The cold light flickered, and a silver sword fell on Mo Qiuhuai's right hand.

Pity...... It's a broken sword.

"Hahahaha, what kind of spirit is that...... It's a cripple!"

There was another burst of laughter from the crowd.

Several older brothers had sleek faces and did not participate in this laughing farce. Four months ago, Mo Qiuhuai had only awakened his soul to the third order, and in just a few months, he had already stepped into the Yanling Realm, and he was tired.

Duan Helou, who was holding the same doubts, no longer showed a contemptuous expression, and in his heart he already regarded Mo Qiuhuai as an opponent of equal strength, it seemed that Uncle Qiaosheng, who presided over the soul awakening ceremony, still engaged in oolong after all, otherwise he would not be able to explain the scene in front of him at all.

Mo Yun stared at the broken sword in Mo Qiuhuai's hand, thinking for a long time. This sword is cold and cold, it is by no means simple, and according to common sense, the first condensation of the spirit should not have such a sharp edge.

"The day the broken sword is reforged, when the knight returns. Although I have a broken sword in my hand today, Lancer, you are still no match for me Saber after all!"

At this time, Mo Qiu's second illness broke out in his arms, obviously it was a broken sword, but he imagined that what he was holding in his hand was a long sword, and after speaking, he clenched the short and powerful sword in his hand with both hands, which was very funny.

"Boy, if you say these inexplicable words again, don't blame the old man for no longer being affectionate and cutting off your cultivation!" Mo Qiuhuai's voice of dissatisfaction came from Mo Qiuhuai's mind.

Forget it, let's listen to the teachings of the golden finger obediently, don't let down the sincerity of the old man.

Mo Qiuhuai turned to holding the sword with one hand, domineering and leaking.

"Mo Qiuhuai, a mid-level Yanshi of the Yanling Realm, a Soldier Yanling Soul Breaking Sword! Oh no, it's the Heavenly Remnant Sword!"

Mo Qiuhuai originally wanted to give his Yan Ling a domineering name, but forget it, it was better to honestly adopt the name of the ink master, so as not to make another noise from the old man.

The bustling crowd in the dining hall was uniformly heard.

Mo Qiuhuai was very satisfied with everyone's expressions.

"Yan Spirit Realm Intermediate Level, no wonder ......" Mo Yun touched his lower lip with his index finger and muttered.

Those who have a solid foundation in the Awakening Soul Realm and the Great Perfection can condense nine stars to condense the Yan Spirit, and the initial state of the Yan Spirit is the lower level, although it has an appearance, it has no spiritual light. Mo Qiuhuai's soldier spirit already has a cold light, presumably it has reached the middle level, this talent is ...... Could it be that Uncle Qiaosheng really looked away?

"How can it be ......" Duan Helou's mouth trembled, and said, "I don't believe it, look at the gun!"

The gun is like a dragon, as fast as a tiger, and the momentum is long and rainbow, as decisive and fierce as a cheetah.

However...... Hairy?

Mo Qiuhuai leaned sideways slightly, waving his fingers lightly, like a dragonfly dotting water, casually flicking the tip of the attacking spear. The body of the gun lost its balance, and it fell downward under the force of the two fingers, and sparks were rubbed against the bluestone floor.

Duan Helou's heart froze, and he couldn't believe that his killing move could be resolved so easily.

The head of the gun was raised, sweeping across the half moon, Mo Qiuhuai tapped his toes lightly and took two steps back. The gun was very domineering, and where it swept, tables and chairs flew sideways, and bowls and basins shattered.

"Wait!" Mo Qiuhuai yelled, "Can you stop fighting here?" I can't afford to lose ......."

Looking at Mo Qiuhuai's distressed and sour appearance, Duan Helou's disdain suddenly rose, and he said angrily: "Lao Tzu is rich!

"It's great to be rich!

"I'm sorry, it's amazing to be rich!"

Mo Qiuhuai was speechless, this statement was reasonable after all, and he didn't know how to refute it.

The disciples who watched the excitement began to look nervous, this is to do something. The battle, which was thought to end soon, actually lasted two moves. It's better to stay away so as not to become a pond fish.

