Ding Yong, Middle stage of the Supreme Force.    

    

Purple Flame Mountain, Green Flame Mountain, and Green Flame Mountain. The powers from the top ten sects of the three Great World s were mainly the forces that built Weapons.    

    

Amongst the three great forces, each of them had a natural fire.    

    

The quality of the sword that Ding Yong was using was not low, and it had an additional thirty-five percent.    

    

Previously, Ding Bu Bai and Li Huafeng had only exchanged ten or so moves, yet a few holes had already appeared on the sword and it almost broke.    

    

If Zheng Hui's sword was even sharper, she would have to surrender quickly.    

    

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, Ding Bu Bai regretted it immediately. In just a moment, his sword was easily cut off by Zheng Hui, and he was struck by a few swords on his body, sent flying with a kick.    

    

"How is this possible ?"    

    

Lying under the Ring, Ding Yong felt like dying.