Even though he has no cultivation talent, for spells and the like, Dahu also knows the mystery and strangeness among some monks, and even knows that spells are also divided into difficulty.

This "Heaven Slashing Decision" is an extremely difficult technique to cultivate!

For Mo Yiming, Lei Xiao and the others, they naturally didn't know the difficulty of this spell, but when they saw the big tiger who had always been grinning like this at this moment, they couldn't help but be interested in this spell.

Seeing that only the big tiger had such an exclamation look, Wuheng looked a little disappointed, but he opened this quaint book and made a look like a teacher.

"Cutting the sky, the wind technique, its speed requirements are extremely high, control the wind, fuse and cultivate, turn gas into a sword, turn gas into a knife, Li can penetrate the peak, and be strong to cut the sky!"

Wu Heng thought of this, put away this spell, looked at Mo Yiming and the others, and continued to explain: "This "Heaven Cutting Technique" is divided into nine layers, and the difficulty is extremely high. The first layer is almost harmless, and if you cultivate to the third level or more, the power should not be underestimated, but many people stop at the second level, so most monks will not choose to practice this technique...... They don't waste too much time on this technique. So far, as far as I know, among the disciples in the four peaks, only Wu Zhongqiang of the North Peak has cultivated this technique to the fifth level of Heaven Slashing......"

"Since it's so hard to learn, what else do you use it for us?" Drunk Meiyan pouted and said.

"You guys are learning from my Mount Tai Suppression, what are you doing with this. I'm here for Xiao Mingming. Wu Heng said, walked in front of Mo Yiming with a smile, handed the ancient book to Mo Yiming and continued: "I saw that your speed seems to be much faster than that of ordinary people who gather qi ninefold, and you should have some understanding of wind power. Are you interested in this popular technique? ”

Mo Yiming nodded and said, "A little interested." ”

Wu Heng pouted and said: "In a few days, it will be a sect competition, and I think this technique will be helpful to you, since you are just a little interested, then I will go back." ”

Wuheng said go, got up and was about to leave.

"Master Wuheng, don't be angry, I have a strong interest!" Mo Yiming smiled.

"That's pretty much it." After Wuheng finished speaking, he threw the spell in his hand to Mo Yiming.

Feeling that the sect competition was coming, it seemed that Lei Xiao, Xie Wuchang and others had an inexplicable pressure.

"Alright, alright, Master Wuheng, it's been a long time since I've been drunk with you."

At this moment, Erhu wanted to relieve everyone's pressure on the upcoming sect competition, and said.

"Yes, don't think about those competitions first, since we are destined to be together, eat first and drink first and get drunk first! I'll talk about the rest of the things when we come. The Three Tigers pandered.

Everyone smiled and nodded, and walked out of the room together.

It wasn't until late at night, when everyone was drunk, that the back mountain became quiet.

When Mo Yiming woke up, it was noon the next day. He rubbed his temples, a little dazed, and he couldn't remember who had carried him to bed yesterday. There was a hey sound outside, and when I went out, I saw that Lei Xiao, Zhang Xiaopang and others had already begun to practice their spells.

Wuheng has never been so serious, when he taught Lei Xiao, Zhang Xiaopang and others to practice, he was very much like a teacher.

After washing up, Mo Yiming drank a few bowls of tonic soup prepared for him by the Five Tigers, then found an empty meadow, smelled the fragrance of the grass, and sat down under the breeze, and opened the book "Cutting the Sky".

Gradually, Mo Yiming slowly closed his eyes.

"This is the first weight of the sky, the power of the wind. The wind is there and there is none, and there is no ......"

In his heart, Mo Yiming silently recited the mantra on this technique, and his body gradually levitated, trying to feel the speed of this popularity.

At the same time, in the entire West Peak, the person named Mo Yi has been rumored.

Especially in the Heavenly Altar Sect, the soul Xuanji sat on the jade chair, looking a little haggard, as if he had not slept all night, at a certain moment, his hand grasped the armrest of the seat, and after suddenly making a 'creaking' sound, the armrest turned into powder.

"Hmph... He Nanmingcheng is really too deceitful. In front of so many disciples, he was so shameless. ”

Soul Mystery's face was full of anger and helplessness.

Jian Antian walked in slowly, as if he heard the voice of the soul mystery, and when he was close, he clasped his fists and bowed: "Master, don't be angry, if anyone in the West Peak dares to publicize this matter, I will kill whoever comes!" ”

Soul Xuanji looked at Jian Antian, sighed lightly, and said, "That's it, don't think about it yet...... It is said that Tianya Xuan Liu Zhongling's cultivation has touched the realm of transformation, and I know that you have always had a love for her, but I hope that when you fight with her, you will not show mercy to your subordinates. ”

"Disciples have their own measure."

At the same time, Liu Zhongling in the purple bamboo forest was playing the xylophone on the bamboo platform in front of his knees with his fingers, but his thoughts were on another person.

"Is it him?"

With a bang, one of Liu Zhongling's strings broke, and his fingers were flicked through the skin, oozing blood.

She gently put her finger into her mouth, blood stained her lips a little, and when her willow eyebrows furrowed, she looked a little delicate at the moment.

"The sect competition is about to start, and I'm still distracted......"

laughed at himself in his heart, Liu Zhongling held his mind, and gradually let himself become a calm and distracting state, even if a string was broken, the repertoire played made people's hearts feel quiet and peaceful.

