"Master..."
Yu Tingwan blushed and calmly let go of Lin Mo and stood up.
Shi Lang felt sour in his heart, but his face was calm and relaxed.
He waved his hand to Yu Tingwan to indicate that he didn't need to worry about it, and then glanced at Lin Mo vaguely.
He hasn't found the right person yet as his master, but this kid is one step ahead.
What a blessing!
When could Junior Sister Ning Ying be so close to him?
Ahem.
Thinking too far ahead.
"Mo'er, come with me to the front yard to compete with a few moves. I want to test your strength." Shi Lang thought for a while and said, "Ting Wan, please come too."
"yes."
"yes."
The three of them came to the front yard, and Lin Mo and Shi Lang stood at both ends.
Shi Lang drew out his sword and jumped over the shadows and said, "I will suppress my cultivation to the second level of Mountain Moving Realm. Mo'er, try attacking me with all your strength."
"Disciple, obey!"
Lin Mo also drew out his sword Zizhu, and the surging fighting spirit made his aura suddenly change.
call out! call out!
Clang!
The two moved at the same time, and they were fighting in the blink of an eye.
In a few breaths, more than a hundred moves have passed.
Lin Mo saw the right moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he swung his sword to use the Great Star Sword Technique.
The purple bamboo sword suddenly stabs the opponent at a speed that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and each move is more severe than the last.
The sword intent of the Styx was mobilized at the same time, and accompanied by the sound of swords, the figures of the soldiers loomed in the air.
Shi Lang's figure was like lightning, and after blocking a blow, a white tiger phantom condensed by sword light appeared above his head.
The two majestic sword intentions collided, and the resulting energy swept around with rushing murderous intent.
Cracks appeared on the floor tiles, and the surrounding flowers, plants, trees, and boulders were all cut in half.
Yu Tingwan struggled to maintain his body balance in the sword wind.
She was wearing the protective jade pendant that Lang had just given her, but even so, the sharp sword wind still made her unstable and her cheeks stung.
Is this a battle between masters?
She looked at the two men with both horror and longing in her eyes.
When will she be so powerful?
Zheng!
Clang!
Another violent impact.
An extremely strong wave of energy erupted from the swords of the two men, and Yu Tingwan was knocked backwards.
At the critical moment, a soft object supported her. Yu Tingwan took a closer look and saw that it was the whisk of the second elder Wen Yi.
"Thank you, uncle!" Yu Tingwan recognized Wen Yi's identity and quickly saluted him and thanked him.
"No need to be polite."
Wen Yi put another barrier on her body, and Yu Tingwan suddenly felt that the wind around her became lighter.
"Boy Mo's sword intention is quite interesting."
Yu Tingwan asked carefully: "Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"
"You'll find out later."
Yu Tingwan didn't know what he was selling, so he had to keep an eye on Lin Mo, always paying attention to his movements.
After a cup of tea, Lin Mo's spiritual power gradually weakened, and his attack momentum weakened.
Shi Lang found a loophole and captured him in one fell swoop.
"Master, I lost."
Lin Mo was exhausted and his whole body was crumbling.
Shi Lang shook his head: "No, you won this time."
"Master, what does this mean?" Lin Mo couldn't understand for a moment.
The Yueying Sword was pointed directly at his throat. Why did Master still say that he won?
"Boy Mo, your master is right, you win this time!"
"Uncle Wen." Lin Mo followed the sound and realized that Wen Yi had come to Xiaoyao Peak.
When Yu Tingwan saw that the competition was over, he quickly ran from behind Uncle Wen to Lin Mo, fanned him and handed him water, trying to make him feel better.
Wen Yi felt relieved when he saw how busy she was, and said with a smile: "Have you noticed the state of your master?"
realm?
Lin Mo used his spiritual consciousness to explore Shi Lang.
"Moving to the ninth level of the mountain realm?!"
Didn't you agree to suppress your cultivation to the second level?
He was so engrossed in playing just now that he didn't notice that Shi Lang was already at the ninth level of Mountain Moving Realm.
No wonder both Master and Wen Yi said he won.
If he had only moved to the second level of the Mountain Realm, he would have won long ago.
It seems that Shi Lang wanted to test his limit. After he won the second level, he gradually changed his cultivation level to the ninth level.
This is too thief!
"Hahaha!" Shi Lang was amused by his speechless look, "But then again, Mo'er, your talent is so surprising!"
"yes!"
Wen Yi also sighed: "Although swordsmen who have mastered the way of swordsmanship can challenge higher levels, they can generally only surpass three or four small realms.
You are now at the sixth level of Zifu Realm, and Senior Brother Shi was at the second level of Moving Mountain Realm at the beginning. In between are the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of Zifu and Perfection, as well as the first and second levels of Moving Mountain Realm, a total of six small realms.
I thought that senior brother was unfounded, but I didn't expect that you actually did it!
Not only that, you are even better. You can still fight back at the eighth level of the Mountain Moving Realm, and you can even fight at the ninth level of the Mountain Moving Realm! "
Wen Yi's face was filled with admiration.
He originally came to discuss things with Shi Lang, but he didn't expect that he would actually watch a magnificent showdown.
Moreover, one of them actually did something that is impossible for ordinary people to do!
Although Lin Mo was not his apprentice, he had a good relationship with Shi Lang.
Now that his apprentice has achieved such success, how can he not feel happy for his old friend?
Of course, the most important thing is that he is happy for Lin Mo.
"Now that Mr. Mo has comprehended such a powerful sword intention, he can compete with that kid Yu Ming." After the two left, Wen Yi and Shi Lang discussed it.
Speaking of popular candidates competing for the position of Son of God, we have to mention Liang Yuming.
He understood the meaning of the sword at the age of thirty-two, and became a famous wizard in Guanghao Domain with the help of a sword technique he found in a secret realm.
However, there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains.
The last Son of God was Na Shan Waishan.
Without him, Liang Yuming should have sat on the throne of the Son of God and been trained by Yu Chizheng and the elders to become the next sect leader.
But what a pity.
After his defeat that year, he threatened to take back the position of Son of God from the previous Son of God.
But before he could launch a challenge, the Son of God was tricked to death by the enemy on the border between humans and demons.
After the death of the Son of God in the battle, the top management of Tianyuan Sect had to launch a new round of selection of the Son of God.
The second best player in the previous session, Liang Yuming, has become the biggest obstacle for other players to compete for the position of God's Son.
In other words, if Lin Mo wants to become the new Son of God, he must defeat him.
"This is hard to say."
Shi Lang analyzed: "Yu Ming's sword intent cannot be underestimated either. Moreover, he entered the sect many years earlier than Mo'er, and before going out for training this time, his cultivation had reached the first level of the Nirvana Realm.
With his strength, there will definitely be a breakthrough after his return!
Although Mo'er was able to fight back and forth with Banshanjing, it was still a bit difficult to meet him.
There is only half a year left in the battle for the position of the Son of God. The time is too short and it will be difficult for Mo'er to make any improvement.
Unless a miracle happens. "
This statement makes sense.
Wen Yi thought carefully and nodded in agreement.
His apprentice had no hope, so he very much hoped that his friend's apprentice could win the battle.
But Shi Lang's point of view is also very realistic.
With Lin Mo's current strength, it is indeed difficult to defeat Liang Yuming.
Unless, like Shi Lang said, a miracle happens.
"Stop talking about this, it's annoying."
The two were silent for a moment, and Wen Yi was the first to speak: "The hunting competition is about to begin. What are Mr. Mo's plans this time?"
