Even though he has no talent for cultivation, Dahu knows the mystery and strangeness of magic and other magic among some monks, and even knows that magic and magic are divided into difficulty.

This "Slaying the Sky" is an extremely difficult magic to practice!

For Mo Yiming, Lei Xiao and others, they naturally didn't know how difficult this magic was, but when they saw Dahu, who had always been carefree, they couldn't help but become interested in this magic.

Seeing that only Dahu had such a screaming look, Wuheng seemed a little disappointed, but then he opened the ancient book and looked like a teacher.

"The Heaven-Slaying Art is a Fengxing technique, and its speed requirements are extremely high. It controls wind power, integrates cultivation, transforms qi into swords, transforms qi into swords, and can penetrate peaks and can cut the sky with strong power!"

Wu Hengnian came here and put away the magic, looked at Mo Yiming and others, and continued to explain: "This "Star of Heaven-Slaying Art" is divided into nine levels, which is extremely difficult. The first level is almost no harm. If you practice it above the third level, the power cannot be underestimated, but many people stop at the second level, so most cultivators will not choose to practice this magic... They will not waste too much time on this magic. So far, as far as I know, among the disciples in the four peaks, only Wu Zhongqiang from Beifeng practiced this technique to the fifth level of the sky..."

"Since it's so difficult to get used to, what else do you do for us?" Zuimeiyan said poutingly.

"You are learning my Mount Tai, why are you practicing this? I'm for Xiao Mingming." Wuheng said, and walked to Mo Yiming with a smile, handed the ancient book to Mo Yiming and continued: "I saw that your speed seemed to be much faster than that of ordinary people with the Nine-level gathering of Qi, and you should have some understanding of wind power. Are you interested in this Fengxing technique?"

Mo Yiming nodded and said, "I'm a little interested."

Wuheng pouted and said, "In a few days, it will be a sect competition. I still think this magic will help you. Since I'm just a little interested, I'll go back."

Wuheng said to go, and got up and was about to leave.

"Master Wuheng, don't be angry, I have a strong interest!" Mo Yiming smiled.

"This is almost the same." Wu Heng finished speaking, throwing the magic in his hand to Mo Yiming.

I felt that the sect competition was coming, and it seemed that Lei Xiao, Xie Wuchang and others were all under inexplicable pressure.

"Okay, okay, Master Wuheng, I haven't been drunk with you for a long time."

At this moment, Erhu wanted to relieve everyone's pressure on the coming sect competition and said.

"Yes, don't think about those competitions first. Since we are destined to be together, eat, drink and get drunk first! Let's talk about other things," Sanhu said in response.

Everyone smiled and nodded, and walked out of the room together.

It was not until late at night that everyone was drunk that the back mountain became quiet.

When Mo Yiming woke up, it was noon the next day. He rubbed his somewhat dizzy temples, no longer remembering who carried him to bed yesterday. There was a clamor outside. When he went out, he saw Lei Xiao, Zhang Xiaopang and others had already begun to practice their magic.

Wuheng has never been so serious. When he taught Lei Xiao, Zhang Xiaopang and others to practice, he looked like a teacher.

After washing up, Mo Yiming drank a few bowls of soup prepared by Wuhu for him, then found an empty grass, smelled the fragrance of the grass, and sat down cross-legged under the breeze, and opened the book "Zhao Tian Jue".

Gradually, Mo Yiming slowly closed his eyes.

"This is the first level of killing the sky, the power of controlling the wind. There is no wind, and there is no one..."

While pondering inside, Mo Yiming silently recited the mantras of the magic technique, and his body gradually floated up, trying to feel the speed of Fengxing.

At the same time, the man named Mo Yi has been rumored to be rumored throughout the West Peak.

Especially in the Temple of Heaven Sect, Hun Xuanji sat on the jade chair, looking a little haggard, as if he hadn't been sleeping all night. At a certain moment, he held the armrests of the seat tightly and made a "crunch" sound, and the armrests turned into powder.

"Hmph... He is really too bullying in Nanming City. He is so shameless in front of so many disciples."

Hun Xuanji's face was full of anger and helplessness.

Jian Antian walked in slowly, as if he heard the sound of Soul Mystery. When he approached, he clasped his fists and bowed: "Master, don't be angry. If anyone in Xifeng dares to publicize this matter, I will kill anyone!"

Hun Xuanji looked at Jian Antian, sighed lightly, and said, "Forget it, don't think about this matter first... It is said that Liu Zhongling's cultivation has reached the transformation realm. I know that you have always admired her, but I hope that you will not show mercy when fighting with her."

"Disciples have their own qualities."

It was also at this time that Liu Zhongling, who was in the purple bamboo forest, was playing the xylophone on the bamboo platform in front of his knees, but his thoughts were on another person.

"Is it him?"

With a clang, Liu Zhongling's strings broke, his fingers were bounced and his skin oozed out.

She gently put her fingers into her mouth, and the blood dyed her lips a little red. When the willow eyebrows frowned, she looked a little charming at this moment.

"The sect competition is about to begin, and I am still distracted..."

After mocking himself in his heart, Liu Zhongling held his mind and gradually turned himself into a state of calm and free from distractions. Even if he broke a string, the songs played made people feel peaceful and peaceful.

