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Chapter 1002 Sword Collection

"Not good! Feng Wujiang is gone." The few people screamed in shock.

"What, he is gone?" the leader of the Tang Sect asked first, incredible.

Feng Wujiang was poisoned by him and could not move, so why did he disappear?

Could it be that a disciple of the Sword Sect rescued him?

Or, he thought of a way himself, suppressed the poison and ran away.

Feng Wujiang must have known that once everyone enters the sword hut, everything about him will be exposed, everyone's anger will definitely overwhelm him, and he will definitely die, so he escaped in the chaos.

Several people were panting and focused: "Yes, when we return to the sword hall, Feng Wujiang will disappear. As for the others, we didn't see any one."

"Damn it, he actually ran away."

"He must have known that the conspiracy was exposed and that he knew that he would be dead, so he would run away."

"Feng Wujiang's insidiousness and cunning can be seen."

Everyone was talking, their faces became increasingly ugly, and finally asked the leader of the Tang Sect: "Lord Tang, your poison is unparalleled in the world. Is Feng Wujiang able to detoxify?"

The leader of the Tang Sect was silent for a while and said, "My poison can indeed be resolved, but that is not something that ordinary people can do."

The leader of the Tang sect did not kill him, so although he caused Feng Wujiang to lose his power of action, he did not take his life. Therefore, this poison can indeed be resolved.

"Feng Wujiang is not an ordinary person." Someone whispered, everyone's hearts were dark and their hearts were hanging in the air.

Yu Mo thought of Feng Wujiang poisoning Ren Jingyun and then framed the Tang sect leader, which shows that Feng Wujiang was not aware of the poison technique. He was really likely to detoxify himself, but everyone neglected this for a while.

"Feng Wujiang must have escaped. In the future, everyone must be careful." Yu Mo reminded kindly.

"Ah, how can this work?" Everyone was gasping for a cold breath. Feng Wujiang, the murderer, stayed outside and swayed. Everyone could be hit by his poisonous hands at any time. It was like a sword hanging above everyone's heads. The sword could fall down at any time and take their lives.

"Yu Mo, Feng Wujiang is crazy and is the public enemy of the world. You can't let him ignore it. You must catch him out and rectify the Dharma on the spot to serve as a warning. In this way, everyone's safety will be guaranteed."

"This is very true. Yu Mo, you have revealed the true face of Feng Wujiang for us. We are grateful in our hearts, but we cannot give up halfway. We must eliminate all evil things. We must get rid of Feng Wujiang."

Everyone begged and put all their hopes on Yu Mo.

Feng Wujiang's swordsmanship is superb, and they are no match for them. If Feng Wujiang takes revenge, their sect may be destroyed overnight, so naturally they hope to get Yu Mo's protection.

As a result, Yu Mo's status has risen, and no one dares to question him.

Yu Mo was slightly stunned and realized this, which was really a surprise.

He clasped his fists to everyone and said, "Everyone, listen to my words, Feng Wujiang is the public enemy of the world. As a member of the world, I am naturally responsible and will definitely find ways to get rid of this big devil."

"Yu Mogaoyi, we are very grateful."

"Feng Wujiang said that he was kind and righteous, but he was such a person in secret. He didn't deserve to carry his shoes to Yu Mo. He even wanted to represent our fellow travelers."

"Yes, if he really lets his conspiracy succeed, that is the end of our world."

The leader of the Tang Sect was delighted. After this battle, no one in the world would dare to be dissatisfied with Yu Mo. His reputation was unparalleled. Even if Lingshan seized his identity as a cultivator to make a fuss, the people in the world might not buy it.

Qingcheng's heart was already sluggish when he looked at everyone, and he sank into the bottom of the valley, and he also thought of this.

"The master doesn't know the news yet. If she knew it, she would not know what would happen."

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of the Buddha's mouth and said to himself: "What the abbot said is very true. It is indeed more difficult and more meaningful to read countless people than reading thousands of books."

Yu Mo said loudly: "Everyone, please listen to my words. Feng Wujiang will definitely hide it, but evil will not suppress righteousness. One day, he will pay the price for his actions and will definitely be punished. Now, let's solve the problem of Jianlu first."

Sword House!

Everyone's eyes were hot and their attention was pulled back. The swords and sword scores seemed to emit an attractive light, attracting everyone.

"I suggest that all sword scores be collected and compiled into a book, so that everyone can practice. How about it?" Yu Mo suggested.

Compiled into a book, can everyone practice?

Many people have complex expressions in their eyes.

"This method is good. We all should work together to publish these sword recipes to the public. Everyone can practice. This is the best way. We can definitely unite more friends in the world."

Some people accepted it happily and admired it.

But some people were also angry and did not think so, and raised objections: "There is the sword score of our sect, which is the treasure of our sect. How can others be allowed to practice?"

Yu Mo was unmoved and said, "If your sect does not agree, I will not force you. The sword scores in other sects that agree can be compiled into a book and everyone can pass them on to practice. But because your sect does not agree to do this, you naturally do not have the right to practice these sword scores. How about it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's hearts were stuttering, and those who refused were stunned and stood speechless.

Other sects can practice each other's sword scores, and their strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, but they can only practice their own sword scores. In time, the gap between them will definitely become bigger and bigger, and one day they will be eliminated.

No one dares to take this risk.

These people looked at each other and hesitated, and they could not imagine the consequences.

"Yu Mo's words are reasonable, and I support compiling all sword scores into volumes."

“I support it too.”

There are more and more supporters, and in the end, everyone no longer has any objections.

Yu Mo smiled and said, "This has almost brought together the sword scores of various schools that have become famous for a long time in the world. Why not just give us a name, Jianzang, and Nangkong Tianxia Sword Score. What's the name?"

Sword hiding!

Everyone murmured to themselves, chewing repeatedly, their eyes gradually lit up, and they praised: "Good name."

"Sword sect is good. After these sword scores are compiled into a book, they are called sword sect."

"Then this job will be a blessing for everyone," said Yu Mo.

If no one refuses, compile the sword trap and you will naturally be able to read the sword scores of various schools first. This is the luck of the world.

"In addition, if these swords belong to the sect that still exist, then the original objects will be returned. If the sect is no longer there, then it is a masterless thing, and you will be temporarily collected. In the future, if anyone is recognized as a great contribution from the Jianghu, then he will be awarded as a prize. What do you think?" Yu Mo suggested again.

Everyone looked at each other and weighed each other, but no one had any opinions.
Chapter completed!
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