In the cultivation open space of the second south gate, Xiao Kehan's face looked much whiter than before, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel extremely crazy every time they looked at it.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, the ground was carved with strange flower patterns, he sat in the middle, next to him was a jade-like blue sword, emitting a little light, at a certain moment, he held the blue on the ground tightly, and immediately the blue made a buzzing sound, and the blue sword contained the power of his cultivation, and there was a blue light.

"Since I can't get you, then I'll destroy you."

Groaning, Xiao Kehan's smile looked even more chilling, but in his mind, Liu Zhongling's figure appeared.

At the same time, Mo Yiming's body was already suspended in the air, and even under this suspension, the wind around him was whistling, and his body gradually rotated.

"Although I am faster than others, I did not really use the power of the wind, but in a kind of helplessness, I burst out my potential. Or maybe I could have resisted the wind, but I couldn't interpret it. ”

Mo Yiming let the wind whistling in his ears, his body rotated with gusts of wind speed, he never opened his eyes in meditation, trying to ponder the meaning of the words, to see if he could understand it in a short time.

At this turn, it was late at night, and this night, he was not practicing magic alone, even the lazy Zhang Xiaopang was constantly waving his palms.

Until dawn was approaching, Zhang Xiaopang was so tired that he couldn't stand it, fell to the ground and fell asleep suddenly, and fell asleep.

When the next morning came, Zui Meiyan couldn't hold on and fell asleep the second. At this moment, the five tigers had already gotten up and started a busy day, but before they were busy, they would cast caring and worried eyes at Mo Yiming.

At noon, Zhang Xiaopang didn't know what he was muttering, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. Drunken Meiyan also slept very soundly in the shape of a large character. Xie Wuchang sat on the ground with a slump in his buttocks, his body was sore, sleepiness hit, and the third fell asleep.

As for Lei Xiao, he is still practicing the Mount Tai Suppression. His strength was gradually increasing, and his spirit seemed to be very vigorous, which was nothing to him. After all, when I was in the mine, it was more than ten times more bitter than this!

Or maybe he took the best Qi Condensing Pill that Mo Yiming gave him yesterday.

The sun was gradually setting, and the fragrance came from the back mountain, Zhang Xiaopang sneezed, woke up from his sleep, and went straight to the kitchen. Then, Zui Meiyan couldn't stop the fragrance, and she also woke up from her sleep.

As for Xie Wuchang, maybe he was really too tired to be attracted by this fragrance.

It wasn't until not far from him that there was a muffled sound of 'bang' and 'bang' that he woke up from his sleep and looked at the place where the sound came from.

After looking at it at this moment, he saw the robe fluttering on Lei Xiao's body, and felt a strong cultivation force, emitting from the inside out, and in his eyes, a fierce light oozed, and in this sound echoed, his body turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the sky!

Immediately, there was a thud and fell back to the ground, making the ground, at this moment, tremble suddenly!

"This ...... It's time for the sevenfold gathering of qi? Xie Wuchang said incredulously. There was an inexplicable jealousy in his heart, but it also made him clearly feel the difference between a person with mediocre talents and a cultivation genius!

Lei Xiao walked over with satisfaction, patted Xie Wuchang in surprise with a smile, and said, "The Taishan Suppression Technique, coupled with the assistance of the Qi Condensing Pill, is much stronger in absorbing the power of heaven and earth aura. Boy, if you want to hunt him down, catch up with me! Ha ha. ”

Lei Xiao said, looked at Mo Yiming, who was still spinning in the air, and walked to the kitchen without slowness in laughter.

At this moment, it was nightfall, and the fragrant meal had been served on the table.

At this moment, Mo Yiming's closed eyes suddenly opened, a light oozed from it, his hands suddenly spread out, and his body turned into a rainbow and rushed straight into the sky, its speed was much faster than before.

"The power of the wind is the first, so it is...... The wind is dispensable! When the wind speed comes, I fly by the wind, and when the wind is not there, I cultivate to the wind! Sometimes, I cultivate to fly with the wind! I'm satisfied with this speed! ”

In the midst of the deep groaning, Mo Yiming's expression showed a satisfied expression, after falling from the sky, he stepped into front of the dining table in a few steps, and after drinking the tonic soup in a few sips, he didn't wait for the five tigers to stop him, and stepped out of the door to start his second study of "Cutting the Heavens".

"This second weight, with the power of the wind."

Mo Yiming silently recited the second heart method mantra on the technique, not sitting cross-legged as before, but standing in the float, as if stepping on auspicious clouds under his feet, and raised his body to a high altitude. His hair was fluttering in the wind, and his robe was whirring, as if he could be carried away by the strong wind at any time.

This station is three days later, in the middle of the night on the third day, Mo Yiming's closed eyes suddenly opened, his palms wriggled in the air like a snake, feeling the wind in the air, and at a certain moment, he suddenly waved his palm.

Whew.

From the palm of his hand, a strong wind suddenly howled. When this wind whistled, it contained the power of his cultivation, making it much stronger, and even a hundred meters away, there was a bang, and in this explosion, you could see a power of cultivation exploding and turning into white light.

Mo Yiming opened the "Heaven Cutting Formula" again and silently recited the above mental formula.

"This third level is said to be extremely difficult to cultivate... Turning wind into shape? ”

In the midst of the deep groaning, Mo Yiming also felt that this third level was a little strange, and even the mental method was difficult to read, but relying on the understanding of the words, he still started to practice.

Another three days passed for this practice. When the third day came, Mo Yiming frowned slightly, but there was still no progress.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the ancient bell of the West Peak rang, echoing throughout the West Peak, causing all the monks of the West Peak to rush towards the Trial Courtyard in unison.

The sect competition has begun......