God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

"Thank you, Brother Shenxian, for giving Xiaomeng the Qiu Li sword!"

Seeing this, Mo Yi was stunned, a little flattered.

But thinking that Xiao Meng is still an eight-year-old girl, Mo Yi is relieved.

Eight-year-old children, there is so much attention, no matter what they do, they only rely on their hearts and minds.

On the other hand, Bei Mingzi was so angry that he vomited blood. He clearly gave Xiaomeng the Qiu Li sword, but Xiaomeng actually thanked Mo Yi!

Mo Yi is holding Bei Mingzi's famous sword as a favor, which is simply abominable!

Xiaomeng didn't think so much, but said: "Brother fairy, your prediction is so accurate, can you give me another prediction? Xiaomeng is better, happy!"

"Okay, happy?"

Mo Yi smiled, pinched his fingers, and said, "Come, come over, I'll tell you!"

Xiaomeng nodded and quickly put her ear to Mo Yi's mouth.

Mo Yi whispered: "Next, you will go to retreat, and then you will go out in eight years, then you will become my woman! Is this okay?"

Xiaomeng was startled, but nodded and smiled sweetly: "Okay!"

Seeing this, Bei Mingzi didn't know what kind of prophecy Mo Yi made, but seeing Xiaomeng's expression, he had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

This guy Mo Yi, [-]% is fooling his lover again!

No, go back and drive Mo Yi away, and then let Xiaomeng retreat.

If I go on like this, Xiaomeng will definitely let Mo Yi be kidnapped, this is not good!

Chisongzi is not up to his expectations, and Beimingzi also intends to let Xiaomeng inherit his mantle! .

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At this time, Chi Songzi hesitated a little, but he took a step forward, bowed and saluted, and said sadly:

"Young Master Mo, your prophecy [-] years ago has all come true. This old man has a cheeky face, and I would like to ask Young Master Mo to give me some guidance."

Mo Yi smiled lightly, looked at Chi Songzi's terrified expression, and said calmly:

"Do you want to ask whether you will win or lose in the big competition between Taoist Tianzong and Renzong three months later? Or do you want to ask whether your Chisongzi will live or die in a year? But both, I will only answer. One!"

Chi Songzi hesitated a little, but still said: "Three months later! If I don't lose to Xiaoyaozi, the head of the human sect, then everything will be in vain, and there is no need to worry about life and death in a year!"

Mo Yi smiled and said: "After three months, you will definitely lose. The current Xiaoyaozi's cultivation realm is progressing rapidly, and Taoism is even more skilled, and you are old and frail, after all, you are in your twilight years, and you are powerless. As for a year later, I can only send you a few words."

"Please teach me your son!"

Chisongzi opened the mouth and said, bowed and saluted, with an extremely devout attitude.

"Character determines destiny, so be yourself!"

Mo Yi waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's time for me to leave."

Mo Yi was also speechless about Chisongzi.

This person was not killed by Xiaoyaozi, nor died of old age, but because of his own small stomach and anger.

Chisongzi has always regarded himself as the head of the Taoist Tianzong, a peerless genius. He has defeated Xiaoyaozi twice in a row, and has been in charge of Xueji Sword for ten years!

But his anger is too high, once he loses, he can't bear it, he is unhappy, and he will die of anger in less than a year...

Who is to blame?

With such a character, he is destined to not be a big deal.

How many people in this world have never been defeated?

Even an existence like Bei Mingzi can't guarantee it.

And Chisongzi failed once, he was embarrassed and angry, and he died in depression, which is really speechless.

If everyone was like this, Xiaoyaozi, the head of Renzong, had lost ten years in a row, wouldn't he have died a long time ago?

So Mo Yi can only tell him that character determines fate!

Hearing that Mo Yi was about to leave, Bei Mingzi was overjoyed, but Xiaomeng was full of displeasure: "Brother Moyi, will you still come to see Xiaomeng?"

"Hmph! It's best not to, Taoist Tianzong does not welcome you!"

Bei Mingzi snorted coldly, his hostility was quite strong, and without him, Mo Yi had ruined him, and he had to rob his beloved disciple Xiaomeng. He naturally guarded him like a wolf.

More importantly, fifteen years ago, Mo Yi had just arrived in the world of Qin Shi, and his cultivation was only born at the first level, and Bei Mingzi didn't even notice it.

But fifteen years later, Bei Mingzi couldn't see through Mo Yi's cultivation, and he felt a lot of pressure.

If it is shot, he is not sure!

When Xiao Meng heard the words, her face became even more unhappy, but she was helpless: "What should I do, Master Bei Mingzi, I don't really want you to come. But Xiao Meng..."

Mo Yi touched Xiaomeng's hair, the eight-year-old girl is so cute:

"It's alright, I will come to see you in the future. As for your master... His realm is not enough, and he won't notice even if I come!"

Bei Mingzi heard the words, his face was bitter, and his heart was even more depressed, but he was speechless.

Mo Yi was telling the truth, Bei Mingzi really didn't notice when Mo Yi came.