Carry out obscenity to the end

A day later, a piece of news spread wildly among Luoshan disciples.

The first sentence every disciple greets when they meet is: "Have you heard?"

If the other party does not answer "I heard about it." It will definitely be considered ignorant.

Disciple A: "Have you heard?"

Disciple B: "I heard about it." [

Disciple A: "Do you think it's reliable?"

Disciple B: "It would be unreliable for others to say that, but Junior Brother is a genius. I saw his style with my own eyes in the school that day, and I was extremely envious. What Junior Brother said must be reliable."

Disciple A: "Then I will go."

Disciple B: "Wait for me, I will go too."

In the courtyard, Mo Yi was sitting on the wicker chair with his legs crossed, enjoying the warm sunlight leisurely.

And Xuancao is busy collecting the spirit stones.

"Brothers and sisters, don't panic, everyone who comes here has a share, as long as ten spirit stones can sign up, get advice from Boss Mo. The more fairy stones you give, the more pointers you give, and the one who gives the most, Boss Mo promises to guide him to get The victory of Dabi after three months. What a glorious thing, something you can't even imagine."

There are two big signboards erected on a huge long table, one of which reads: "If there is a loss, there will be a gain, Lingshi can be exchanged for experience"

Another piece reads, "The first big game wins, it is impossible to win."

What happened on the school grounds that day was widely circulated, and gradually it became so bad.

Mo Yi has become a symbol of mystery and legend. He descended from the sky, and when he landed, he was accepted as the head disciple by Mo Qianfeng. In the end, he even demoted the head disciples of Luoshan and Cangshan with one sentence. One must know that Mo Yi looks like, But the appearance of a teenager, what a legend.

There are not many ten spirit stones, so everyone is willing to give it a try. As for the last one, Bao Dabi's promise of victory, most of them will be skeptical.

When the sun went down, the last disciple who signed up took a number plate and left.

Xuan Cao came to Mo Yi with an excited expression, and said excitedly: "Boss Mo, we sold a total of 520 number plates today and received 5200 spirit stones. I have never seen so many spirit stones in my life. Yes, sent."

Mo Yi rolled his eyes at Xuan Cao, and said lightly: "What are these spirit stones? After a while, there will be a real bully appearing. It is guaranteed to earn much more than this. You just need to serve me with your heart Alright, spirit stones are all floating clouds, I will give you spirit stones that you can never use up in your lifetime."

Xuan Cao smiled obsequiously: "Don't worry, Boss Mo. With you, my heart will be at ease for the rest of my life, and I will definitely be loyal all my life."

Mo Yi waved his hand: "Okay, I'm going back to my room, you guard the door and don't let anyone disturb you."

Mo Yi came to the room, took out all the spirit stones, and set up a miniature spirit gathering formation, while he sat cross-legged in the eye of the formation.

Mo Yi squeezed a spell and activated the Spirit Gathering Formation. A small aura vortex appeared in the room, pulling the aura from the heavens and the earth to converge, and together with the energy in the spirit stone, it was instilled into Mo Yi's body. [

Mo Yi's body is like a bottom hole. The bottom of this vortex of spiritual energy has just entered Mo Yi's body, but within a few breaths, the entire vortex is swallowed by his long-hungry body. .

Mo Yi stood up, looked at the dust on the ground, shook his head and sighed.

The quality of the spirit stones in Haoran Realm is also much higher than that in Lantian Realm, but Mo Yi's body has undergone the transformation of Heavenly Tribulation and Reincarnation, and it has become like a black hole with endless desire to devour it.

The more than 5000 spirit stones plus the energy attracted by the spirit gathering array were swallowed by Mo Yi's body, just like an elephant eating an ant, it was not full at all.

Mo Yi stared at the top of his head obsessively, feeling that life is a little bit hard, how much is enough for this spirit stone?When will this strength see hope recover?

At sunrise the next day, Mo Yi was sitting on a wicker chair in the courtyard, while Xuan Cao was checking each one with the number plate, and then let people in one by one.

