Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1151 Lonely Figure

On the huge rock by the beach, Ah Li waved the wooden sword very seriously, and the forehead was covered with sea water very quickly.

On the other hand, Mo Xian reminded A Li from time to time, and at the same time helped A Li to regulate his movements from time to time.

The wooden sword Mo Xian was made according to the standard long sword, so it was too long for the current A Li, so it was a little difficult and clumsy for A Li to dance.

However, this did not affect Ah Li's liking for this sword in the slightest.

"It's lower here, the angle of the sword here is wrong..."

This is a very simple and basic set of swordsmanship, but Mo Xian taught it very seriously, as if teaching a profound swordsmanship.

And Ah Li is also extremely serious about learning. At such a young age, she obviously already has a heart far beyond her peers.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast the large and small figures on the ground.

It can be seen that the small shadow's movements are very jerky, while the big shadow is tirelessly guiding, over and over again.

The picture is very warm.

Not long after, the sun went down completely, and the two shadows were also completely shrouded in darkness, and could no longer be seen.

However, on the rock, Mo Xian and A Li were still practicing this perhaps very simple sword technique over and over again.

Both of them did not speak in tacit understanding, only the sound of the sword slashing in the air.

This night seemed to be very short, but it also seemed to be very long. When the sky gradually leaked a fish-belly white, there was only a petite figure left on the boulder.

That's Ah Li!

She sat cross-legged on the ground, and the wooden sword engraved with the word Li was just a foot away from her.

Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was practicing the Hunyuan Tempering Body Art, but her small figure was trembling uncontrollably, and tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes.

In the distance, a figure was leaving quickly, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"master……"

The little Ali seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer, sobbing softly.

Although she didn't get along with Mo Xian for a long time, as her first friend and only master, Mo Xian undoubtedly held a large proportion in her heart.

"Master, Ah Li will not let you down!" Not long after, Ah Li stood up slowly, and there was only firmness left on his small face.

After wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she began to face the rising sun and practice the set of moves that Mo Xian gave her.

After finishing, she carefully wrapped the strips of cloth torn from Mo Xian's clothes around her fist.

Arriving in the small courtyard, Ah Li took a deep breath, and began to punch the trees that Mo Xian and her planted together.

These trees will be her only cultivation partners for a long time to come.

"boom!"

A Li punched the tree, even though Mo Xian was gone, he didn't hold back at all, he used almost all his strength in every punch.

The tree hardly moved at all, and it would probably take a long time to break it with a single punch.

According to the plan that Mo Xian gave her, enduring the pain and boredom that was beyond the limits of what a child could bear, Ah Li was like a wind-up clockwork, running non-stop.

In the village, those children ran to the beach to play and chase them again.

But at this time, Ah Li has no interest in it.

The ball that had troubled her for many years no longer had any temptation for her.

When the children were playing, Ah Li was in the yard with his hands behind his back, jumping around in circles.

When the children went home for dinner, Ah Li ran along the beach step by step under the washing of the waves.

Those children were finally tired from playing, and when they wanted to go home to sleep, Ah Li stood on the boulder, facing the setting sun, waving the wooden sword engraved with Li...

A Li's figure, lonely and stubborn, seems to be out of tune with those children.

Also starting from today, A Li's little figure will appear at the right time and place every day, doing things that everyone around him can't understand.

day to day……

Such A Li may be destined to become a top martial artist in the future.

After leaving the fishing village, Mo Xian moved forward all the way. He was still a long way from the Promise Sect.

According to the ancestor of the Kong family, it may not be difficult for him to qualify for the Wanyu War with his current strength.

But it might be impossible to stand out in the Great War of Ten Thousand Domains, let alone the mysterious path of refining the gods.

Although he didn't know what Yin Qiantong's purpose was for letting him go to the Wanyu War, but the strength of the latter was far stronger than him at the beginning, and it will definitely be stronger now.

However, in the Ten Thousand Territories War, what he wanted was to stand in front of Yin Qiantong, not to be like a burden.

Therefore, he must continue to improve his strength.

This long journey is the best experience.

And when Mo Xian rushed to the Wuji Pavilion, there were also many people rushing to various major sects that were eligible to distribute quotas.

Like Mo Xian, these people all came from some middle and low-level warrior areas.

They all went with the purpose of changing their destiny, and many of them were talented.

And this time the Great War of Ten Thousand Domains, there are bound to be many people who will shine their own light.

Perhaps, there will also be a huge dark horse like the Hanging Island back then.

In short, this time the Ten Thousand Domains War caused commotion in the entire continent.

Under the seemingly calm, perhaps it has already been turbulent.

However, Mo Xian's life was easy. Along the way, let alone a human being, he didn't even meet anyone who could move.

He was also happy and relaxed, hurrying on his way while taking the time to practice.

Now that the three phantom bodies have been consumed, his cultivation speed has dropped significantly.

Fortunately, two phantom bodies have gradually taken shape, and the third one has already taken shape.

The price is that the things in his ring are almost exhausted, and there is an urgent need for a big replenishment.

However, there are a lot of gold coins. He also earned a lot of gold coins when he cooperated with the Carlisle family.

But gold coins are just a number when you put them on your body, and they are only valuable when you spend them.

After half a month like this, Mo Xian finally found traces of warrior activities.

This place is quite rich in aura, presumably there should be many warriors.

Sure enough, not long after, Mo Xian met a group of people.

What shocked Mo Xian a little was that these people were actually besieging a sixth-order monster.

This magical beast is about ten meters high, and its shape is similar to that of a blue bull, but it has only one horn, on which there is a blue whirlwind looming, exuding a fierce aura that wants to cut apart the space.

Judging from the fluctuations emitted by the monster, this monster should have reached the sixth-level advanced level, which is equivalent to a warrior around the eight-star Martial King Realm.

Mo Xian would not take the initiative to provoke such an existence.

This also shows that this group of people is not weak.

(End of this chapter)