The spirited and scattered ancient immortal cheats corpses in the world of self-cultivation

Chapter 147 The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 56
The battle on Mo Yiyi's side has been escalated to pulling hair with the thief. Both of them lost their natal sword and pen, and now they can only fight hand-to-hand.

Originally, it was like hand-to-hand combat, so the thief should have the upper hand.

But Mo Yiyi couldn't help recovering quickly, even if he tore off the blue dzi bead hairpin on Mo Yiyi's head, Mo Yiyi gritted his teeth, endured the high temperature, and turned into a mummy, he would have to beat him to death!

Of course, the little thief didn't do anything good, he tore off Mo Yiyi's hairpin, and she scratched the heat-insulating magic circle painted on his chest, and the little thief was also dizzy from the heat.

Even when Mo Yiyi was still attacking him vigorously in the form of a mummy, he was already scorched red with less breath and more breath!

When Yu Jian came back, Butan saw two people who were dying and wrestling. Butan saw that he hated iron but not steel.

"Where's the sword, where's your sword? Why do you, a swordsman, fight with others?? Where's your sword, Junior Sister Mo????"

Yes, where is her sword? ?

Mo Yiyi's mind was almost unconscious from the pain at the moment, but she still heard Butan's reminder.

Seeing her confused look, Butan immediately patted her forehead to remind her again.

"That's your natal sword, you summon it!"

call?How to summon?Call it and it will appear?She didn't name it either.

Mo Yiyi was still choking the little thief tightly at this moment, and the little thief was soon dying of being roasted, and the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker.

"Summon! Summon!!" Seeing that Mo Yiyi hadn't responded yet, Butan threw his sword in front of her.

Before his sword fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand.

"Sword come!"

I saw that the thrown sword flew back faster than it flew out, and the hilt of the sword landed in the palm of Butan's hand, and the sword was still shining in the dark night!

Mo Yiyi didn't even have her eyes right now, but she still knew what was going on around her. She opened her mouth subconsciously and made an extremely hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"Sword... come!"

The sound is distorted, but it does not prevent her natal sword from obeying the master's command and breaking out of the buried yellow sand!

The golden sword embryo was shining brightly in the dark night. It flew to Mo Yiyi, but because Mo Yiyi didn't reach out his hand, he didn't know where to stay, so it could only radiate light and float in front of Mo Yiyi.

At this moment, Mo Yiyi was no longer visible, but the feeling of blood connection made Mo Yiyi clearly know that it was her natal sword!
At this moment, she finally let go of the little thief who was tightly strangled by her, and then tried her best to spread her dry and stiff hands.

The golden sword embryo fell slowly and landed in the withered and stiff hands of its master, shining brightly!

Bearing the pain, Mo Yiyi slowly clenched his natal sword tightly.

The momentary clenching gave Mo Yiyi a feeling that the overwhelming pain was no big deal!

Mo Yiyi lost her mind for a few breaths because of this feeling, and then her mind, which was numb from the pain, started to turn. She opened the storage compartment and took out an umbrella with a black background and gold pattern again by feeling.

The umbrella of the same style as before was opened, and the excessively high temperature outside was isolated under the umbrella, which allowed both Mo Yiyi and Butanol to breathe!

Butanol hung the night light on the umbrella, and the warm yellow light illuminated the place where they were.

Mo Yiyi transformed into eyes under the umbrella, and then began to deal with the internal organs, as well as the overly shriveled flesh and bones.

She could no longer find her hairpin, and the pain made it too late for her to think about what else she could cool down. Fortunately, although the temperature under the umbrella was still a bit high, it was bearable. This small world was enough for the two of them to breathe up.

Butanol sat on the flying sword and meditated to recover from his injuries. Mo Yiyi took this opportunity to replace his skin.

She wanted to change back to her original shape, but this time she had to bear the pain for too long, and the process of replacing it bit by bit was too torturous.

But she endured the tears that she couldn't shed, she still gritted her teeth and didn't change back to the original shape, but continued to replace it little by little.

So she knew that she had to be familiar with all this.

She is not a human cultivator, so she has no way to improve her body like a human cultivator. Her advantage is that she can replace any part of her body, making any part of her body look like a new one!
But she did it too slowly, and she was not proficient enough. When fighting against people, she did it even slower when she was distracted!

If she could replace it faster, wouldn't she be in such a mess?

Mo Yiyi didn't want to be weak all the time, although this time's battle was bad, it also showed Mo Yiyi a different path!

When Butan recovered, Mo Yiyi was clean, sitting on the cushion, eating fruit and drinking herbal tea.

It's just that when Butan opened his eyes, the first thing he did was not to eat and drink with her, but to blurt out education.

"Junior Sister Mo, as a sword cultivator, how could you forget your sword? How could you fight an enemy without a weapon!"

Butanol was a little angry and didn't understand, and there was more.