There is a large signboard hanging in the corner of the courtyard, which reads: "Use your most proud swordsmanship, only responsible for pointing out shortcomings, if you need to correct, fifty spirit stones."

"The first number begins." Xuancao began to shout

A young man in his thirties walked into the courtyard and began to dance with his sword.

A set of Long River Sunset Sword Technique makes it hearty and smooth, with the wind of the sword hunting, and I am quite satisfied after using it.

"Is that the setting sun on a long river? I thought it was swimming in a small stream. It's flashy, with only form but no spirit. It's completely vulnerable. It's not worth mentioning at all." Mo Yi said casually.

This young disciple's face turned red, how could he be willing to belittle his most proud swordsmanship after ten years of immersion in it: "Why do you say that, my swordsmanship is so flashy, if you can't prove it, you have to admit it You are a liar, return our spirit stone."

Many disciples around who had handed in spirit stones were booing. From their point of view, Zhang Jian's Long River Sunset Sword Technique is truly majestic and a rare good sword technique. Mo Yi finally said so unbearable.

Such swordsmanship is still rubbish, so their swordsmanship is even more shameless.

The crowd is turbulent, and there is a posture of endless death.

Mo Yi stood up from the rattan chair, and said calmly: "Although I, Mo Yi, am small, I regard reputation as my life. Lingshi is trivial, but it is reasonable to return it."

Mo Yi looked at the young man who took the lead in making a fuss, and said with a smile: "You are not convinced that I belittled your swordsmanship just now. I understand this kind of thinking very well. After all, people who practice Taoism have always been the boss of the sky, and I am the second child." .So I have to give you a chance to prove what you said is correct."

Zhang Jian looked at Mo Yi with a smiling face and felt something was wrong. This is a strange person, and he might be tricked at any time, but he is not allowed to back down at this time, otherwise he will really be unable to get along in Luoshan.

He stiffened his neck and asked, "How to prove it?"

Mo Yi smiled sweeter. He pointed to Xuan Cao who was a little anxious about the situation: "My follower is much weaker than you. Wait for you to dance your sword again, and then I will let my follower I stabbed you with a sword on the way, if you can block it, I will return ten times the spirit stone to you. But if you can’t stop it, I’m sorry, but you have to give me another hundred spirit stones. How dare you?”

Zhang Jian looked at the nervous Xuancao who was sweating a little, so that the low-level disciples who were not so popular would naturally not be taken seriously by him. He hesitated and said, "Are you sure it was him who stabbed me? I won't show mercy." Yes, it’s no wonder I hurt him when the time comes.”

Mo Yi smiled and said to Xuan Cao who was about to cry nervously: "You are my follower, how can you do without a little courage, you have learned the basic swordsmanship. Don't think about anything later, I said the direction, You just use all your strength to stab me with a sword. If something goes wrong, I will take care of it, as long as you don’t be afraid of death.”[

Boss Mo said so, Xuan Cao could only bite the bullet.

On the other side, Zhang Jian had already arrived at the open space in the courtyard, and once again took up his posture.

A set of majestic Long River Sunset swordsmanship, like a dragon flying in this small courtyard, the dazzling sword light is so majestic, in the eyes of everyone, this is not flashy, it is clearly an exquisite sword possessed by a god .

Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Jian danced more and more proudly, and his swordsmanship became more and more powerful. It was really an unprecedented peak state, and even he himself was intoxicated in this state.

The more Xuan Cao looked at it, the more desperate he became. How could such a swordsmanship be matched by an ordinary disciple like him.

At this time, the setting sun in Zhang Jian's long river is reaching the most essential part, the light of the sword is brighter than that, and the edge of the sword is at its peak, only the last sword can outline the afterimage of the setting sun, bursting out the strongest afterglow of the setting sun.

Just when Xuancao was discouraged, a childish and domineering voice came to his ears: "Three inches under the armpit, stab."

The three inches under the armpit is exactly where Zhang Jian's last sword is about to be drawn, and it is also the time when his sword is at its strongest and strongest. At this time, to collide is not courting death.

