Just broke up with the empress, stepped on the ant to upgrade

Wang Yao: "???"

Wang Yao was also confused and pointed at herself uncertainly: "Me?"

No, she is just a handyman disciple. Is there anything wrong?

"That's right, it's you. If Mr. Su says you can do it, you can do it."

Before Su Mo could finish speaking, Bai Shuang, the inner disciple at the side, took the lead and said,

The other inner disciples flashed a hint of shock,

OK?

A handyman disciple going to fight against the top leader of the outer sect? Is Senior Brother Bai Shuang crazy too?

Su Mo also glanced at Bai Shuang with a strange look.

How come this guy has hundreds of millions of followers?

But then he shook his head and put these mindless emotions behind him.

He turned to look at Wang Yao and asked:

"Let me ask you, when you have nothing to do, do you also practice swordsmanship?"

"This... doesn't count as sword practice, just... swing it casually..."

Wang Yao was a little embarrassed by the question, her face was slightly red, but she finally stammered.

"How long have you been practicing?"

Su Mo asked with a calm expression, without any emotional changes.

"Well... I have been practicing swordsmanship for ten years, and I have been chopping down trees for ten years."

Wang Yao whispered.

"good."

Su Mo nodded, knowing it in his heart.

It was quite different from what he had originally expected.

He had long observed that Wang Yao had taken beauty-preserving elixirs, and her skin was as delicate as snow.

There is only one hand, but it is full of calluses.

The calluses are distributed in an unusual location, completely different from the calluses left during ordinary farming. They are traces left by years of practicing swordsmanship.

Moreover, as Wang Yao walked, she had already condensed her sword intention into her body, and her body was straight and straight, like a sharp sword.

Invisibly, she already had the rudiment of sword intent, but she didn't notice it herself.

Wang Yao's spiritual root is special and is a seed that is naturally suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

As long as Su Mo pushes Wang Yao's potential out a little bit, Wang Yao will transform from a novice with no martial arts foundation to a master of swordsmanship.

But with these, it was almost impossible to defeat Lin Xiaoxue, who had already mastered the rudimentary form of sword intention.

"You can't defeat her now, but I have a method that can help you defeat her. Do you want to learn it?"

Su Mo asked calmly.

Wang Yao opened and closed her mouth. She didn't know why the young junior brother in front of her said such arrogant words.

However, Su Mo's intangible temperament made her unable to say no and subconsciously wanted to surrender.

More importantly, when Su Mo helped her up, the scene was deeply engraved in her mind. It could be said that it was engraved in her heart.

Moreover, when Su Mo helped her, a warm current surged through her body.

Her past injuries were repaired, so she was able to return to the ninth level of Qi training. Even one step further, promoted to Dzogchen,

The young man in front of me really has some incredible power.

After a while, Wang Yao recovered her thoughts and said softly: "Learn..."

"Okay, you're fine..."

Su Mo stepped forward, stood on tiptoes and whispered to Wang Yao.

The other disciples were very quiet and did not disturb him.

However, Bai Shuang is secretly making some small moves.

While Su Mo was teaching Wang Yao swordsmanship, Bai Shuang had secretly sent a message to another inner disciple:

"Quickly ask Senior Sister Hongyue for instructions. Master Su wants to temporarily arrange for a handyman disciple to compete with Lin Xiaoxue..."

After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy and said again:

"After talking to Senior Sister Hongyue, remember to send a message to the outer disciple Lin Xiaoxue. She will take the initiative to admit defeat in the competition later. If you don't know what's going on... hmph, his good-for-nothing brother, the handyman disciple, doesn't have to think about promotion. It’s the outer door…”

The inner disciple was immediately shocked. He looked at Su Mo first and then at Wang Yao. He hesitated for a moment, then remembered Su Mo's identity and nodded fiercely.

He made an OK gesture and left immediately.

Bai Shuang breathed a long sigh of relief and secretly praised his wit.

He pays more attention to this game than Wang Yao.

No matter what, Wang Yao cannot lose.

After all, this is the person Mr. Su personally named and favored.

If Wang Yao loses, wouldn't it be a loss of Mr. Su's face?

Where should Mr. Su, the handsome second-generation immortal face, go? Isn’t this a slap in the face?

Therefore, Lin Xiaoxue had to lose, and she had to lose beautifully without any flaws.

If Wang Yao can really defeat Lin Xiaoxue, Bai Shuang will not believe it.

After all, a handyman disciple can beat the number one in the outer sect. Isn’t this ridiculous?

"Wait, remember to bring her the Qingxuan Sword and these middle-grade spiritual stones. She has always wanted this Qingxuan Sword. She applied to the sect several times, but was not approved. Little did she know that this Qingxuan Sword , has already been included in my pocket.”

"You should be polite first and then use force. Offer benefits and then give warnings. I don't believe she can refuse."

Bai Shuang stopped the inner disciple again, then threw a storage bag to him and gave instructions.

Seeing that the inner disciple was still standing there, Bai Shuang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Why are you still standing? Why don't you go quickly?"

"Oh...Senior Brother...is there anything else?"

The inner disciple asked uncertainly, fearing that he would stop running before he was halfway through.

"Go quickly!"

Bai Shuang waved his hand.

"Now...it should be foolproof..."

Seeing the disciple leaving, Bai Shuang couldn't help but touched his chin and thought.

Although his talent is not the best among all the inner disciples, he rose from humble beginnings. He knows the twists and turns of this.

And how to please those big shots.

Sometimes, a word from a big shot is more useful than a hundred years of hard work.

One word can decide your life or death, and can make you glorious and successful.

Bai Shuang took out a book with "36 Strategies of the Son's Art of War" written on it. He read it carefully and thought of his past when he was selling fish in the mortal world.

Now, he has already grown from a first-level fisherman to a cultivator.

No one can predict the things in the world, and the power of time can't help but make people sigh.