Bei Ming Xiu could feel the deliberate alienation in Ming Dao's words, but he really didn't care about this.

If it's pretended, it's nothing, even if it's true, it's just a matter of suing the master in the future.

And he believed in the character of the gentlemen of Momei Villa.

After tidying up the room, Bei Ming Xiu stretched his waist and walked out of the room, just in time to bump into the disciples of Momei Villa who had returned from self-study, and none of them was among them.

Roughly speaking, there are about thirty or forty disciples in Momei Villa, but according to the results of the Heavenly Humanity investigation, there are only eight cultivators among them.

And the strongest of them was very familiar to him.

The appearance of the Northern Meditation Cultivator is already difficult to find in the world, and when he appeared in front of the eyes of everyone in Momei Villa, many little girls exclaimed in surprise, and their eyes were full of light.

When Mo Qing saw the Northern Meditation Cultivator, he was a little surprised at first, and then smiled and said, "Welcome to Momei Villa again." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "Sister Qing, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

"Sister, do you know each other?"

It was a childish teenager in the team who spoke, and he looked up and down at Bei Ming Xiu, with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Bei Ming Xiu knew in his heart that this young man must be Mo Qing's younger brother Mo Yuan, but because he was too young to go outside the villa to practice, he was not famous.

In his perception, among the cultivators of the three generations of disciples of Momei Villa, Mo Yuan was the youngest, but his strength could be ranked fourth.

If he grows up for a few more years, he may be able to surpass Mo Qing at the same age.

The last time he was in Momei Villa, Mo Yuan also followed Mo Wushuang to practice outside, so the two did not meet.

Now there is a little hostility in Mo Yuan's eyes, probably thinking that he is approaching Mo Qing with his face, and there are other people who have plans.

Mo Qing first let the junior brothers and sisters move freely, then rubbed Mo Yuan's head, and said softly: "Xiao Yuan, this is Zhou Han and Zhou Shaoxia, like your Brother Yao Chong, he is also a disciple of Wu'an Sword Peak. ”

When Mo Yuan heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he turned disdainful, and said, "Sister, you lie to me, he is much weaker than Brother Yao Chong, and he only has a fourth-order cultivation." ”

Thinking of this, his tone became more and more resolute, and he pointed to the Northern Meditation Cultivator and said, "I don't believe it!"

Bei Mingxiu glanced at Mo Qing helplessly, with a slight self-deprecating look on his face.

Indeed, his true spiritual power cultivation is so good that it is easy to be underestimated, but now that a little kid says this, he will be a little unhappy after all.

Mo Qing explained: "Xiao Yuan, you can't just look at the surface ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Mo Yuan: "Sister, I just don't believe that Uncle Shang would have such a weak disciple." ”

He pointed at the Northern Meditation Cultivator menacingly and said, "Do you dare to fight with me!"

Bei Ming Xiu looked at his high-spirited expression, and he already understood a general idea in his heart.

Previously, Mo Yuan's gaze stayed on his Cold Sword, and he naturally knew the sword habits of the Shoreless Sword Peak, so of course he had already confirmed that he was the disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

It's just looking for something to try his skills.

He didn't resist this, after all, competing with a child would only make him look more like a child.

He glanced at Mo Qing and said, "No problem." ”

Mo Qing smiled apologetically.

She knew more than the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and she knew very well why Mo Yuan would provoke the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Yao Chong has always been a big mountain that Mo Yuan looks up to, no matter how hard he cultivates, he is so small in front of Yao Chong.

Although Yao Chong had never intended to stimulate Mo Yuan, because he was very close to Mo Qing, Mo Yuan would unconsciously regard him as an object that he had to surpass.

Now Yao Chong's junior disciple has come to Momei Villa, and his cultivation does not seem to be very high, plus Mo Wushuang had said before the retreat that he has been able to compete with the fourth-order cultivators, which made him happy for a long time, this kind of combination made Mo Yuan's heart warm for a while, and he wanted to feel the pleasure of surpassing Yao Chong by defeating the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

In the final analysis, it is the competitive spirit of young people that is at work.

She raised her head, just in time to meet the gaze of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and she could read what the other party wanted to say from the other party's expression.

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"Well, I try. ”

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This sudden battle immediately aroused the interest of most of the disciples of Momei Villa.

