Douluo: Junior sister of Jianzong is a saint in Wuhun Hall

That passage came to mind in her ears. There were ancestors who used wooden swords to forget about the mortal world, cut off the chasm in the sky with one sword, and transformed the immortal world and the mortal world. This was the supreme forgetfulness of love.

Ling An, your way has not yet been found, and my way is not pure enough...

Ye Ling'an's hands clenched into fists. What exactly does it mean to be too supreme and forgetful? Is it because the sword she cultivated is not ruthless?

Ye Ling'an was confused by this, took a deep breath, raised his head and looked towards Xie Yue and No. 1 Yayun.

Those blue eyes were full of annoyance.

Hu Liena, Yan, and Wang Li were all focused on watching the duel, so they didn't notice anything unusual on her side. Instead, Mo Ying felt it.

Mo Ying walked towards her and said in a low voice: "What's wrong? Are you still worrying about the previous battle? Don't pay too much attention to it, this is a test, just stop at the click and show your strength."

After all, Mo Ying is a person who has lived there, and her life experience is there.

"Teacher Mo, what kind of person do you think I am? There is no problem with my talent, but my ability..." Ye Ling'an said a little unconfidently.

She was very upset about that incident.

She vowed to become a swordsman praised by everyone and have her own way of swordsmanship. In her previous life, she spent her whole life searching for her own way.

"Your ability? You performed very well. You are very good." Mo Ying looked at her with some surprise, "Just correct the previous points. We must pay attention to our shortcomings and then correct them.

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"You are very good at having such a talent. Others will not envy you." Mo Ying's tone softened a lot, "Ling An, I will watch you carefully."

"I will point out all your shortcomings one by one and let you correct them. It doesn't matter if you don't know much about martial arts knowledge. I will teach you anyway."

Taking her emotions into consideration, Mo Ying changed her tone.

The teachers in that junior soul master college were limited and could not teach her much. Mo Ying knew this very well.

"Yes." Ye Ling'an lowered his head and responded, with a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

Compared with her previous masters, Instructor Mo Ying and Instructor No. 1 Yayun were really gentle, which made her feel sincerely comfortable.

Of course, this does not mean that Master’s teachings are not good, but that their education methods are different.

No matter what kind of education method it is, Ye Ling'an likes it. This is the teachers' dedication to their students.

After Mo Ying's guidance, Ye Ling'an's mood stabilized. At this time, Xieyue has reached a critical moment.

Holding the moon blade in his hand, he ran forward, his speed increasing to his limit, and the four soul rings shining brilliantly on him.

The fourth soul ring flashed brightly, and he roared angrily. With a flash of cold light, the sharp moon blade followed his thoughts and swung out.

"Very good." First Yayun caught his moon blade with his bare hands, and the red soul power formed a protective shield. "Unfortunately, the strength is still a little short of the mark."

First Yayun's high heels stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound. A red soul power spread.

"The first soul skill, Nether Moon Slash."

First Yayun's figure disappeared from the spot, the sharp wolf claws cut through the space, and the air blade fell in front of Xie Yue.

"The third soul skill, Moon Wheel."

Xie Yue swung the moon blade, changing from one to countless. He picked it up with his right hand and used it to resist the blow of No. 1 Yayun.

Even if First Yayun's soul power is suppressed to the same level as him, Xie Yue does not dare to take it lightly, because he has been at a disadvantage from the beginning to now.

First Yayun kicked forward, and the high-heeled shoes kicked people very painfully. Xie Yue quickly took a few steps back, and at that moment, First Yayun broke through his defense.

The wolf's claws were only three centimeters away from Xie Yue's handsome face.