"Uh...... This senior is slow, and the younger has something to say. ”

Mo Yuchen saw that the man in the painting finally stopped, and immediately said out loud.

When the man in the painting heard the sound, his expression froze, and he looked at Mo Yuchen suspiciously, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"The seniors, yes, the juniors now have a teacher. ”

"I can't accept the love of my predecessors, and I hope you can forgive your sins. ”

The young man hugged his fists and said apologetically.

Originally, there was such a powerful master, and no one would object to it.

But for Mo Yuchen, he already has a mysterious master and a purple sword master, and he can't worship others as teachers anymore.

"It doesn't matter, cultivation has always been something that can only be pursued by individuals. ”

"Even if you worship a god as a master, you are just your guide. ”

"The old man has already told you that I am used to idle clouds and wild cranes, and I don't care about these false courtesies. ”

"For you, the old man just loves talents, it doesn't matter if you call me master or not, understand?"

The man in the painting looks elegant, but when he opens his mouth, he gives people an extremely domineering feeling, which is impossible to refuse.

"Uh...... The younger generation understands ......"

Hearing this, Mo Yuchen nodded awkwardly.

I thought to myself, sure enough, the master's state of mind is not something that a small martial artist like him can understand.

However, the words of the man in the painting have already reached this point, and if Mo Yuchen refuses again, it will become too hypocritical.

"Well, it's good to understand!" The man in the painting nodded and said, "You got the old man's blood sword today, and your cultivation has reached the current level." ”

"Then today, the old man is passing you a few sword tricks, and you continue to cultivate. ”

"If one day, you can go outside the territory with your own strength, and the old man will give you another big gift. ”

The man in the painting said, pointing at the center of the young man's eyebrows.

Like Bo Yangshu, Mo Yuchen's body shook and he felt a series of images rush into his mind.

The huge amount of information, like a rolling flood, was surging in Mo Yuchen's mind.

At this moment, his brain was suddenly like a dry sponge, absorbing this information with all its might.

"Silent Sword Technique!"

Mo Yuchen's heart moved, and he read it out leisurely.

The sword technique passed to him by the man in the painting, although it is not an immortal sword technique, this sword technique is the most suitable set of sword techniques for sword cultivation.

Mo Yuchen had just roughly comprehended the images of that series of martial arts, and he found that this sword technique was the only choice to comprehend the general trend of heaven and earth and enhance sword intent.

Sure enough, having a powerful sword cultivator as a guide is different.

Some time ago, all kinds of peerless knowledge on Mo Yuchen's body have been improved, but this sword intent has not been improved for a long time.

This is simply a great shame for him as a sword cultivator.

"This sword technique was created by the old man himself, and it is most suitable for your current sword intent cultivation realm. ”

"Work hard, the Heavenly Spirit Continent is just a dive for you, whether you rise to the sky and become a real dragon can only depend on yourself. ”

The voice of the man in the painting is heard.

As soon as the words fell, his figure gradually emitted a dazzling brilliance, like starlight, and began to slowly dissolve from the bottom to the top.

"Senior!" Seeing this, Mo Yuchen couldn't help but exclaim, he found that there was a trace of reluctance in his heart.

"Boy, work hard to cultivate, in the future, when you go outside the territory, you can use the blood sword in your hand to come to the Hidden Sword Villa to find the old man!"

The figure in the painting begins to gradually decrease, and when it reaches the back, it can be said that it is almost inaudible.

And the brilliance on the scroll gradually converged at this time, becoming an ordinary portrait, hanging alone on the wall.

"Seniors, rest assured, although juniors can't worship you as a teacher, I will still treat you as my elders. ”

Mo Yuchen stared at the scroll and said secretly in his heart.

Then, he solemnly took off the scroll on the wall, carefully put it away, and put it in his Qiankun ring.

"Brother Mo, are you still inside?"

"Come out of here, it's going to collapse!"

At this moment, Bo Yangshu's anxious voice came from outside the secret room.

When Mo Yuchen heard this, he immediately cleaned up his mood, got up and rushed towards the secret room.

However, when he stepped out of the secret room, he realized that he didn't know when, the entire Golden Palace had begun to crack, and there were cracks like spider webs everywhere.

"Uncle, let's go!"

Mo Yuchen said with a calm face.

At this time, the golden light curtain that enveloped the entire Golden Palace still existed.

Seeing this, Boyang Shu not only asked suspiciously: "What's the matter, this golden palace is about to collapse, why can't we go out?"

"Don't worry, if you follow me, you can definitely go out. Hearing this, Mo Yuchen said with a slight smile.

Then, he took out the bloody sword and slashed towards the golden curtain of light.

Tear and pull!

A blood-colored sword slashed fiercely at the surface of the golden light curtain, tearing the light curtain open a crack the size of a person with the momentum of destroying the ancient era.

"Uncle, let's go!"

Mo Yuchen let out a loud shout and rushed out first, and then his Netherworld Nine Flashes also spread out with him, rushing directly towards the outside of the original basin.

"Brother Mo, wait for me!"

In the rear, Boyang Shu roared, and hurriedly showed his body technique and followed.

After the two of them left the place, the crack in the light curtain slowly closed.

And the Golden Palace in the light curtain has begun to collapse at this time......

Mo Yuchen and Bo Yangshu felt the faintly uncontrollable repulsion behind them, and they rushed out and swept towards the top of the Sea of Death.

Soon, under the extreme sprint of the two of them, it didn't take long for them to appear in the sky above the Sea of Death.

"I didn't expect that the power of the blood sword turned out to be the key to leaving that golden palace. ”

"However, without the suppression of the Blood Sword, I am afraid that the Golden Palace will no longer exist in the future. ”

Boyang Shu said with a smile.

After speaking, Boyang Shu looked up at the sun in the sky, sighed softly, and said with some trepidation:

"This time it's really thanks to Brother Mo, otherwise I would never have had the chance to see this sun again in my life. ”

When he said these words, he was not modest, nor was he flattering Mo Yuchen.

Because he himself knew that even if he opened the palace gate, he would eventually be killed by the sword-horned Sky Swallowing Crocodile.

However, due to Mo Yuchen's appearance, he not only entered the interior of the Golden Palace.

He also met the original owner of the ancient tomb, and also got an immortal sword duel, which was beyond his imagination.

In this regard, Boyang Shu is already very satisfied.

"Uncle, let's go, don't make Miss Lan wait for a long time, hahaha!"

When Mo Yuchen heard this, he said with a smile.

Bo Yangshu was laughed at by him like this, and his old face turned red in an instant.

(End of chapter)