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Chapter 125 Chapter 125 Screening

"Bah!"

The outstretched hand of the suzerain was instantly reddened by Fusang.

Withdrew his hand in an instant to curry favor and said, "Brother, brother, I'm done making tea, come come and change some for me."

Fusang ignored him, stretched out his hand to pour out the tea leaves, and the tea leaves disappeared instantly with a wave of his hand.

Then put the tea leaves into the tea cup, take out the peak spring water and use spiritual power to boil it and pour it into the tea cup.

In an instant, the dry tea leaves slowly unfolded, and the fragrant and tangy taste spread out.

Fusang poured out the tea that was brewed for the first time, brewed it for the second time, and drank the tea slowly with the tea lid to skim off the floating leaves.

The suzerain finally realized that his junior brother was a bit stingy.

If you want to pull out the tiger's teeth, it's just asking for fun. You have to see if the sword on the waist of the younger brother agrees.

Immediately, all thoughts of begging for something were lost, even if he talked dryly.

The four people in the hall stood upright, and after half an hour, there was still no movement.

Among them, Xiaoyao is the same as the Nine-Layer Sword Power. Beads of sweat are constantly breaking out on his forehead, soaking the skirt of his clothes all of a sudden.

Subconsciously trembling slowly, a little unable to hold on.

Yi Chuan, who had reached Jianguang, couldn't bear the effort of half a cup of tea. He shook his body for a while, looked at it after a while, and stabilized his body.

There is another young man who looks Zhongzhengping and is named Mo Jue. He has reached [-]% of his sword power, his strength has reached the peak of the tenth level of Qi refining, and he is only one step away from stepping into the foundation building.

The conditions are worse than the other two, but the willpower is much stronger than Xiaoyao and Yichuan.

The body was also shaky and almost unable to bear it, as long as someone pushed it, it would immediately fall to the ground.

It is very difficult to truly use the Xuanjie Sword Art that I have only seen once before at one time.

The only time Mo Yuheng has come into contact with the sword art is the mainland product that can be bought casually on the street, and it is easy to learn.

As long as you are not too stupid, you can master the basics of swordsmanship in three months.

As for Mo Yuheng, this is the second time he has come into contact with swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship level has skipped from the basic level to the yellow level to the mysterious level.

It was very bad for Mo Yuheng, but she remained motionless and did not even frown.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, many little characters transformed by her are constantly rehearsing and modifying every move.

The rehearsals are always a little bit worse, as if she is taking pictures of cats and tigers with form and spirit.

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 his hand: "President, can I start practicing?"

Fusang nodded.

The young man in front of him, Mo Jue, is very good, but he is not suitable to become a sword cultivator.

Even though he is a talented swordsman with good understanding and strong willpower, he has a gentle and elegant personality without the slightest bit of competition.

One step back, one step at a time.

Becoming a further student doesn't go far.

Since everyone stepped into the hall, the competition has already begun.

None of them knew each other.

Yichuan and Xiaoyao did not move.

Open your eyes and want to see the other party's good show, the talent is not as good as them, don't worry that the other party will surpass yourself.

"Blast Sword Art."

Mo Jue raised his sword and raised his hand, and then "咻咻咻咻咻" the first sword, the second sword, and the third sword stopped abruptly.

The drill was slow and very uncoordinated.

At this time, the rehearsal of Xiang could not go on, and there was always an invisible force hindering his progress.

Formless and godless.

It can be seen that the Xuanjie Sword Art is an extremely advanced swordsmanship for them, and some people cannot penetrate it by themselves.

The moves that were cultivated by someone before, all rely on the elders of the family to guide and practice swords, so that they can be used now.

Now I just watched it once, and it is very difficult to display it directly.

Mo Jue bowed in despair, "Your seat, you're making a fool of yourself."

After speaking, he returned to his position and stood still, bowing his head and mourning silently.

Why did I change from law to sword repair?
He was found to be a single spirit root. He was hugged and loved by his family since he was a child, and he was not allowed to go anywhere. He was very envious of other friends who could go out to see the outside world.

He also wanted to get out.

Regardless of the family's opposition and sending away his protectors, he sneaked away from the family, playing around and seeing something new and feeling very novel.

Buying this and buying that revealed that he was a fat sheep, and was blocked and robbed by others. If it wasn't for the first sword in front of him, he swung his sword silently and killed the other party.

Rescued him from the clutches of the devil, and watched him leave without leaving a name.

There are shocks, fears, and more worship.

One day, he will also become a swordsman, and he will roam the world handsomely, punishing the good and eradicating the evil.

He was brought back by his family, told his experience, and finally described the appearance and characteristics of the person who saved him.

Only then did the elders of the family tell him that the person who saved him was Fusang Zhenjun of the Yuxu Sect.

Thinking of this, he had an idea that quickly sprouted and grew. He begged the elders of his family to teach him how to practice swords, and wanted to become a sword repairman.

Even if the family can only persuade him to be stubborn and refuse to give up, standing here now is to test his achievements over the years.

Compared with the real super genius, the gap is too big, and the reality shattered his pure idea.

Sad and sad, no one can comfort you, only you can walk out.

Perhaps the single spiritual root genius was protected too well since he was a child, which caused him to be ignorant of many people's sophistication and the sinister outside.

Fusang had expected such a result.

While the other two were blatantly mocking.

causing his head to drop even lower.

Like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Gale Wind Sword Art, Wind Wind...

Mo Yuheng read silently.

The other two felt that Mo Yuheng was insane, and they just had to admit defeat.

Who are you pretending to be like this for?

Then I will show him his genius in Xiaoyao.

Xiaoyao raised the sword and practiced it immediately, with the meaning of continuous, fast and steady.

After the rehearsal is over, hold your fists together and salute.

Standing still, waiting for Fusang's comment.

"There is no spirit in the shape, there is no full control of the true meaning in it, and the lack of sword tactics runs counter to it."

As soon as the voice fell, he slapped his face.

Xiaoyao panicked with embarrassment, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and get in.

Didn't pass, didn't pass.

Thinking of this, his eyes were confused, and he tried his best to fail.

He doesn't know how much suffering and hard work he has experienced in practicing swords. He has been sleepless since he was five years old, and now he has built a foundation of nine-story sword power.

He has always been admired and admired 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 swelled his confidence.

He thought in his heart that his future master must be Fusang Zhenjun, so he waited for him to recruit his own disciples, so he came directly to participate in the competition.

The ending hit him so badly that he lost his soul and didn't know it.

Holding hands tightly.

The exuberance of the past is gone.

It takes a while to mend the wounds before you can regain your confidence.

Mo Yuheng always pays attention to other people's feelings, she must concentrate on comprehending the essence of the sword formula.

(End of this chapter)