Soon it will be the birthday of the old patriarch, and the old patriarch of the Mo family takes great care of Zi Ming and Elaine, just like his own grandfather! Zi Ming was once taken in by the Mo family and was given the name "Mo Chen" by him. The old patriarch's family died in a memorabilia, living alone like a wandering ghost, in fact, he doesn't care about the position of the patriarch, too much power but people point and target everywhere, after many years, Ziming, Elaine and the old patriarch are like a family. No, the old patriarch's birthday is approaching! I was counting on buying some things for the old patriarch in the market, but the prices were surprisingly high, and the points in the gold card were almost the same as Xiao Yihua, so now I could only go to the mountains and forests to find them, but I couldn't find anything good.

In the following time, Ziming's life had to enter a frenzied cultivation! If he needed to find a "gift" again, then there would not be enough time to prepare for the upcoming family competition! The old patriarch's birthday was a few days after the family competition, so the matter of "gift" was put aside for the time being. You must know that Mo Zixiao intends to humiliate himself in the family competition! There are many talented people, and the way of cultivation is to sail against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you are not careful, you will be thrown off a few streets. With the efforts of the masters, Azusa has now reached the 5th stage of the Oni Samurai. However, if it is just a simple cultivation, it is far from enough, in addition to learning a certain amount of "ghost art"!

Standing in the middle of the team, Ziming looked up at the huge attic in front of him, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh in amazement.

On the plaque of the huge attic, there are three quite ancient fonts of "Skill Pavilion", the plaque is slightly yellow, and the ravine on the plaque shows the vicissitudes of the years. This pavilion is one of the most important places of the Mo family: the Skill Pavilion! All the "ghost magic exercises" collected by the Mo family over the past few hundred years are stored here, and these exercises are the guarantee of the Mo family's current status. As the most important place in the family, this place is extremely heavily defended, but Ziming seems that this is just a library, and he comes here no less often than eating, and as for others, they come relatively rarely

Squinting slightly, his gaze swept over some dark corners around the attic, and his keen sense let De Ziming know that the actions of all of them here were all in the eyes of the guards hidden in the shadows.

Stepping through the dark door, the surrounding light is slightly dimmed, and a soft glow emanates from the fluorescent crystal balls on the surrounding walls, illuminating the spacious pavilion deep and silent. Entering the attic, several wide passages come into view, and at the very front of each passage are painted in huge fonts representing various ghosts. If the tricks are related to your own ghosts, you will get twice the result with half the effort when you practice them, and if you have nothing to do with your own ghosts, it is just the opposite, so these scrolls that record the exercises are classified according to the suitable ghosts!

Ziming's gaze swept through several passages, and finally stopped on the road on the left, shrugged his shoulders, turned his head slightly, but saw Xiao Yi, whose little face was slightly shy and crimson, was slightly stunned, and asked in amazement: "Xiao Yi, are you also here?"

"Huh?", startled by Mo Chen's voice, the crimson on her little face couldn't help but become a little thicker. After a while, Fang slowly calmed down, wrinkled his nose at Ziming, and snorted, "I can't be here if there's nothing, you go find your exercises!", Xiao Yi said and shook his head strangely.

"Well..."

Xiao Yi nodded indifferently, and the blush on her pretty little face that had not completely dissipated made her look even more coquettish and lovely. Glancing at Xiao Yi's beautiful and moving little face, Ziming's heart suddenly jumped a little unhappily, and he quickly walked into the road on the left without squinting, and couldn't help but hum softly in his heart: "This sister is really sticky."

In the path of "Ghost: Ice", you can still vaguely see the figures of one or two clansmen. Zi Ming looked at the clansmen who were in full swing with great interest, they were originally fighting for a volume of exercises--"Ice Bow"! Zi Ming touched his chin and looked at the blue scroll that read "Ghost Technique: Ice Bow, Grade: Rare, Applicable Ghost: Ice".

No wonder, it turned out to be a rare ghost art! The grades of ghost art are divided into ordinary, advanced, rare, inheritance, and epic. Usually speaking, rare ghost magic is hyped up at a sky-high price in the auction house. Inheritance is even rarer, the rich have money to buy but the merchants have nothing to sell. As for epics, I'm afraid there aren't many volumes of such exercises in the world.

With a cold snort in his heart, Ziming's fists clenched. The two seniors decided to have a competition, who wins and who wins! Ziming was about to step forward, only to see the two of them smash out, and suddenly, a circle of ripples spread rapidly from the position of the fist like a wave. Looking at this scene, Zi Ming released his fist again, it seems that the strength of these seniors is not comparable to himself

"Doorman, I borrowed this scroll of exercises, oh ......," Ziming said and shook the blue scroll in his hand.

