One day later, a piece of news spread wildly among Luoshan disciples.
The first thing every disciple says when they greet each other is: "Have you heard?"
If the other party doesn't reply with "I heard that," he will definitely be considered ignorant.
Disciple A: “Did you hear that?”
Disciple B: “I heard about it.”[
Disciple A: “Do you think it’s reliable?”
Disciple B: "If others say this, it will definitely be unreliable, but my junior brother is a genius. I saw his style with my own eyes on the school grounds that day, and I was extremely envious. What my junior brother said must be reliable."
Disciple A: "Then I'll go."
Disciple B: "Wait for me, I'll go too."
In the courtyard, Mo Yi sat on a wicker chair with his legs crossed, enjoying the warm sunshine leisurely.
Xuan Cao, on the other hand, was busy collecting the spirit stones.
"Brothers and sisters, don't panic. Anyone who comes has a share. As long as you have ten spiritual stones, you can sign up and get the guidance from Boss Mo. The more immortal stones you give, the more guidance you will receive. The one who gives the most, Boss Mo promises to guide him and get the guidance."
The victory in the big competition three months later. This is such a glorious thing, a good thing that you can't even imagine."
There are two large signboards erected on a huge long table. One of them reads: "Everything you lose must be gained, spiritual stones exchange for experience."
Another piece reads, "The first great competition is to win. It is impossible to win."
What happened in the school grounds that day was spread from person to person, and gradually it changed.
Mo Yi has become a symbol of mystery and legend. He fell from the sky and was accepted as the head disciple by Mo Qianfeng as soon as he landed. In the end, he demoted the chief disciples of Luoshan and Cangshan with every word. You know, Mo Yi looks like,
He only looks like a teenager, what a legend this is.
Ten spirit stones are not many, 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. If you can say it, you may not be able to do it. It is normal to have high vision and low hand.
When the sun went down, the last disciple who signed up took a number plate and left.
Xuan Cao came to Mo Yi excitedly and said excitedly: "Boss Mo, we sold a total of 520 number plates today and received 5,200 spirit stones. I have never seen so many spirit stones in my whole life.
Yes, it’s sent.”
Mo Yi rolled his eyes at Xuan Cao and said calmly: "This little spirit stone is nothing. After a while, a real enemy will appear, and he is guaranteed to make much more than this. You just need to serve me with your heart."
Well, all the spiritual stones and horses are just floating clouds, I will give you more spiritual stones that you will never use up in your lifetime."
Xuan Cao smiled flatteringly: "Don't worry, Boss Mo. If I follow you, I will feel at ease in my life and I will definitely be loyal throughout 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 me."
Mo Yi came to the room, took out all the spirit stones, and set up a miniature spirit gathering array, while he sat cross-legged in the center of the array.
Mo Yi made a magic spell and activated the spirit gathering array. A small spiritual energy vortex appeared in the room, pulling together the spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and instilling it into Mo Yi's body together with the energy in the spiritual stone.[
Mo Yi's body was like a bottom hole. The bottom of this spiritual energy vortex had just entered Mo Yi's body. In just a few breaths, the entire vortex was swallowed up by his thirsty body. More than 5,000 spiritual stones were reduced to pieces.
value.
Mo Yi stood up, looked at the debris on the ground, shook his head and sighed.
The quality of the spirit stones in the Haoran Realm is also far superior to that of the Lan Tian Realm, but Mo Yi's body has been transformed by the catastrophe and reincarnation, and has become like a black hole, with endless desire to devour.
These more than 5,000 spirit stones, plus the energy attracted by the spirit gathering array, were swallowed up by Mo Yi's body, just like an elephant eating an ant, which was not full at all.
Mo Yi looked at the top of his head dreamily, feeling that life was a bit hard. How much of this spirit stone would be enough? When can this strength be restored?
At sunrise the next day, Mo Yi was sitting on a wicker chair in the courtyard, while Xuan Cao was checking the number plates one by one, and then letting people in one by one.
