Cultivate your sister’s immortals

“This is…” Mo Yi’s eyes widened unconsciously, his eyes staring at the words on the sword spectrum, but his attention was not on it.

In a place that no one could see, a little golden man appeared in Mo Yi’s mind, and the little man kept wielding a long golden sword in his hand, and his moves were one by one!

Suddenly, Mo Yi moved his gaze away from the sword spectrum, and the golden villain in his mind also froze like clockwork exhausted, motionless in place

“That’s what it meant.” Mo Yi finally understood why Qingxuan Venerable repeatedly commanded to use mana to attach to his eyes, this Nima and the naked eye looking directly are not a grade at all! When you are still reading classical Chinese, people have already watched DVDs…

Mo Yi adjusted his mood and continued to look at the handwriting on the sword spectrum, and as his eyes read, the golden villain in his mind also began to move.

The golden villain holds the sword in his right hand and raises it, and his straight arm is split in front of his body from top to bottom, and his arm is in a straight line with the sword, at the same height as the shoulder, and the force reaches the blade. A splitting sword is a vertical circle along the right or left side of the body.

“Chop.” Mo Yi found the name of the move that the little golden man was performing in the sword spectrum.

Just do what you say, and practice with a weapon that is still close to hand. Looking around, Mo Yi’s gaze quickly locked on the emerald green bamboo, which was used as a substitute for the sword.

Mo Yi walked to the nearest green bamboo, and after reaching out and gesturing that the thickness and length of the bamboo did meet his requirements, Mo Yi rolled up his sleeves and began to break violently.

Having been strengthened by the elixir, Mo Yi now has nothing to say about opening the monument with one hand, let alone a slender bamboo, if you want to break it, it is simply not too light…

“Huh…?” Mo Yi grabbed a green bamboo about four fingers wide with both hands, and broke it hard, but there was no movement! However, the bamboo leaves have fallen a lot, but the bamboo itself is still tall and unmoving.

“So resilient?” Mo Yi gritted his teeth, he still didn’t believe that he really had no chicken power to break with bamboo.

“Give me… Break break! Mo Yi desperately grabbed Cuizhu with both hands and kept pressing it to the ground, trying to break Cuizhu directly. But the toughness of the green bamboo greatly exceeded Mo Yi’s belief, and a bamboo that was originally straight to the sky was bent over and stuck to the ground! But Rao is so, the bamboo is still intact.

Mo Yi was tired and panting, his whole person sat on the bamboo, forcing the bamboo to be pressed to the ground, he also picked up a sharp stone with a large head from the side and kept smashing the bamboo, every time he used all his strength, until the “pop”, the stone was completely smashed, as the victim of the bamboo said that there was no damage, even the skin was not broken.

“I…” Mo Yi didn’t catch his breath, his center of gravity was unstable and he planted the bamboo crookedly, and as soon as he lost Mo Yi’s suppression, the green bamboo immediately bounced back to the place, and the whole bamboo was still green and tall.

Mo Yi, who was sitting on the ground, was a little dumbfounded when he looked at the bamboo in front of him, he had been busy for so long and had not broken his defense? What kind of bamboo is this unique to the world of immortal cultivation? This quality and toughness are more than enough to make steel bars.

“I don’t believe in evil anymore.” Mo Yi looked at the tall emerald green bamboo with a look of indignation, the spirit absorbing stone and everything was destroyed by himself, could it be that this ordinary bamboo in front of him couldn’t be done by himself?

“Since you refuse to be my sword, I have to practice your sword with you.” Mo Yi puffed out his cheeks and threatened Cuizhu more nervously, then got up and patted his pants full of dirt, turned and walked towards the bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house opened silently, Mo Yi probed his head into the house, the spiritual energy in the bamboo house was still surging, and Mo Luoxue’s cultivation was not over.

Mo Yi carefully touched Mo Luoxue’s bed, and after making sure that Mo Luoxue was now concentrating on cultivation and had no time to worry about the outside of his body, Mo Yi lightly reached out and pulled out the long sword behind Mo Luoxue.

“Oh-” A soft groan came from the unsheathed of the long sword, and Mo Yi glanced at Mo Luoxue in front of him vigilantly, lest this nizi suddenly open her eyes and cut herself.

Fortunately, Mo Luoxue’s cultivation was very attentive, and he did not notice Mo Yi’s sneaky behavior.

Mo Yi took the long sword and thanked Mo Luoxuebai, who was practicing cross-knee on the bed, and then carefully exited the bamboo house.

There was an inaudible sound from the bamboo door closing, and Mo Luoxue on the bed raised her eyes to glance at the closed bamboo door in surprise, and then withdrew the dagger in her sleeve that was ready to be drawn out at any time.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Luoxue didn’t know what kind of moth Mo Ye was doing, so he simply didn’t care and started cultivating again.

Outside the bamboo house, open space.

Mo Yi stood in front of Cuizhu with a dangling long sword in his hand and snorted with his nostrils, “Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi!” Look I don’t cut you! ”

Having said that, Mo Ye did not immediately cut it up without any method, but took out the basic sword technique in his arms and looked at it.

As soon as his eyes touched the sword spectrum, the little golden man in his mind appeared again, the little golden man raised his sword and then slashed sharply, its momentum was hearty, because it was directly cast in Mo Yi’s mind, so Mo Yi could clearly appreciate the power and essence of this sword.

“Hold the sword up, straight arm from top to bottom to the front of the body, arm and sword in a straight line, shoulder height, force up to the sword blade…” Mo Yi held the sword spectrum in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, looking at the green bamboo in front of him with a very serious face.

There was a bleak wind wrapped around the bamboo leaves blowing, and Mo Yi and the green bamboo were relatively awe-inspiring, as if two masters were about to make a move.

“Chop!” Feeling that he had brewed enough, Mo Yi imitated the golden villain in his mind and slashed at Cuizhu with a sword, and at the same time shouted out the name of the move in his mouth.

“Oh—”

This blow regardless of the posture or not, anyway, the strength is enough, Mo Yihu’s mouth was numb, and the long sword almost came out, on the contrary, only a shallow white mark appeared on the green bamboo in front of him?

Mo Yi flicked his numb right hand, the corner of his mouth twitched, he reached out and touched the shallow poor white marks on the bamboo, if this is a game, there should be a red dazzling [-1] floating above the head of this bamboo.

“Oh, I still don’t believe in you.” Mo Yi took a step back and held the sword in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand to prepare to cover the water again.

Another wind blew, and the entire bamboo forest resounded with a pleasant sassing sound, as if mocking Mo Yi, who was in vain.

“Drafting! Chop! ”