Carry out obscenity to the end

"Ah..." Mo Yi sneezed, which woke up a group of unbelievable audience.

Mo Yi rubbed his nose, came to Mo Qianfeng, and said with a smile: "Old man, I'm not wrong, they are just kids fighting, they don't have any technical content at all, and they fight so hard. To be honest, they still fight!" It’s not as comfortable as sleeping.”

Mo Qianfeng looked at this freak and said.

Ding Muyang didn't have the proud expression of his apprentice winning, instead he asked Mo Yi in amazement and bewilderment: "Boy Mo, how did you see the changes in their sword moves?"

Mo Yi raised his head, thought for a while, and then asked Mo Qianfeng: "Old Taoist, do I belong to you, or to this guy?"

Mo Qianfeng came back to his senses and said: "You are my apprentice, and I am the head teacher of Xianyun Dao. Of course, I can only take care of you. No one can take care of you except me."

After hearing this, Mo Yi's face brightened, and he said to Ding Muyang with his nostrils upturned: "Smelly Taoist, you heard me, I belong to the old Taoist, and it has nothing to do with you. If you want to ask me how to see it, I won't tell you, I don't bother to talk to you .”

Such arrogance and stimulation made Ding Muyang a little nervous, but before he had an attack, Mo Yi spoke proudly again.

"I just said that they performed poorly, you and I still bet. How can I even understand their every move, they are just like children juggling. Especially the one in blue, trying to pretend there, trying to juggle Cool, but I didn't expect it to be unattractive, what is it? If so, old man, shouldn't you apologize to me?"

At this time, Xiao Ao, who walked down the ring with a puzzled face, came to Ding Muyang, and saw that the master was not only not happy, but trembling with anger, he was even more puzzled: "Master, but what happened? "

Ding Muyang looked at Xiao Ao, who had a concerned face, and felt a little relieved, but when he saw Mo Yi, who was staring at him with big eyes and pretending to be innocent, his anger surged upwards, and he turned fiercely at Mo Qian who was snickering. Feng said: "I hope after March, you can still laugh."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Xiao Ao and the other disciples, he turned around and left the venue with his sleeves thrown off.

Watching Ding Muyang turn and leave, Mo Yi softly despised: "I lost my bet, you are a stinky Taoist priest."

Although the voice is relatively soft, but Ding Muyang's cultivation level, these words can be heard clearly in his ears.

He vomited blood angrily, really wanted to turn around and tear this bastard boy apart, no, hurry up, he felt like he would lose control anytime if he stayed for a second longer.

A disciple from Cangshan came to Xiao Ao who was puzzled and talked about what happened just now. Only then did Xiao Ao realize that he had become a stepping stone for this little beggar, a clown, and all the limelight was taken away by him. He snatched it.

He looked at Mo Yi with hatred, and then angrily led Cangshan disciples to follow Ding Muyang and left. He swore in his heart that when the March Grand Competition came, he must be even more ruthless in front of all Xian Yundao masters and disciples. Only by abusing his disciples of Luoshan can he vent today's humiliation.

The hostile gaze towards the Cangshan lineage is actually how Mo Yi, a thousand-year-old monster, would keep it in his heart, open his mouth and smile, so free and easy, the Luoshan disciples admired it, and many female disciples even came forward to touch it Little hands, pinching the cheeks, having a great time playing.

Poor thousand-year-old man, it was the first time he was molested by a woman, and many women molested him, his tender face flushed red with embarrassment.

"Okay, what to do. Mo Yi, follow me."

Mo Yi struggled to get away from the overly enthusiastic pink claws. No wonder she once said that women are not easy to mess with, and the more beautiful a woman is, the more difficult it is to mess with, so let him stay away from those women as much as possible.

Sure enough, it was really unbearable. I have never experienced such a battle in the past thousand years. It is not uncommon to be chased by a woman with a sword behind her.

Mo Yi walked along with the old Taoist for a long time until he entered a room that looked like a study. There were copywriting, paper and pens on the desk, and bookshelves around it.

Mo Qianfeng asked with a smile: "Disciple, your performance in the school field just now was amazing, and you gave a sigh of relief to the teacher. However, I am also curious, how did you see through their weaknesses and weaknesses in their moves?" trajectory?" [

"I've lived for 1000 years. I haven't seen any battles. Let alone the younger generation, even your older generation, I can give you some pointers." Of course, I can only say this in my heart, as long as Mo Yi doesn't suddenly become nervous Quality will definitely not answer like this

Mo Yi smiled: "I answered, what's the reward?"

Mo Qianfeng stared, feeling a little migraine: "You know the benefits, who taught you to be so realistic?"

Mo Yi was silent for a long time

Big eyes met small eyes, and after a while, Mo Qianfeng sighed naively: "What benefits do you want?"

Mo Yi proudly said: "My father said that a man is born in this world, if he is not free, he would rather die."

"What, freedom?" Mo Qianfeng stared blankly, and said with a dumb smile: "You are a poor kid who understands what freedom is, but at your age, you are the most free and easy, and my teacher promised you not to interfere with you too much. OK?"

Mo Yi nodded hastily. With free space, he was confident enough to hide his secret.

Mo Yi said in a very natural tone: "Old Daoist, it's actually not a secret that I saw through their fighting skills today. It's just because I was hunted down with my father since I was a child. I saw him kill a lot, and I saw too much. Those people fought each other, and they were all life-threatening battles, which is really exciting, with heads and blood flying all over the sky. I believe that if you have seen more, you will definitely not be interested in such a soft match today."