Most of these disciples were young people, and they were still very keen on the excitement, and the fighting side was the little junior disciple they took care of, and the other side was too perfect in appearance, so they all became interested.

Mo Qing knew that life in the villa was indeed a bit boring, and the battle between Bei Ming Xiu and Mo Yuan might be able to give them some good experience, so he also acquiesced to their observations.

The battle took place in a clearing next to the Mo Mei Forest, with the Northern Meditation Cultivator facing Mo Yuan.

Bei Mingxiu looked at the ink source in front of him, at this time, the ink source was holding a pen in one hand, and the spiritual ink was around the tip of the pen, although his face was immature, he already had a bit of a master's demeanor.

He also had to admit that Mo Yuan was only eleven years old and had a spiritual power cultivation close to the peak of the third order, which was indeed very remarkable.

But this battle, to some extent, is that he is bullying children, and what he has to think about is not how to win, but how to do it logically without hitting the other party's victory.

The afterglow of the Northern Meditation Cultivator glanced out of the crowd.

Not far away, Ming Dao looked at the scene with a smile, obviously wanting to watch a good show.

The girl beside him, Bei Ming Xiu had never seen before, and he thought it was Shang Yunjian's sister, Mr. Wei Ba of Momei Villa?

He withdrew his gaze, extended his right hand, and said, "Please." ”

Mo Yuan stretched out his hand dissatisfiedly and pointed to the cold sword on his waist, and said unquestionably: "Draw the sword." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled dumbly, held the Cold Immortal Sword in his hand, and with a movement of his heart, all the spiritual power fluctuations in his body were lost.

Mo Yuan became more and more dissatisfied, and shouted: "Don't underestimate me!"

After previous observations, the Northern Meditation Cultivator knew that although Mo Yuan was young, he was very arrogant, and his behavior of not drawing his sword and constricting his spiritual power was intolerable contempt in his opinion.

But isn't this a manifestation of not knowing the sky?

Fortunately, Mo Yuan met him, otherwise he might have been hit with an unforgettable blow.

Well, now it's up to him to knock this young master of Momei Villa first.

"Little Master Mo should know that the strongest thing in Wu'an Sword Peak is the way of the sword. Bei Ming Xiu raised his sword and said again, "Please." ”

The ink source was satisfied, and he drew in the air with the pen, and a thick horizontal ink was revealed at the tip of the pen, and the spiritual ink surged, as if there were infinite changes hidden.

Holding a pen, dipping ink, waving a swivel, this is the most basic way to use the spiritual ink of Momei Villa, and the Northern Meditation can also see that Moyuan's mastery of spiritual ink is really good.

Looking at the serious expression between his eyebrows, Bei Mingxiu thought to himself that he was really still a child.

Although he tried his best to write this horizontal as best he could, it took too long and it was easy to get caught.

In a life-and-death duel, it is simply deadly.

But on the other hand, the horizontal brush that Mo Yuan was about to draw was smooth and unhindered, and the edge was well hidden, and ordinary fourth-order cultivators would have to work hard to deal with it.

Bei Ming Xiu clenched the hilt of the sword, and the cold and dark sword soul in the sea of consciousness was still asleep, but the faint sword intent around it flowed into the cold and dark sword along with the summon of the Northern Ming Xiu, covering the sword body with a thin layer of sword intent.

In this friendly exchange, he will not use any spiritual power, nor will he urge the cold sword soul.

He will respond simply with sword moves and sword intent.

Mo Qing saw clearly what he wanted to do, and smiled.

And farther away, Mr. Ming Dao and Mr. Wenliu also watched his movements with great interest.

"He knows how to bring out what he can do. Ming Dao nodded, "Maybe he also wants to learn something from Xiao Yuan's tricks." ”

"That's good. Mr. Wen Liu looked at his son's movements, and the word approval was written in his expression, but he said in his mouth, "But this kid in my family really hasn't experienced a real battle, and he is full of flaws." ”

"He still learns quite solidly, and it would be good to hone and hone his combat consciousness and so on. A flash of inspiration flashed in Ming Dao's mind and said, "Senior sister, do you think Xiao Yuan will see that Beiming is releasing water?"

Mr. Wen Liu tilted his chin and said firmly: "With this kid's observation, it is estimated that people will be kept in the dark when they discharge floods in front of them." ”