"Mochen, you're a regular too. I don't need to tell you the rules, do you?"

"I know, I will return it within 24 hours~"

Ziming walked out of the skill pavilion unwillingly, and then Xiao Yi picked a random copy and walked out with a little laziness. Zi Ming knew that although the rare exercises were precious, it was also very difficult to cultivate. Moreover, I don't have that fate to compete for that volume of "Ice Bow" For a person who is still a ghost samurai 5th stage, this volume of "Rain Falling Pear Flower Needle" is not too bad, "Ghost Technique: Rain Falling Pear Flower Needle, Grade: Normal, Applicable Ghosts: Ice, Metal, Bone, Aether".

After borrowing the exercises from the Skill Pavilion, Zi Ming didn't rest for a while, and ran to the backyard to practice.

Xiao Yi came in quietly, watching Zi Ming's dexterous fingers continue to flick, and all kinds of gestures appeared in the blink of an eye, and their speed was the same as twitching. Looking at Ziming's appearance, her mouth couldn't help whispering, and her eyes were slightly mixed with awe.

"Brother... You should take a break from all this hard work, right?"

"No more"

The bright moon hid among the soft, silky clouds, and looked shyly at the quiet world, sprinkling the pure brilliance. Ziming once again ran out to cultivate. This time, though, the disappointment on his face masked a smile. I can't be satisfied with the strength of my own ghost samurai 5th dan. With his own efforts, it shouldn't be like this, right? It's the dead of night, and Ziming has already controlled his voice very well, but he didn't expect to find out.

The old man, though full of silver hair and gray beard, looked energetic, and he walked with a neat step like a young man. Touched his long beard.

"Mochen, are you still practicing so late?" (Mochen is the name of Ziming in the family)

"Patriarch, I'm only 5 ranks, and I don't have any powerful exercises, if I don't work hard, I'm going to make a joke when it's time for the clan competition."

"Haha! The results of your efforts will definitely be obvious to everyone! However, although hard work is good, there is a limit to cultivation after all, and working too hard will backfire. Maybe that's why you're having trouble making the cut! Let me see what you're doing. ”

The old man glanced at the scroll placed next to Zi Ming and sighed lightly, "This technique is indeed not an eye-catching move."

"Actually, grandpa, I originally came to see the last volume of "Ice Bow", but I"

"Why are you in such a hurry, I haven't finished talking yet, I want to say, this exercise is really inconspicuous, but its effect in actual combat is not trivial! Moreover, the more ordinary the exercise, the higher its compatibility!

Behind the old man, a ghostly phantom with a metallic color appeared, ghost: metal! Fine metal particles condensed in the old man's hand, and in an instant, countless steel needles appeared in the gaps between the old man's fingers. His hand swung slowly, and the steel needle rose up! The extremely fast hand speed pulled the air and twisted it a little, and the dexterous hand flicked violently after receiving the steel needle, and countless steel needles burst out, surging like a torrential rain! The large pile of steel needles was fiercely nailed to the bark of an old tree.

(Tree: "Did I mess with you?")

"Metal and ice are not comparable."

Azusa is shown as a "ghost: ice". He didn't say that he had the ability to create ghosts. In a world where strength is respected, human life is like a mustard. If you encounter some profound powerhouses, you may be able to beat yourself to the ground and then take your body!

"No! When Ghost: Ice is cultivated to a certain level, its hardness is definitely no less than that of metal! And the attack created by "Ghost: Ice" will release frost that slows down the enemy's movement. I didn't use all my strength for the attack just now, and when this kind of exercise is practiced to the fullest, I can be taken by surprise! Just imagine, if you don't pay attention to it, what will be the result in the face of such a rain of needles? "Ice Bow" is still too far for you, so let's wait until the time is ripe!"

"Thank you, patriarch. ”

"Well, I'm old, in fact, it's okay to call grandpa, ha! By the way, the backyard is really narrow! Let's go to the mountains and forests for cultivation! There are no beasts on the outer peaks suspended in the sky, just go up those suspended stone steps!"

A few days later, the hot summer has disappeared, and the whole land has a touch of autumn coolness. However, although the heat has dissipated, the hearts of many people in the Mo family are getting hotter and hotter, because soon the Mo family and the Ye family will have a major friendly match, not to mention winning or losing, it is an honor to be able to participate. Because the people in the family who want to be selected to participate in the competition are all seeded players!

In the early morning, when everything was silent, a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon carefully soaked the light blue sky, and a new day gradually moved from afar. On the mountain peak suspended in the air, there was a young man who was cultivating hard! Click! Another crackling sound sounded, and the stones at the cliff exploded, and a slender opening was embedded in the cliff, and it was hard to imagine that it was the mark of an ice needle!