Mo Qian was stunned, and then said after a while: "You child, you are really suffering. No wonder, I am used to seeing swords, lights and swords, this kind of battle is really not worth mentioning. Back then, when I was laying the foundation for Xianyun Dao, I did it too. I have experienced life and death every day, and looking back now, it seems like a lifetime away, time is really not forgiving."

"Old Daoist, what are the benefits of being your apprentice? My body is in a mess right now. You can give me some magic pills or immortal medicines so that I can have some strength, how about it?"

The old man who was interrupted by someone reminiscing was very upset, and then being so nakedly begged for benefits by Mo Yi, his intuition was even worse: "How did your father teach you? He taught you such a philistine, and you are just getting started. I just want this and that, and I don’t think it’s enough for me to return the magic pills. If you want it, we’ll talk about it later when you perform well.”

Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he glanced at his mouth and said, "Old Taoist, you really have magic pills. You don't think I'm small, but I never take advantage of others. My father said since I was a child, you can give what you want. I How about I exchange something with you?"

"You're not very old, and your tone is not young." Mo Qianfeng was amused by Mo Yi's words, and said, "You tell me, what would you give in exchange for my magic elixir?"

"Well, this is naturally what you need most, old Taoist. Just now in the school grounds, that stinky Taoist priest mentioned the March Competition, and seemed to bet on something more important. Seeing that you are quite worried, there should be no good way. If I can help you win this competition, is it enough to exchange your pill?"

Mo Qianfeng's eyes were fixed, and he glanced back and forth at Mo Yi several times. The March competition was indeed a pain for him. Every 30 years, Xianyun Dao will hold a competition for the younger generation. Only young disciples under the age of 50 are allowed to participate and win. His lineage can obtain the right to use Tianling Cave for 30 years.

Tianling Cave is a secret realm of Immortal Cloud Dao. The aura is nearly five times more abundant than the outside, but it cannot bear too many disciples to enter, so the competition for each entry is determined by the Dabi.

Although such a secret realm has already been used by a mysterious-level powerhouse like Mo Qianfeng, it still has a great promotion effect on the fourth-level powerhouse in the universe. The support of the strong is doomed to decline.

Mo Qianfeng asked lately, "Disciple, do you really have a way to help your master win the competition?"

Mo Yi is silent

Now there is no need to look at each other again, knowing that this apprentice is a philistine who does not see rabbits and does not scatter eagles, Mo Qianfeng continued: "As long as you can do what you say, you must not be stingy with magic pills and elixir as a teacher. You are enough."

Mo Yi smiled all over his face, his eyebrows curled up. [

Afterwards, the two masters and apprentices talked for a while, and Mo Yi walked out of the study room. Not long after, an outer disciple found Mo Yi wandering around.

Mo Yi instructed the first follower, the outer disciple Xuan Cao, to go all the way to Xianyundao's library.

It wasn't until half a day later that Mo Yi continued to take the awkward-looking Mo Ye steps, and came to the residence in three steps.

As disciples in charge, they have a large independent courtyard, and servants take care of their daily life. As long as these disciples concentrate on cultivation, they are on the right track.

When he came to his room, Mo Yi was completely relaxed. Only then did he have the opportunity to feel the specific and subtle changes in his body and summarize what he saw and learned today.

First of all, what he cares about most is his own body. He opened his tattered trousers. The most important part is as soft and small as an earthworm.

Hey, the transformation is really thorough, and it has also been transformed here.Mo Yi sighed.

But then, he was completely shocked. He was surprised to find that his bone age had also been modified, and it really belonged to Zhengtai's 13-year-old bone age.

The monastic world has the technique of changing appearance, but I have never heard of the technique of changing the original bone age.

This is equivalent to turning back time, how against the sky.

In Lantian Realm, the top-level heaven-level powerhouses can generally live for 500 years. If they do not ascend and make a breakthrough, they will die when the limit is reached.But once the origin of the bone age is changed, it is absolutely possible to live another 500 years. This news is so shocking that any strong man will be crazy to kill when he hears it.

It's just that this kind of change requires the help of the terrifying catastrophe and a lot of vitality in exchange for suffering. Mo Yi shudders when he thinks of that kind of pain, and he doesn't want to experience it again.

Mo Yi also gained a lot from the library.

Haoran Realm, the name of this new planet, is dozens of times larger than the Lantian Realm he was in before. It belongs to an intermediate planet. The purity of the aura here is about ten times that of the Lantian Realm. , eight levels of the universe prehistoric.

Mo Yi was the pinnacle sky-level expert in Lantian Realm, and with his full strength at that time, he could be equal to an earth-level master in this Haoran Realm, that is to say, his strength was even higher than his current master, Mo Qianfeng. class.

More than [-]% of the meridians in the body are blocked, and the spiritual energy absorbed is wasted far more than what can be used.

Mo Yi thought back to the time when he was an inconspicuous casual cultivator in the Lantian Realm, wanting to satisfy the huge aura needed for Taoist cultivation, and using his brains to trick and deceive, and he really missed it.

At that time, she had been severely cheated by him, and then many stories happened between the two of them, and he entered her sect.

But her sect betrayed Mo Yi when Mo Yi's powerful enemy came, and finally Mo Yi left, and she died.

Twenty years later, Mo Yi reappeared, wiped out the enemies who attacked at that time, including her sect, and built a cave next to her grave. Crying at her, facing her until a long, long time later.

From then on, Mo Yi didn't easily believe in promises. He only valued strength and profit.

Repairing one's own meridians and restoring one's strength is inseparable from spirit stones and elixirs, but if one wants to obtain a large amount reasonably, one has to help the old man win this big competition, and one has to think about how to win.

but……