With a snap, the head of Mo Yun's number one fan group patted the man.

scolded and tried his best to maintain Mo Yun.

"What do you know, Senior Brother Mo This is a manifestation of the extreme suppression of strength, I just wanted to release it, but because of that person's retreat, I continued to suppress it in my body. ”

Then he touched his chin and analyzed.

"If I'm not mistaken, Senior Brother Mo will definitely take the initiative to attack next, after a long time, it will still break. ”

Just as he said beforehand.

Mo Yun took the initiative.

"Since you can't count on the rust, then I'll come by myself!"

For the first time, Mo Yun felt that he was standing up.

With the rust of the sky, with an unrivaled momentum -

ran around the edge of the stage......

"This ...... This is?"

Someone asked puzzledly, wanting the head of the regiment to solve his doubts.

The regimental commander pondered for a moment.

Senior Brother Mo, this is what you're doing... What are you doing? I can't even read it?

But in order to protect his face, he still explained it with a thick skin.

"Senior Brother Mo, he... Probably in..."

He clapped his hands suddenly.

Maybe that would seem a little more real. , confident tone.

"That's right, I can see that Senior Brother Mo is gathering momentum. ”

Since his words were a little loud, the voice also reached the ears of Mo Yun, who was running.

He stumbled on his feet.

"Good boy, you can see this??"

"Am I that obvious?"

It turned out that Mo Yun's plan was to let his speed slowly increase over time, and the impact of his collision with him would increase when the time came, but unexpectedly it was seen, could this person also be a science graduate?

But Mo Yun's opponent was focused on Mo Yun and did not hear any sound from the outside world, even if he saw a flaw under Mo Yun's feet, he did not take the opportunity to sneak attack, but chose to be the same as Mo Yun, so as not to respond to all changes.

At this time, Mo Yun's acceleration also reached the final stage.

He's going to start sprinting!

Thump.

Inadvertently, he stepped on his left foot and rolled forward.

The head of the Mo Yun fan group in the audience glared at another person who was about to speak.

"Don't ask me, I don't understand Senior Brother Mo's routine anymore. ”

Things are beyond his understanding, so it's better to keep watching.

It's a coincidence.

When Mo Yun was about to fall and eat, his opponent "pulled" him to save his life.

When Mo Yun rushed forward, Tian Rust was still caught in his hands.

So, in the eyes of the other party, it was like slashing at his head, how could he not stop it!

But the angle was too tricky, so he could only hold the sword in his backhand and swing it diagonally upward, using all his strength.

Two swords and one touch.

Because of the other party's full strength, Mo Yun's body that was about to fall stood up a little bit, helping him stabilize his figure.

But the quality of the two swords is really difficult to compare.

Click-

There was a cracking sound from the Xuanjie longsword, like his last moan.

Finally, it was still overwhelmed and completely collapsed.

Under the man's shock, Mo Yun swung his fist away.

Knock –

What was originally a competition between sword cultivators turned into a fist and foot fight between martial artists.

Fortunately, Mo Yun was eager, and with his body memory, he inadvertently used the footwork taught to him by the stickman, which actually made the other party miss a punch.

In the scramble of the other party, he swept the hall with a kick, knocked him down, and then threw the rust to the ground.

Ride on him!

thought that he could break free with his own strength, but he only felt that Mo Yun seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Get out of here!"

The man only felt a great insult, and couldn't help but burst into foul language.

At this time, seeing his beloved disciple like this, the Great Elder snorted coldly.

"Sect Master, this is the apprentice you taught?"

Mo Zhizhi was also very helpless, he was a good sword fight, but in the end, it became like a fight between children.

He asked tentatively.

"What does the Great Elder mean?"

The implication is who the hell am you going to judge me to win?

Chang Wenlin didn't answer, he came directly to get up and fell behind Mo Yun.

At this time, Mo Yun was pinching the other party's neck, panting.

But suddenly I felt a chill on my back, and I was lifted by the collar and pushed aside.

Then, the Great Elder left the stage with his embarrassed beloved disciple.

In the end, this competition naturally won Mo Yun.

After that, every time a new disciple was accepted in the Jianoumen, he would take him to the vicinity of the martial arts platform to teach a sentence after he entered the school.

"I want to learn from you Senior Brother Mo, the 'King of Broken Blades', terrifying!"

Under the stage, there are countless weapons that are broken into two, and there are even longswords of Heavenly Rank weapon quality.

The new disciple who was introduced gasped, this Senior Brother Mo is really a god!

......

