Mu Lao watched her practicing the Mulan Jue over and over again, and was shocked by her time and time again.

Her incredible talent, her rigorous attitude, her tireless repetition, and her firm belief all shocked him.

How could such a persevering girl become a useless person for more than ten years?

Has she been hiding her clumsiness? Or has she changed due to something she has experienced?

The time of practicing always passes very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it is already dusk.

Fortunately, Jun Yimo had already told Qingqing yesterday that he would be practicing outside frequently these days, so there was no need to make a fuss if he couldn't see her.

Jun Yimo didn't seem to be disturbed by the dimness of the sky, and was still immersed in her busy practice.

She worked hard without stopping for even a moment, and it wasn't until she finished practicing the ninth form of the first level of Mulan Jue that she slowly stopped.

"Nine postures! It took you six hours to complete the first nine postures! Oh my God! I'm not dreaming, am I?" Mu Lao already couldn't believe what he saw. This was simply too fantasy!

"Haha! Then let your dream continue!" Jun Yimo smiled easily, her mood at the moment was extremely joyful.

Unexpectedly, this kind of practice not only did not make her feel boring, but she actually enjoyed it.

Every new move, every perfect conquest is a new inspiration for her, making her want to know more about Mulan Jue.

"Come on, come on! Practice the first nine postures for me to see!" Mu Lao said earnestly, but it was a pity that Jun Yimo couldn't see his expression at the moment.

"Okay! You've got it!"

Jun Yimo summoned a long sword from his strong wind ring, and with a flash of his body, he jumped into the air and waved it heroically.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the moon-white figure danced like a night elf, and the long sword shone brightly in the darkness against the moonlight, flashing with light.

The more Mu Lao watched, the more surprised he became. From the first to the ninth, every movement and evolution of her movements, the essence of Mulan Jue was fully displayed under her sword.

He had to admit that the hundreds of variations of the nine-movement sword style that Jun Yimo had practiced in just six hours were comparable to the essence of what he had practiced for decades.

"Okay, that's great! Genius, a unique genius! Haha! I never thought I could meet such a cultivation genius in this life! It's so satisfying!" Mu Lao said that his Mulan Jue could find a successor again after tens of thousands of years.

And happy.

He asked Jun Yimo to practice Mulan Jue in the hope that he could pass on this unique skill from their previous school. Who would have thought that Jun Yimo could not only understand Mulan Jue in such a short period of time, but also practice it so well?

Exquisite!

This is totally an unexpected gain! How to stop him from laughing?

"Mu Lao, why do you seem happier than me?" Jun Yimo knew from listening to Mu Lao's voice that he must have his own little plan, otherwise why would he smile like that...

...weird!

"Uh, how can I not? Aren't I also happy for you? Besides, since you have learned my master's secret skills, you can be regarded as a member of my master! Why don't you call master to come and hear it?"

Now that Mu Lao discovered her talent for cultivation, how could he let her go?

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I'm too busy today, so I'm slow in typing, sorry!
Chapter completed!