Chapter 109 Establishing the Sword King Pavilion

"Sense?"

"Spirit spring cultivation qualifications?"

"Earth-level swordsmanship inheritance?"

Mo Wentian smiled, and Tianhu and Xiaojiao beside him also grinned silly, their eyes staring at Kulai, a little mocking, but also a little disdainful.

The majestic Emperor Wu needs to listen to the insights of a sword master who has not reached the level of a sword emperor?

As for the cultivation qualifications of the Lingquan, Mo Wentian really didn't care about it. The Mo family has a spiritual vein, and if one cultivates in the spiritual vein, even if it is not as good as this Lingquan, it is not far behind.

As for the last earth-level swordsmanship inheritance...

"Earth-level swordsmanship can also be called inheritance?"

The corner of his mouth curled into a teasing look. In his mind, he had no interest in cultivating heaven-level swordsmanship, let alone earth-level swordsmanship.

"That... your name is Kulai, right?"

Seeing Kulai in front of him, Mo Wentian asked with a smile.

"That's right!"

Kulai frowned and nodded.

Seeing Mo Wentian's playful eyes, Kulai suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"A sword master in the sixth level of wasteland is already considered pretty good!"

After walking around Kulai twice, Mo Wentian nodded in satisfaction, then said with a smile: "I'll give you a chance, surrender to me, Mo Wentian, how about I let you join my Sword King Pavilion?"

"Sword King Pavilion?"

"give me a chance?"

Ku Lai was stunned, and the others also looked at Mo Wentian with astonishment on their faces.

In Immortal Sword City, is there such a force?

"What kind of power is this Sword King Pavilion, why have I never heard of it!"

"It should be a small third-class force!"

"Third-class forces dare to invite Ku, isn't that courting death?"

...

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian with a sneer on their faces. They didn't grasp the good opportunity, but now they went to invite Ku Lai. Who is Ku Lai?

Let alone a third-class force, even if it was a second-class force, Ku Lai didn't take it seriously.

"Boy, you want to invite me to join the Sword King Pavilion...hahaha..."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai suddenly burst out laughing, and then said disdainfully, "Boy, do you know what kind of power our Heavenly Killing Gang is?"

"What force?"

Mo Wentian asked with a smile.

"Wait!"

"Boy, do you know what a first-class power is? There are only two first-class powers in the entire Immortal Sword City. Even if the members of my Heavenly Killing Gang kill you, the elders in the door will not care!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai said arrogantly.

"So awesome..."

Mo Wentian smiled evilly, and then said with a smile: "So, you don't want this opportunity!"

"Chance!"

His dry face completely turned cold.

He has already said how powerful the Heavenly Killing Gang is, but Mo Wentian still invites him to join some shit Sword King Pavilion. This is no longer ignorance, but...

Outright provocation.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said coldly.

"This kid, he is committing suicide!"

"Dare to talk to Kulai like that, he's finished!"

"poor child……"

...

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian with sneer in their eyes.

Arrogance, ignorance!

"Boss, this kid is too arrogant..."

Xiaojiao's voice rang out in Mo Wentian's mind again, if Mo Wentian hadn't stopped him, he would have shot this shit outright and killed him.

"No hurries?"

Mo Wentian smiled indifferently, he had entered the Immortal Sword Gate for a day, and he attacked more than a dozen second-class forces in the entire city, and he also attracted first-class forces!

But now, Gai Botong has not appeared yet.

There is only one possibility, his request is a bit troublesome!

That is to say...

His plan to enter the Four Elephant Gate was rejected by the Sword Emperor of the Four Elephant Gate!

"I will definitely go in through the Four Elephant Gate, if I don't come out, then I will beat you until you come out!"

With a cold smile, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"I don't ask the sky, set up the first-class sword king pavilion!"

In front of the inn, watching a group of Immortal Sword Sect disciples discussing a lot, Mo Wentian's arrogant voice suddenly resounded in the void.

"Establish the Sword King Pavilion, it turns out that this kid just established the Sword King Pavilion!"