On the practice space at the south gate, Xiao Kehan's face looked much pale than before. Every time the smile on his lips made people feel extremely creepy.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, with strange flower patterns carved on the ground. He sat in the middle, next to it with a blue sword like jade, emitting some light. At a moment, he clasped the blue on the ground tightly, and immediately the blue echoed. After the blue sword contained the power of his cultivation, blue light emitted.

"Since I can't get you, I will ruin you."

As he pondered, Xiao Kehan's smile looked even more chilling, but Liu Zhongling's figure appeared in his mind.

At the same time, Mo Yiming's body, sitting cross-legged, was already suspended in the air, and even under the levitation, the wind whistled around him, and his body gradually rotated.

"Although I am faster than others, I do not really use the power of controlling the wind, but in a helpless manner, I burst out my potential. Or in other words, I can already control the wind, but I cannot interpret it."

Mo Yiming let the wind roar in his ears, and his body rotated with gusts of wind speed. He never opened his eyes while meditating, trying hard to figure out the meaning of the word to see if he could understand it in a short period of time.

It was already late at night. It was not him who was practicing magic alone this night. Even the lazy Zhang Xiaopang kept waving his palms.

Until dawn was approaching, Zhang Xiaopang was so tired that he couldn't stand it. He fell to the ground and fell asleep immediately and fell asleep.

When the next morning came, Zuimeiyan couldn't hold on and fell asleep the second time. At this moment, Wuhu had already gotten up and started a busy day. However, before they were busy, they would look at Mo Yiming with caring and worry.

At noon, Zhang Xiaopang was muttering something, and saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The drunkard swallow also slept very soundly in the shape of a large character. Xie Wuchang sat on the ground with his butt, his body aches and sleepiness came, and the third time he fell to sleep.

As for Lei Xiao, he was still practicing the pressure of Mount Tai. His strength was gradually increasing. His spirit seemed to be very energetic. For him, this little fatigue was nothing. After all, when he was in the mine, he was more than ten times more painful than this!

Or maybe he took the best Qi Condensation Pill given to him yesterday by Mo Yiming.

The sunset gradually sets, and the smell of smell comes from the back mountain. Zhang Xiaopang sneezes, wakes up from his sleep, and goes straight to the kitchen. Then, the drunken swallow can't stop the fragrance and wakes up from his sleep.

As for Xie Wuchang, he might be so tired that he was not attracted by the fragrance.

It was not until not far away that a muffled "bang" sound came that he woke up from his sleep as if he was awakened, and looked at the place where the sound was made.

After looking at this moment, he saw Lei Xiao's robe fluttering, and felt a powerful force of cultivation, which was emitted from the inside out. A sharp light oozed out from his eyes. As the sound echoed, his body turned into a long rainbow and rushed straight into the sky!

Immediately, a bang fell back to the ground, causing the ground to tremble suddenly at this moment!

"This... is the seventh level of Qi gathering?" Xie Wuchang said incredibly. He felt an inexplicable jealousy in his heart, but this also made him clearly feel the difference between an ordinary person and a genius in cultivation!

Lei Xiao walked over with satisfaction, smiled and patted Xie Wuchang in surprise, and said, "The Taishan Pressure Skill, plus the assistance of the Qi Condensation Pill, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become much stronger. Boy, if you want to chase him, catch up with me first! Haha."

Lei Xiao said, looking at Mo Yiming who was still spinning in the air, and laughed and walked towards the kitchen with neither fast nor slow speed.

In this flash, night was coming, and the fragrant food was served on the dining table.

At this moment, Mo Yiming's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a light oozed out of it. His hands suddenly spread out, and his body turned into a rainbow and rushed straight into the sky. Its speed was much faster than before.

"The first power of wind control is the first, so it's like this... Wind is optional! When the wind speed comes, I use the wind to fly. When the wind is not, my cultivation is windy! Sometimes my cultivation is flying with the wind! I am satisfied with this speed!"

While pondering, Mo Yiming looked satisfied. After falling from the sky, he stepped into the table a few steps. After drinking the soup with a few sips, he stepped out of the door and began his second practice of "The Heaven-Slaying Jue".

"This second level is to use the power of the wind."

Mo Yiming silently recited the second center method of magic. He did not sit cross-legged like before, but stood floating, like stepping on auspicious clouds, and then raised his body to a high altitude. His hair was blown by the wind, and his robe sounded, as if it was possible to be taken away by the strong wind at any time.

This stop was three days later. Late on the third night, Mo Yiming's closed eyes suddenly opened, his palms squirming like a snake in the air, feeling the wind in the air. At a certain moment, he suddenly waved his palm.

A whistle screamed.

Suddenly, a strong wind whistled out from his palm. When this wind whistled, it contained the power of his cultivation, making its power much stronger. It even made a bang sound a hundred meters away. In this explosion, a burst of cultivation power could be seen exploded and turned into white light and splashed everywhere.

Mo Yiming opened the "Slaying Heavenly Sword" again and silently recited the above mental formula.

"This third level is said to be extremely difficult to practice... to turn into a form?"

While pondering, Mo Yiming also felt that this third level was a bit strange, and even the mental method was difficult to understand, but relying on his understanding of words, he still started practicing.

This practice has passed three more days. When the third day comes, Mo Yiming frowned slightly, but there is still no progress.

On the morning of the fourth day, the ancient bell of the West Peak rang and echoed throughout the West Peak, causing all the monks of the West Peak to rush to the Trial Academy together.
Chapter completed!