"The exercises of this "Haoran Qi" are my accidental activities, but unfortunately it is only at the level of spiritual skills, but it is somewhat interesting." Mo Yang took out another jade slip from the storage bag and handed it to him.

Li Shi looked at Mo Yang with some puzzlement after thanking him.

"Hahahaha, maybe, this exercise requires writing poems and articles, and the better the poems and articles written, the faster the cultivation will rise, you, understand?" Mo Yang suddenly laughed.

Li Shi below seemed to understand what was going on, and immediately laughed and thanked him.

"Okay, this can be regarded as a plug-in I opened for you, how much you can achieve depends on yourself, and remember, Qin Zheng must not be an enemy of him." Mo Yang instructed.

"Master, why is that?" Li Shi was puzzled.

"I look at this person, he is the protagonist of this world for hundreds of years, you understand," Mo Yang said with a sigh.

"Ahh It's the disciple who understands. Li Shi was taken aback and immediately understood what Mo Yang was talking about.

"Okay, let's go down and cultivate well, just keep a good relationship with him." Mo Yang waved his hand.

"Yes, the disciple is retiring." Li Shi bowed slightly and left.

Looking at the departing Li Shi, Mo Yang thought a little in his heart Looking at the hall in front of him, Mo Yang sighed slightly, such a huge sect does not exist after a thousand years, but it is a pity, "I think that so many poems in Huaxia should allow him to cultivate smoothly all the way to the Yuanying realm, I don't know if I can change anything in the future, and after I go back this time, I will check what this person has left in this thousand years of history?" ”

sighed, and disappeared as soon as his body moved.

When he reappeared, he was in his bedroom.

The years of cultivation passed extremely quickly, and five years had passed in the blink of an eye, and on this day, a transmission note interrupted Mo Yang's retreat.

"The test of the storm? It's a little interesting" Looking at the transmission note in his hand, the corners of Mo Yang's mouth curled slightly.

The figure moved and disappeared in place.

In the main hall of the sect, seven or eight monks of the late Yuan Infant period were standing with their hands tied, and suddenly a black light flashed, and Mo Yang appeared on the chair of the sect.

Mo Yang's sudden appearance surprised many of the Yuanying cultivators. Then he bowed and said, "See the sect master." ”

"Excuse me, this seat has never liked to manage the affairs of the sect, but it makes Elder Song worry about it." Mo Yang smiled slightly.

"The subordinates don't dare, it's the obligation of the subordinates to share the worries of the suzerain." The first old man in the audience was dressed in a cyan robe and had white hair, and said in shock.

"Alright, let's get down to business." Mo Yang glanced at him lightly and said.

"Yes, this time to disturb the sect master's retreat is for the test of the wind and clouds in half a year." Great Elder Song Chuan arched his hand and said.

"Well, let's go on" Mo Yang nodded slightly when he heard this.

"Every time the disciples who participate in the Fengyun Test are talented people in my sect, but this time," the Great Elder stopped when he wanted to speak.

"It's okay, go on," Mo Yang's eyes swept over him and said lightly.

"Yes, it's just that the sect master recently killed the two sect masters of Dao Qing and the Sword Sect with great might, and I am afraid that the righteous path side will join forces to assassinate my sect disciples in the test of the wind and clouds." Song Chuan smiled bitterly.

"Oh? But it's possible. Mo Yang touched his chin. Tell us what you think."

"With the intention of my subordinates, my sect will not participate in this Fengyun test." There was silence in the hall, and then Song Chuan said.

"It's ridiculous, just because I'm afraid of killing my sect's disciples, I don't dare to participate? What does this make people in the world think of this sect? Zhou Qi, who had been standing in the corner of the hall without speaking, suddenly sneered.

"This is for the sake of my sect disciples. Zhou Qi, what do you know? A flash of anger flashed across Song Chuan's face.

"Gutsless rats." Zhou Qi sneered.

"Zhou Qi, you!" Song Chuan's body suddenly overflowed with spiritual pressure.

And Zhou Qi did not show weakness, the demonic energy around his body overflowed, and he was tense for a while.

"Okay, what kind of system, this seat is still there." Seeing this, a wisp of strange color flashed in Mo Yang's eyes, and he snorted coldly, and the mana was running, and the spiritual pressure of the two was immediately suppressed, and everyone in the entire hall was immediately silenced.

"This Fengyun test is normal to participate, this seat wants to see who dares to secretly kill the killer, it is not good to be the magic weapon of this seat!" Mo Yang sneered.

As soon as Mo Yang said this, everyone in the hall suddenly didn't dare to say more.

Although Great Elder Song Chuan wanted to continue to say something, he suddenly didn't dare to say anything when he saw Mo Yang's cold eyes.

"Okay, that's it, the participants will be selected according to the criteria of previous years." Mo Yang looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes," everyone in the hall bowed.

"Okay, what's the matter?" Mo Yang waved his hand.

"Sect Master Qiqi has no major events for the time being." Song Chuan bowed slightly.

"Okay, there's something going on in this seat." Mo Yang smiled slightly.

"Please show the sect master." Everyone in the hall saluted when they heard this.

"Now, I don't care what method you use, this seat wants to see this thing before the test of the storm." Mo Yang took out a jade slip, suspended it in the air, and floated towards Song Chuan with a wave of his hand.

Song Chuan's puzzled divine sense seeped into it, and after sweeping it, his face changed slightly, and he passed it on one by one.

After a while, everyone in the hall looked at the contents of the jade slip and their faces were different, some were shocked, some admired, and some frowned and thought, but Song Chuan's expression was unpredictable.

"Sect Master, this thing seems to be a bit rushed for half a year," Song Chuan said with a wry smile.

"The materials in the warehouse are optional, and this seat needs to see the finished product in half a year," Mo Yang's face was gloomy, and his body was full of spiritual pressure, looking at the people in the hall.

"Yes," the Great Elder Song Chuan could only respond with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Okay, you can discuss the little things yourself, and I'll go back to retreat." Seeing this, Mo Yang smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

After Mo Yang left, everyone in the hall looked at Song Chuan with a smile.

"Alright, everyone go back, get ready, and tomorrow we will start refining this thing with all our might." Song Chuan smiled wryly.

The rest of the people in the hall didn't say much, and left in twos and threes.

Mo Yang appeared in his practice room with a smile on his face, "I don't know if these people can do it in half a year, if this big ship is built, I'm afraid it won't be worse than the Taiqing ship."

It turned out that the jade slip that Mo Yang gave at that time recorded a huge flying ship designed by Mo Yang himself based on the appearance of the Taiqing ship.

After all, Mo Yang has been coveting the Taiqing ship for a long time, and from the memory of the original body, he didn't find that there was such a huge flying boat in this era.

Since there is no ready-made one, you can only make it yourself, but fortunately, now as the sect master of the Demon Sect, and the person with the highest cultivation in this world, some of them are refined, and they only need to wait for half a year to get the real thing.

Mo Yang thought happily for a while, then took out the transmission note and summoned Qin Zheng and Li Shi.