"Bata!"
The outstretched hand of the sect leader was instantly hit red by Fusang.
He immediately retracted his hand to please and said, "Junior Brother, Senior Brother, I've finished brewing the tea. Come on, come on, change it for me."
Fusang ignored him and stretched out his hand to pour out the tea leaves. The tea leaves disappeared instantly with a wave of his hand.
Then put the tea leaves into the tea cup, take out the spring water from Dingfeng Mountain, use your spiritual power to boil it and pour it into the tea cup.
In an instant, the dry tea leaves slowly unfold, and the fragrant smell spreads.
Fuso poured out the tea that was brewed for the first time, brewed it for the second time, and slowly used the tea lid to skim off the floating leaves while drinking the tea.
The sect leader finally realized that his junior brother was a bit stingy.
If you want to pull out the tiger's teeth, you are asking for trouble. It depends on whether the sword on your junior brother's waist agrees with it.
Immediately, all thoughts of begging were gone, even if I had to dry my mouth.
The four people in the main hall stood upright, and there was still no movement after half an hour.
Among them, Xiaoyao had the same nine-level sword power. Big beads of sweat kept rising on his forehead, suddenly soaking the skirt of his clothes.
His hands began to tremble subconsciously, and he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer.
After half a cup of tea, Yichuan, who had reached the sword light, couldn't bear it either. He shook his body for a while, then looked at it and stabilized his body.
The remaining young man, who looks like Zhengping and is named Mo Jue, has reached 70% sword power, and his strength has reached the peak of the tenth level of Qi refining. He is only one step away from entering the foundation building.
The conditions are worse than the other two, but the willpower is much stronger than Xiaoyao and Yichuan.
His body was also shaky and almost unbearable. As long as someone pushed him, he would immediately fall to the ground.
It is very difficult to actually perform the Xuanjie Sword Technique that I have only seen once before at once.
The only sword technique that Mo Yuheng came across was a mainland product that could be purchased on the street and was easy to learn.
As long as you are not too stupid, you can master the basic swordsmanship in three months.
This was Mo Yuheng's second experience with swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship level jumped from basic, yellow level to Xuan level.
It was very detrimental to Mo Yuheng, but her body remained motionless and she didn't even frown.
There were many little people transformed by her in the sea of consciousness, constantly practicing and modifying each move.
The rehearsals are always a bit off, as if she is just following a cat and pretending to be a tiger.
Suddenly, she stopped practicing and opened her eyes, and saw one of the teenagers stopped modifying his moves and came out with a sword in hand: "First Officer, I want to start practicing, is it okay?"
Fuso nodded.
The young man in front of him, Mo Jue, was very good, but he was not suitable to be a swordsman.
Even though he is a rare swordsman genius with good understanding and strong willpower, he has a gentle and gentle personality and has no competitive spirit at all.
Give in one step, give in step by step.
Becoming a learner will not go far.
Ever since several people stepped into the hall, the competition has begun.
None of them knew it personally.
Yichuan and Xiaoyao remained motionless.
Open your eyes and want to see the other person's good show. If you are not as talented as them, don't worry that the other person will surpass you.
"The Swift Wind Sword Technique."
Mo Jue raised his sword and made a starting gesture, and then "sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssing through by one's sword."
The drill was slow and very uncoordinated and continuous.
At this point, Hibiki couldn't continue practicing. There was always an invisible force hindering his progress.
Formless and godless.
It can be seen that Xuanjie Sword Technique is an extremely advanced swordsmanship for them, and some people cannot penetrate it and practice it by themselves.
All the moves that someone had practiced in the past relied on the guidance of the elders of the family to practice swordsmanship before they could be used now.
Now I only see it once, and it is very difficult to perform it directly.
Mo Jue lost his place and the whole world saluted: "First of all, you have shown your ugliness."
After saying that, he returned to his seat and stood still, lowering his head and mourning silently.
Why did you change from law cultivation to sword cultivation in the first place?
He was found to have a single spirit root, and he was supported and cared for by his family since he was a child. He was not allowed to go anywhere. He was very envious of other friends for being able to go out and see the outside world.
He also wanted to get out.
Regardless of his family's objections, he sent away his protector and secretly escaped from his family. Playing around and seeing any new things, he found them very novel.
Buying this or that exposed himself as a fat sheep. He was stopped and robbed. If the leader in front of him didn't come with a sword, he swung his sword and killed the opponent silently.
Rescued him from the clutches of the devil, and watched him go away stupidly without leaving his name.
There is fright, there is fear, and more of it is worship.
One day he will also become a sword cultivator, and he will walk handsomely through the air between heaven and earth, punishing good and eradicating evil.
He was brought back by his family, told his story, and finally described the appearance and characteristics of the person who saved him.
The elders of the family then told him that the person who rescued him was Zhenjun Fusang of the Yuxu Sect.
Thinking of this, he had an idea that quickly sprouted and grew. He begged his family elders to teach him how to practice swordsmanship and wanted to become a swordsman.
Even if his family can only persuade him to be stubborn and refuse to give up, standing here now is to test his achievements over the years.
There was a huge gap compared to a real super genius, and reality shattered his simple thoughts.
Sad and sad, no one can comfort me and I can only walk out on my own.
Perhaps Shanlinggen Genius was protected too well since he was a child, which made him ignorant of many worldly things and the dangers outside.
Fusang had already expected such a result.
The other two people were nakedly mocking.
Causing his head to hang even lower.
Like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.
Swift Wind Sword Technique, Fengfeng...
Mo Yuheng recited silently.
The other two people thought that Mo Yuheng was crazy and had to admit defeat.
Who are you showing off like this?
Then I Xiaoyao will show him his genius.
Xiaoyao's sword-raising was immediately practiced with a continuous meaning, fast and steady.
After the drill, salute with clasped fists.
He stood still, waiting for Fuso's comments.
"It has its own form, but it has no spirit. It does not fully control the true meaning of it, and it lacks the sword technique that runs counter to it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.
Xiaoyao was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get in.
No pass, no pass.
Thinking of this, his eyes were confused, and he tried his best but failed to pass.
He didn't know how much pain and hard work he had gone through to practice swordsmanship. He had been working without sleep since he was five years old, and now he has reached the ninth level of swordsmanship.
He has been admired and admired by everyone since he was a child, and he has always lived up to the expectations of his elders and achieved success through various tests.
It almost inflated his confidence.
He thought that his future master must be Fusang Zhenjun, so he delayed becoming a disciple and waited for him to recruit direct disciples, and came directly to participate in the competition.
The ending shocked him so much that he was so lost that he didn't realize it.
Holding hands tightly.
The high spirits of the past are gone.
It takes a period of time to repair the trauma before you can regain your confidence.
Mo Yuheng had no time to pay attention to other people's feelings. She had to concentrate on understanding the essence of the sword technique.
(End of chapter)