"What about your sword moves? What about the sword moves you have practiced for more than a year? Why do you only poke after the battle? You will still be injured when you deal with those ink-spotted tigers? The kind that look more numerous, but are actually farts. With sand puppets that you don’t have, why don’t you attack them with the sword in your hand? Instead, waste so many sword symbols?!”

Butanol is also in the stage of qi refining, and in the late stage of qi training, he is only a small level higher than Mo Yiyi, so he can't understand why Mo Yiyi is so busy and wasteful!

Mo Yiyi also knew that she didn't cope well this time, so she quietly listened to Butan's training, and after he finished speaking, she offered to pour him a cup of herbal tea.

Mo Yiyi couldn't say anything to refute, after all, just like what Butan said, she has been practicing sword moves for more than a year, at least three hundred times a day under the supervision of her master and master.

After practicing so many times, it stands to reason that she should have practiced it thoroughly.

But it didn't.

Her first battle was still chaotic!
It seemed that she had won this battle, but in fact she relied on a lot of external forces.

Like the ruined umbrella, like her hairpin that can cool down, and the sword amulet that the master made for her master...

As for her, after using so many things, the final battle was still a mess.

After drinking the cup of herbal tea, Butan calmed down a little, and then he remembered that Mo Yiyi was his benefactor, so he stopped complaining.

But that's all he said, he said after thinking about it.

"Let's rest for one night today, and when you get used to the outside temperature tomorrow, practice. I will be your opponent. You have too little experience in dealing with the enemy, and you will definitely suffer in the future."

What else could Mo Yiyi say but nod.

It wasn't that she didn't want Butan to be her opponent, but she was worried about Ming'er adapting to the outside temperature.

It needs a gradual process to improve one's own pain tolerance limit, Mo Yiyi wants to take it slowly, but obviously, Butanol doesn't think so!

Seeing that Mo Yiyi nodded, Butan Qin reached out to eat the fruit.

If you are willing to bear hardships, you will succeed, but if you are afraid of being disheveled and unwilling to endure hardships, in the end, no matter how sharp your sword is, it will be useless if you really encounter an enemy.

No matter how many people you hire to guard by your side, it can't compare to becoming stronger yourself!
The two hid under the umbrella and recovered for a while, but Butanol's peripheral vision fell on the thief who was also under the coverage of the umbrella.

"He's not dead yet."

Yes, although this little thief is in a mess, and his whole body is scorched red and black, he looks like he is taking in less air and exhaling more.

But under the umbrella, he did have a breath.

After Mo Yiyi recovered, he hung a small silver bell under the umbrella, which also had the effect of cooling down, and because the temperature under the umbrella dropped in time, he survived.

When the two of them pecked at each other before, Mo Yiyi really wanted to kill him.

But now, she was a little bit hesitant to do it again.

Butan almost saw what Mo Yiyi was thinking at a glance, and immediately sighed again, hating iron for nothing.

"He is the enemy, you can't show mercy to the enemy! And he is still alive, does your spoils belong to you or to him?"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the little thief who passed out on the ground, and said directly.

"Kill him, right now, while he is still alive, you kill him."

What kind of woman's kindness does Jianxiu want?
The only thing sword cultivators pay attention to is cutting the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates!

Keeping his life, how do you know whether he appreciates you or hates you afterwards?

Rather than leaving disaster behind, it is better not to show mercy from the beginning!

This world of self-cultivation can't tolerate people who feel pity for the enemy, nor can it tolerate monks who haven't seen blood on their hands!
Mo Yiyi looked at the little thief on the ground, and then at Senior Brother Ding who was very determined, her breathing was a little short.

She has never killed anyone. She has lived for more than 40 years, and she has been living a peaceful life. The only exciting thing is to witness the death of a nun.

Not to mention killing people, she hasn't even killed a rabbit!
But is there a problem with the butanol requirement?
Mo Yiyi knew, but didn't.

Mo Yiyi closed his eyes, and under Butan's cold gaze, he finally jumped off the cushion and walked towards the man.

He had already passed out, and was truly on the brink of death. He didn't need Mo Yiyi to make up the knife at all. Maybe after a while, he would die by himself.

But Butan Qin asked Mo Yiyi to kill him while he was still alive!

Jianxiu's natal sword needs the blood of the enemy to sharpen, so this opportunity is very good!
Mo Yiyi made up her mind faster than Butan had imagined, she almost just stood there hesitating for a moment, then raised the natal sword embryo in her hand!
Mo Yiyi raised the sword high, and then dropped it down hard without any pause. The ruthlessness was as if he was afraid that he would regret it!

However, Mo Yiyi's decisive sword did not really fall on him!

Just before Mo Yiyi's sword was about to pierce his chest, the little thief's body was covered by a layer of spiritual power, which blocked Mo Yiyi's sword!
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