There is a huge sign hanging in the corner of the courtyard that reads: "Use your best swordsmanship. I am only responsible for pointing out shortcomings. If you need to make corrections, I will give you fifty spiritual stones."
"Start number one." Xuan Cao started shouting
A young man in his thirties walked into the courtyard, holding a sword and starting to dance.
A set of Long River Sunset Sword Technique makes me feel refreshed and satisfied with the sword style. After finishing it, I feel quite satisfied.
"Is that the sunset over the long river? I thought it was swimming in a stream. It's flashy, only form but no spirit. It's completely vulnerable and not worth mentioning at all." Mo Yi said casually.
The face of this young disciple turned red. His swordsmanship, which he had been most proud of for ten years, was so belittled. How could he be willing to say, "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 spiritual stones."
Many disciples who had handed over spirit stones were booing around them. In their opinion, Zhang Jian's set of Changhe Sunset Sword Technique was truly majestic and a rare good sword technique. Mo Yi finally said
So unbearable.
This kind of swordsmanship is still rubbish, so their swordsmanship is even more shameless.
The public sentiment is raging, and there is a strong attitude that the spirit stone will not retreat until death.
Mo Yi stood up from the wicker chair and said calmly: "Although I, Mo Yi, are young, I regard reputation as my life. Lingshi is a small thing, but I am justified in withdrawing from my needs."
Mo Yi looked at the young man who was leading the booing, and said with a smile: "You are not convinced that I belittled your swordsmanship just now. I understand this idea very well. After all, among cultivators, Tian is always the boss, and I am the second child.
.So I have to give you a chance to prove what you said is right."
Zhang Jian looked at the smiling Mo Yi and felt something bad. He was a strange person, and he might be tricked at some point, but he was not allowed to back down at this time, otherwise he would really be unable to survive in Luoshan.
He stiffened his neck and asked: "What kind of proof?"
Mo Yi's smile became even sweeter, and he pointed at Xuan Cao, who was a little anxious about the situation: "My follower is much weaker than you. You can show your sword skills again later, and then I'll let my follower
I stab you with a sword on the way. If you can block it, I will return ten times the spiritual stone to you. But if you can't block it, I'm sorry, but you have to give me another hundred spiritual stones. Do you dare?"
Zhang Jian looked at Xuan Cao, who was nervous and sweating. Naturally, such a low-level disciple would not take him seriously. He hesitated and said: "Are you sure it was him who stabbed me? I will not show mercy."
Yes, if you hurt him when the time comes, you can’t blame me.”
Mo Yi smiled and said to Xuan Cao, who was about to cry nervously: "You are my follower. What can you do if you don't have any courage? You have learned the basic sword skills. Don't think about anything later. I will tell you the direction.
Just stab me with your sword with all your strength. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it, boss, as long as you don't be afraid of death."[
Boss Mo said this, Xuan Cao had no choice but to bite the bullet.
On the other side, Zhang Jian had arrived at the open space in the courtyard and took up his stance again.
A set of majestic Changhe Sunset Sword Technique is like a dragon flying in this small courtyard. The dazzling sword light looks so majestic. In the eyes of everyone, this is far from flashy. It is clearly an exquisite sword possessed by the god.
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Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Jian became more and more proud as he danced, and his sword skills became more and more powerful. He was in an unprecedented peak state, and even he himself was intoxicated in this state.
The more Xuan Cao watched, the more desperate he became. How could such a swordsmanship be matched by an ordinary disciple like him?
At this time, Zhang Jian's sunset over the long river was reaching its most essential part, the sword light was more dazzling, the sword edge was at its peak, and only the last sword was left to outline the afterimage of the sunset, erupting with the strongest remaining power of the sunset.
Just when Xuan Cao was discouraged, a childish and domineering voice came into his ears: "Three inches under the armpit, thorn."
Three inches under the armpit is where Zhang Jian's last sword is about to be drawn, and it is also when his sword edge is at its strongest and strongest. At this time, to collide is not to seek death.
