After Rowan and Mo Yun finished their duel, they chatted in place.

The two talked, and most of the time Mo Yun kept talking about his past in the rivers and lakes.

"You know what? That Reed's Sword Sect, they will load bullets in the sword, and if they are not careful, they will catch the way. ”

"Last time, I almost died under the gun, it's too despicable."

"But you know what?"

"Their head actually doesn't like women, but you don't have to worry about the chrysanthemum, they generally don't enter from the backyard."

"By the way, by the way, are you curious about anything else?"

Rowan on the side: "......???"

I'm not curious about anything else, I just want to know, what the hell you've been through to find out about this.

Strange knowledge increases.

His chattering words and continuous questions reminded Rowan of the ducks in the clubhouse before, and made him feel a little irritated.

But it's really annoying, it's not counting, in this sinister world, Mo Yun can be regarded as the first person he met after becoming an assassin.

His fatal three consecutive questions also made Rowan feel a little relaxed after leaving the battle, chatting with people.

But as the topic of Mo Yun's chat became more and more strange, Luo Wen's face couldn't help but become increasingly difficult to look at.

Although it was not too obvious on his face, Luo Wen's heart was still very resistant to listening to him more.

Fortunately, at this time, a middle-aged man walked out with a sword.

He walked without hurrying or slowing, unabashedly his presence, and the sound of crisp footsteps sounded, making it impossible to ignore his presence at all.

As he gradually approached. A sense of oppression is getting heavier and heavier.

When he was still a few steps away from Rowan, he stopped, holding his sword, and looked at Rowan with a calm face.

There was no joy or sorrow on his face, and it was impossible to deduce his mood from his expression.

From his body, Rowan felt a powerful sword aura that could not be covered.

The sword aura on his body was like a lighthouse in the dim sea, a little green among the thousands of flowers, which made people have to pay attention.

Rowan rubbed his fingers unconsciously so that he would not be so nervous.

The strength of the person in front of him is indeed strong, and the oppressive force given to him from his momentum even exceeds that of Li Lao.

However, Rowan had also adapted to the oppression of momentum in advance, and now in the face of Master Yi, he still didn't show too much of it.

He stood upright, and his head was not lowered, but he looked at him and him.

And Mo Yun next to him was used to this kind of powerful momentum, so he behaved very casually.

Rowan stood under his gaze.

After a while, he finally spoke.

"Rowan, right?"

Rowan nodded and said to him respectfully.

"Yes, is Your Excellency Master Yi?"

He nodded.

"Barely a master."

"Do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"Yes."

"But your swordsmanship is so poor, in my opinion, your sword level is like a newborn baby holding an umbilical cord and throwing it around."

"The power is very powerful, but there are too many restrictions, and the movements are stiff, and you can see at a glance that it is copying others."

He mercilessly pointed out the shortcomings of Luo Wen's swordsmanship, and fiercely satirized Luo Wen's swordsmanship level.

Hearing his ridicule, although Rowan felt a little uncomfortable, he had to admit that he was telling the truth.

Countless shortcomings are the reality he faces.

"If you are complacent in the face of the fact that you won the battle just now, you are too ignorant."

"His swordsmanship is used to kill enemies, and he doesn't need any preparation, as long as he has a sword in his hand, he can kill the enemy with one hit."

Hearing Yi Tian's praise of himself, Mo Yun still touched his nose and smiled.

Rowan felt a little lost in his heart, but his confidence was not hit.

His family knew his own affairs, but he had only been cultivating for a week.

Although he has the blessing of the cultivation card, his own talent must also be questioned by Mu Yong.

Rowan stood still and said to him.

"My swordsmanship level is very poor now, but I will definitely get better and better, and I will definitely improve."

"After all, I've only been cultivating for a week!"

Rowan reported his cultivation time, startling Mo Yun, who was standing next to him.

"A week?"

He said in disbelief.

"You've only been cultivating for a week?"

"Boy, what kind of monster is this."

He couldn't help but be amazed at the strength of Rowan's talent.

Yi Tian heard that Luo Wen had only been cultivating for a week, and he had reached his current level, and the expression on his face still did not change at all.

He shook his head.

"I don't want to hear you say this, I already knew about your talent."

"I'm just trying to make your attitude clear."

"No matter how good the talent is, if there is no indomitable will and hard work, it is just an uncarved piece of jade."

"No matter how beautiful it looks, it's not the jade product I need."

"I just want to know, do you have the determination to learn the sword? What is your original intention? ”

His words, like his sword aura, gave people the feeling of coldness and ruthlessness, but he broke through all disguises, leaving only words that asked people's hearts.

Rowan froze in place for a few seconds, then raised his head firmly.

"Absolutely."

"Of course I have the determination to learn swords, and my original intention is to live!"

Rowan vented his inner emotions loudly.

And just after he said these words, a slight sword aura sneaked back to Mo Yun's body.

Feeling the return of the sword qi in his body, the corners of Mo Yun's mouth unconsciously hooked upward.

My little junior brother has it again.