Fix your sister's fairy

"This is ......" Mo Yi's eyes widened unconsciously, his eyes were fixed on the words on the sword book, but his attention was not on it.

In a place that others couldn't see, a golden little man appeared in Mo Yi's mind, and the little man held a long golden sword in his hand and kept waving it, and his moves were one by one!

Suddenly, Mo Yi moved his gaze away from staring at the sword spectrum, and the golden villain in his mind also froze in his posture as if the clockwork had been exhausted, and remained motionless in place

That's what it meant. Mo Yi finally understood why Venerable Qingxuan repeatedly instructed him to use mana to attach to his eyes, this Nima is not at all the same level as direct viewing with the naked eye......!

Mo Yi adjusted his mood and continued to look at the handwriting on the sword book, 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, splitting his straight arm from top to bottom to the front of his body, and his arm is in a straight line with the sword, the same height as his shoulder, and his strength reaches the blade of the sword. The sword is slashed forward in a vertical circle along the right or left side of the body.

"Chop. Mo also found the name of the move that corresponded to the little golden man in the sword book.

Just do it, and you need to practice a weapon that you need to use. Looking around, Mo Yi's gaze quickly locked on the emerald green bamboos, which were perfect as substitutes for swords.

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

Strengthened by the elixir, Mo Yi can now open the monument with only one hand, let alone a slender bamboo, it is not too light to break it......

"Huh, ......?" Mo Yi grabbed a green bamboo about four fingers wide with both hands and broke it vigorously, but there was no movement!

"So resilient?" Mo Yi gritted his teeth, he still didn't believe that he was really powerless, and he couldn't even break with bamboo.

"Give it to me...... Break off!" Mo Yi grabbed Cuizhu with both hands and pressed it to the ground, trying to break Cuizhu directly. But the toughness of the green bamboo is much beyond Mo Yi's belief, a bamboo that was originally straight towards the sky was broken and bent down to the ground!

Mo Yi was tired and panting, he sat on the bamboo, forcing the bamboo to be pressed to the ground, and he also picked up a sharp stone with a big head from the side and continued to smash the bamboo, each time with all his strength, until there was a "snap", the stone was completely smashed, and the bamboo as the victim was undamaged, and 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, 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 upright, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Mo Yi, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the bamboo in front of him a little dumbfounded, he had been busy for so long and hadn't broken the defense? What kind of bamboo is this, is it unique to the world of cultivating immortals? 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 sucking stone or something was destroyed by himself, could it be that he couldn't handle this ordinary bamboo in front of him?

"Since you refuse to be my sword, I have no choice but to practice with you. Mo Yi puffed out his cheeks and threatened Cuizhu more nervously, then got up, patted his pants and clothes full of dirt, and turned around and walked towards the bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house opened silently, and Mo Yi probed his brain into the room, the aura in the bamboo house was still surging, and Mo Luoxue's cultivation was not over yet.

Mo Yi cautiously touched Mo Luoxue's bed, and after making sure that Mo Luoxue was now concentrating on cultivation and had no time to care about his body, Mo Yi lightly reached out and pulled out the long sword behind Mo Luoxue's back.

"Wow-" There was a soft groan from the long sword unsheathed, and Mo Yi glanced at Mo Luoxue in front of him vigilantly, lest this girl suddenly open her eyes and cut herself.

Fortunately, Mo Luoxue was very attentive in her cultivation and did not notice Mo Yi's sneaky behavior in the slightest.

Mo Yi took the long sword and thanked Mo Luoxue, who was cultivating cross-legged on the bed, and then cautiously exited the bamboo house.

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

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Luoxue didn't know what Mo Yi was doing, so she simply didn't care about it and started cultivating again.

Outside the bamboo house, open space.

Mo Yi stood in front of Cuizhu with a bright long sword in his hand, and snorted with his nostrils, "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi!

Having said that, Mo Yi didn't immediately cut it out of order, but took out the basic swordsmanship in his arms and looked at it.

As soon as his eyes came into contact with 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 understand the power and essence of this sword.

"Hold the sword up, split the straight arm from top to bottom to the front of the body, the arm and the sword form a straight line, the same height as the shoulder, and the strength reaches the blade ......" Mo Yi held the sword in his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, and looked at the cuizhu in front of him with a very serious face.

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

"Chop!" Thinking that it had been brewing enough, Mo Yi imitated the golden villain in his mind and slashed at Cuizhu with a sword, and at the same time, he shouted out the name of the move in his mouth.

"Qiang—"

Regardless of the posture of this blow, the strength is enough anyway, Mo Yihu's mouth was numb, and the long sword almost came out of his hand, but on the other hand, there was only a shallow white mark on the green bamboo in front of him?

Mo Yi shook his numb right hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, he reached out and touched the shallow pitiful white marks on the green bamboo, if this was a game, there should be a red dazzling [-1] floating on the top of this bamboo's head.

"Oh, I don't believe I can't help you. Mo Yi took a step back and held the sword book in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand was ready to come again.

The wind blew again, and the whole bamboo forest sounded with a pleasant rustling sound, as if mocking Mo Yi for his futile efforts.

"Sketch poop!