Xuancao didn't have time to think about it, no matter life or death, he has to fight. He has been ordinary all his life, and being able to follow Mo Yi, who has status and strength, is really his greatest blessing, and he must not give up.

Xuan Cao suddenly closed his eyes, tightly gripped the sword in his hand, and stabbed three inches under Zhang Jian's armpit regardless of his strength.

"Ah..." Many Luoshan disciples exclaimed, they couldn't bear to see the tragedy that was about to happen.

Closing his eyes, he charged into the sword aura, waiting for the sword aura to strike him. Xuancao, who was slashed into pieces, felt as if his sword had penetrated a certain layer of paper, and there was no major hindrance at all. A soft place, and then couldn't hold back the momentum, and rolled to the ground all of a sudden.

Xuan Cao, who opened his eyes, was a little dazed, shouldn't he bump into Zhang Jian's sharp sword light, and then be cut and bruised all over his body?

Many disciples were also stunned, shouldn't a tragic tragedy happen, and witness the shattering of a Mo family legend by the way?

Zhang Jian, who was still holding the sword in his hand, was full of inconceivable eyes. He stood there like a fool. His left hand reflexively covered the three inches of his armpit, where an obvious scar was drawn across, and the blood was pouring. Mimi flowed out, although it only scratched the flesh and did not hurt the bones, but the blow to his heart was extremely destructive.

Mo Yi shook Bai Shengsheng's little hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you for the hundred spirit stones, I will never owe you anything, please pay now!"

Zhang Jian looked at Mo Yi with extremely resentful eyes, I am so hurt, you want to ask me to get the spirit stone, please be sympathetic.

The sad Zhang Jian clutched his wound, took out a hundred spirit stones and handed them to Mo Yi, who was put into the storage ring by Mo Yi in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Mo Yi's swift movement of collecting the spirit stone, Zhang Jian said to Mo Yi pitifully, "Boss Mo, can you tell me why my Changhe Sunset swordsmanship was broken?"

Mo Yi didn't speak, and did a most standard gesture of rubbing Lingshi with his hands.

Zhang Jian felt distressed and took out another fifty spirit stones and put them in Mo Yi's hands.

With a swish, the spirit stone was put into the ring, and then Mo Yi rubbed his fingers again.

Zhang Jian was dumbfounded: "Brother Mo, didn't you write it down, and you need fifty spirit stones to correct it?"

Mo Yi put on a straight face: "That's a normal situation, but you questioned me just now, which hurt my reputation. You are smashing my brand, and you must double it to compensate me. You are the first time, less punishment, and you will be punished later. If someone doubts my reputation again, I will be fined ten times."

Zhang Jiannai had already given fifty spirit stones, but if he didn't return them, he took out another fifty spirit stones.

Mo Yi, who got the spirit stone, smiled happily, and said enthusiastically: "Although your swordsmanship is very proficient, you have not comprehended the true artistic conception of the swordsmanship, only the shape without spirit. When your swordsmanship condenses the afterimage of the setting sun Sometimes, this sword technique will give off a trace of the charm of the setting sun, but if you can't match your form and spirit, your momentum will conflict and stagnate. At this time, your defense is extremely low. At this time of the strongest, it happens that you have the biggest loophole When the time comes, as long as the timing is right, it will be easy to break your swordsmanship."

Zhang Jian suddenly realized, and asked nervously: "Then how should I improve?"

Mo Yi gave him a blank look: "It's been said that I didn't understand the artistic conception. Naturally, I want to find a desolate place to watch the sunset. If you understand the setting sun, your swordsmanship will naturally improve. Don't waste your time here. Go back and find a place to wait for the sunset."

Zhang Jianxin thanked him and left in a hurry.

Since then, there has been a desolate and lonely fool in Luoshan, who sits alone under the setting sun and gazes affectionately at the setting sun.

After that, the review work went very smoothly. No matter how anyone dared to criticize, no one's spirit stones were blown by strong winds.