Xuan Cao didn't have time to think about it. He had to fight whether he lived or died. He had been ordinary in this life and being able to follow Mo Yi, who had status and strength, was really his greatest blessing. He could never give up.
Xuan Cao suddenly closed his eyes, held the sword tightly, and thrust the sword three inches under Zhang Jian's arm regardless of all his strength.
"Ah..." Many Luoshan disciples exclaimed, unable to bear to see the tragedy that was about to happen.
He rushed into the sword energy with his eyes closed, waiting for the sword energy to hit him. Xuan Cao was cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, but he felt as if his sword had penetrated a certain layer of paper, without much hindrance at all.
It was a soft place, and then it couldn't hold back and rolled to the ground all of a sudden.
Xuan Cao, who opened his eyes, was a little dazed. Shouldn't he have been hit by Zhang Jian's sharp sword light and then cut and bruised all over his body?
Many disciples were also stunned. Shouldn't a tragic tragedy happen and witness the collapse of the legend of the Mo family?
Zhang Jian, who was still holding the sword in his hand, was even more unbelievable. He stood stupidly like a fool. His left hand reflexively covered the area three inches under his arm. There was an obvious scar scratched there, and there was blood.
The gurgling water flowed out. Although it only scratched the skin and did not damage the muscles and bones, the blow to his soul was extremely devastating.
Mo Yi shook Bai Shengsheng's little hand and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you for the hundred spirit stones. No debts will be owed. Please pay now!"
Zhang Jian looked at Mo Yi with extremely resentful eyes, "I'm so hurt, you want to get the spirit stone from me, please be sympathetic."
The miserable Zhang Jian covered his wound, and distressedly took out a hundred spirit stones and handed them to Mo Yi. In the blink of an eye, Mo Yi put them into the storage ring.
Seeing Mo Yi's deft movement of collecting the spirit stones, Zhang Jian pitifully said to Mo Yi: "Boss Mo, can you tell me why my Changhe Sunset Sword Technique was broken?"
Mo Yi said nothing and made the most standard movement of rubbing the spirit stone with his hands.
Zhang Jian felt distressed and took out fifty spiritual stones and placed them in Mo Yi's hand.
With a snap, 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 that fifty spiritual stones are needed for correction?"
Mo Yi grimaced: "That's a normal situation, but you just questioned me and hurt my credibility. You are destroying my reputation. You must double the amount to compensate me. This is your first time, so you will be punished less. You will be punished in the future.
If anyone doubts my credibility again, I will be fined ten times."
Zhang Jianai had already given out fifty spiritual stones. Otherwise, he had to take out another fifty spiritual stones.
Mo Yi, who had received the spirit stone, beamed with joy and said enthusiastically: "Although you are very skilled in swordsmanship, you have not understood the true artistic conception of the swordsmanship. There is only form but no spirit. When your swordsmanship condenses the afterimage of the setting sun.
At certain times, this sword technique will give off a hint of the charm of the setting sun, but if you cannot combine form and spirit, your momentum will conflict and stagnate, and your defense will be extremely low at this time. At this time when you are at your strongest, it happens to be when you have the biggest loophole.
When the time comes, as long as the timing is correct, it will be easy to defeat your swordsmanship."
Zhang Jian suddenly understood and asked nervously: "Then how should I improve?"
Mo Yi rolled his eyes at him: "As I said, I haven't understood the artistic conception. Naturally, I have to find a desolate place to watch the sunset. If I understand the setting of the sunset, I will naturally improve my swordsmanship. Don't waste your time here.
Let’s go back and find a place to wait for the sunset.”
Zhang Jian happily thanked him and left in a hurry.
From then on, there was a desolate and lonely fool in Luoshan, sitting alone under the setting sun, gazing lovingly at the setting sun.
After that, the evaluation work went very smoothly. No matter who dared to criticize, no one's spiritual stone was blown by the strong wind. It would be really hard to have to pay for the injury.