"This kid is too arrogant. He just came to Xianjianmen and dared to form a power!"

"The faction that has just been established invites Senior Brother Ku Lai, this is absolutely committing suicide..."

...

In an instant, there was a lot of noise in front of the inn, and a group of people looked at Mo Wentian with expressions on their faces.

The dry face also instantly darkened.

The Sword King Pavilion was established.

Mo Wentian is playing him like a monkey!

"Boy, you said you want to form a first-class force?"

Seemingly remembering something, Ku Lai suddenly looked at Mo Wentian mockingly.

"What, is there something wrong?"

Mo Wentian looked at Kulai and asked with a frown.

"Boy, do you know the conditions for forming a first-class force? Why do you think cats and dogs can also form a first-class force?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai's eyes were full of ridicule.

"What conditions?"

Mo Wentian asked playfully.

"Boy, if you don't know, I'll tell you!"

"In Immortal Sword City, in order to establish a first-class force, you must have true disciples, and among the first-class forces, you must have a sword master at the Tianhe state and ten sword masters with more than ten sword souls."

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai said with a face full of disdain.

"True disciple?"

Mo Wentian smiled, and then a light flashed in his hand, and a waist card appeared in the palm of Mo Wentian's hand.

"The identity card of the beggar elder!"

A group of people exclaimed, the badge in Mo Wentian's hand belonged to Gai Botong.

"What's your relationship with Elder Beggar?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Ku Lai asked in a cold voice.

"Little guy, Elder Beggar personally said that with this waist card, he can directly become a true disciple, you say..."

"Is my request met?"

Mo Wentian said with a smile.

"Directly become a true disciple!"

There was a lot of noise in front of the inn, and a group of people watched Qu Lai, and finally realized why Tiansha Gang, a first-class force, would come to invite Mo Wentian directly.

Once you get started, you become a true disciple. This is the first row in the Immortal Sword Gate.

"Even if you become a true disciple, can you meet the other requirements of the Sword King Pavilion?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Kulai said with a serious face.

"other requirements?"

Mo Wentian smiled faintly, and then suddenly shouted in a cold voice: "Xiao Jiao, whoever dares not submit to the people who came here today will be killed!"

"killed?"

A group of people looked at Mo Wentian blankly.

But the next moment, everyone's expressions changed.

"Roar……"

A roar came, and an incomparably ferocious aura suddenly came out violently. In front of the inn, an Ice Soul Jiao that was several tens of feet suddenly appeared.

"Boss, I have endured this kid for a long time..."

Xiaojiao's excited voice rang in Mo Wentian's mind, and he saw Xiaojiao swish his tail with a dragon move, and directly slammed it down at Ku.

"How is this going?"

"A monster beast at the peak of the third level, my God!"

"Run away!"

...

Some third-class forces who were watching the excitement quickly ran away, and even a dozen second-class forces looked at the Bing Po Jiao Jiao with impressive faces, and then quickly backed away.

"A monster at the peak of the third level, how can you have a monster at the peak of the third level?"

Ku Lai's eyes were full of inconceivability, a monster beast at the peak of the third level, with the least combat power, was comparable to a swordsman in the Tianhe realm.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho..."

"Boom..."

The little dragon's tail frantically twitched towards the dry.

"White Tiger Sword Soul!"

"Desolate ancient swordsmanship!"

A prehistoric spirit spread, and in Kulai's hand, a blue sword appeared, and streaks of purple sword energy transformed into several huge white tigers, rushing towards Xiaojiao.

"Ants dare to shake giant elephants..."

Seeing the white tiger rushing, Xiaojiao smiled disdainfully, and directly tore the white tiger into pieces with a few claws.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Kulai's mouth, and the little Jiao tore it to pieces, it was the Baihu Sword Soul from Kulai.

The sword soul was wounded, and Kulai's body was also slightly injured.

"Surrender, or die!"

Mo Wentian's icy voice came out, and his withered body trembled slightly.

I saw Xiao Jiao directly blocking his way of retreat.