Mo Yun sighed helplessly, as the daughter of the head of the family, she should have come forward to end this farce, but why was she looking forward to this canteen battle in her heart? Well, anyway, someone compensates for the loss, and it is also a good choice to watch the excitement occasionally, after all, the cultivation on weekdays is really boring.

Mo Qiuhuai shook the broken sword in his hand, as if provocative.

Duan Helou was furious, picked up the "Qinglan Summoning Dragon Spear" and pressed forward step by step. Mo Qiuhuai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he retreated with broken steps, and happened to find a flaw when he couldn't avoid it. As soon as the broken sword came out, it rubbed against the body of the spear and made a faint spark visible to the naked eye. The broken sword seemed to be adsorbed on the body of the gun, from the head of the gun to the tail of the gun, its speed was as fast as an electric snake, Duan Helou decisively let go of his hands, his right hand patted the tail of the gun, and the "Qinglan Calling Dragon Spear" turned in a circle and broke free from the broken sword.

"Well, this kid has some ability! I thought you'd lose face with one hit. Mo Qiuhuai heard a few words of praise from the ink master for Duan Helou in his heart.

Mo Qiuhuai was speechless in his heart, thinking that my dignified actor should be a character who crosses the level and fights monsters, how can he be challenged by others to jump the level?

As soon as the broken sword was retracted, his right hand rushed out like a dragon in the sea, clinging to the body of the spear. Duan Helou felt that his "Qinglan Calling Dragon Spear" was entangled by a strange force, and he couldn't exert his strength. Immediately afterwards, Mo Qiuhuai waved his other arm, his body was short, his steps were approaching, and he turned his palm into a finger, directly hitting an acupuncture point in Duan Helou's abdomen.

Duan Helou seemed to have lost his sense of the star in his body, and the soldier spirit in his hand turned into green smoke and disappeared.

"You are cheating, why do you suddenly take back the Yanling, isn't it your weapon? You slut!"

Duan Helou knew that he had been defeated, so he had no choice but to scold and soothe the resentment in his heart.

Mo Qiu Huaili patted his hands, nodded and said, "Well, that's right, I'm a slut, isn't it reasonable for 'sluts' not to use swords?"

People are invincible, and in the face of an opponent like Mo Qiuhuai, Duan Helou has the heart to vomit blood. Anyone! Anyone can do it, hurry up and take this demon.

"Stop!" came a violent air from outside the door.

Everyone suddenly looked back, only to see the law enforcement elder standing solemnly in the sunlight outside the door.

Live your sister, when I fought with Duan Helou just now, I saw your old man standing outside the door, and after the fight, you yelled "stop".

Mo Qiuhuai was indignant in his heart.

The disciples scattered and fled.

"Mo Qiuhuai, you are so bold, in broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, you actually ...... in front of so many teachers and students"

At this time, Duan Tianya's face was embarrassed, and his fingers were empty.

These bastards are getting more and more unruly, and when they see me, it's like seeing a ghost, and they're running quite sloppy.

Duan Tianya quickly turned his fingers into fists, put them under his lips, coughed twice, and continued: "In front of so many teachers and students, what crime should I be guilty of breaking the teacher's table and chairs?"

Mo Qiuhuai's eyes widened, in broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, who did you learn from this old man's ability to open his eyes and talk nonsense, he was better than Qinglan.

"Grandpa, it's actually my ......"

"Shut up, it's not your turn to speak. ”

Duan Tianya didn't reply, and directly stopped Duan Helou.

Bang bang bang.

Three applause, crisp into the ears.

The three of them looked up, and on the wooden beam of the dome of the dining hall, a person was lying.

The crane has a childish face, dewy eyes, and a messy beard on his face.

This person is the third elder Hua Nanpi who is in charge of the canteen. He is a good drinker on weekdays, uninhibited, and his heart is like a naughty child. He doesn't like juniors to call him "elder" or "grandfather", he thinks it's too serious and old. So, he had a nickname, "Uncle Nanpi".