Mo Yun, who successfully won this competition, was naturally promoted again, so far, he was also a third senior brother at worst, and after waiting for the other two disciples who were successfully selected, Mo Zhizhi summoned the three of them to the high platform.

looked at Mo Yun, Deng Yongchang, and the crotch junior brother who successfully passed the third competition with two byes, Gao Yingjun.

They were the disciples of the sect leader Mo Zhizhi, the great elder Chang Wenlin, and the fourth elder Zeng Yingwu, and the disciples of the second elder and the third elder failed to enter the top three this time.

The three of them were called up for the purpose of this final lot, and in order to prevent unfairness, the number of lots for these three people would be drawn between them.

In the hands of Mo Zhizhi and the three of them, each of them has a bamboo slip, two of which are engraved with characters, representing the two people who are about to face each other, and this third person directly faces the winner of the other two.

Don't ask why this is the case, because this is the rule set by his sword Oumen, luck is also part of the strength, this is also the source of the European characters in the sword Oumen, I hope that the disciples in the door are full of European spirit and good luck!

Since Mo Yun's strength is the lowest among the three, Deng Yongchang signaled to let Mo Yun choose now, Gao Yingjun had two byes, and this third time he was not hopeful, let Mo Yun and them choose first, maybe the one left was a bye, anyway, he had already mixed with the third senior brother, so Mo Yun stood in front of the three.

Look closely!

directly ignored his father, he knew that Mo Zhizhi would definitely not let himself have a bye, so the wooden stick in his hand definitely had characters.

Then he came to the front of the fourth elder, Zeng Yingwu.

"Hey, hey, Elder Zeng, give me some hints?"

Mo Yun squeezed his eyebrows, hoping that Zeng Yingwu would make it easier.

However, how is this possible, the reason why this wooden stick is for the masters of the three disciples who have been promoted to choose is to prevent other elders from giving tips to their favorite disciples, and now the disciples of these three people have been promoted, and after knowing the sign in their hands, of course, they will only promote their own disciples.

But Mo Yun just met such an unlucky father, who liked to work hard, causing him to have to be self-reliant.

Zeng Yingwu squinted at Mo Yun.

"You want the old man to give you a hint?"

Mo Yun immediately clicked like a chicken, non-stop.

Zeng Yingwu said affirmatively: "There is no word in my hand. ”

Mo Yun's eyes were generous, and he was about to make a choice, but he heard Zeng Yingwu's voice turn.

"Do you believe it?"

Get.

To say this is to say nothing.

Originally, Mo Yun was about to make a choice, but he was made back to the original point by his words.

He came to the Great Elder Chang Wenlin again.

For a long time, in Mo Yun's memory, the Great Elder was a rather serious character, and for a while, Mo Yun didn't dare to joke with him, leaning over, wanting to see the wooden stick in his hand clearly, as if he wanted to see through him.

Chang Wenlin said with a cold face.

"I have words in my hand. ”

After hearing this, Mo Yun thought about it, Chang Wenlin should not be the kind of person who jokes, he said that there are words in his hand, it should be true.

Then only Zeng Yingwu and Mo Zhizhi are left in their hands, one with words and one without words.

Think again.

Mo Yun quickly took the situation of this wordless wooden stick in his mind.

First of all, Mo Zhizhi must also know that as soon as I came up, I would directly pass him, not to choose him, but to ask the other two, so it is likely that he really has a wordless wooden stick in his hand.

But.

He may also have guessed my thoughts, knowing that I must have known that he would arrange it this way, and also knowing that I would do the opposite and deliberately choose the wooden stick in his hand, then the wooden stick in his hand must be a wooden stick with words.

Again but.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Yun's mouth raised a smile, a confident smile, as if he had seen through all the tricks of the three people in front of him.

Hey, hey, hey.

There is always only one truth!

He stood next to Zeng Yingwu and smiled at him, which made Zeng Yingwu panic.

urged: "If you want to choose, you can choose, don't look at me like this, you won't let go of the old man even when he is old." ”

Mo Zhizhi couldn't help laughing.

Then, Mo Yun stretched out a hand and took the wooden skewer from his hand.

He grabbed it and asked.

"You're going to think about it?"

Mo Yun nodded without hesitation.

"That's what I chose. ”

Then, in the shock of Mo Zhizhi and Zeng Yingwu, Mo Yun slowly turned the wooden stick.

The signature is smooth and free of nicks.

Bye!

Mo Yun was really chosen?

Mo Zhizhi couldn't help but marvel.

"I didn't expect you to really make you bet right. ”

The other two don't have to go to the lottery either.

Zeng Yingwu threw the wooden stick in his hand to Gao Yingjun.

"It's funny enough that you kid has two byes. ”

That's right, after Mo Yun was racing in his mind, he chose the wooden stick in Mo Zhizhi's hand.

Of course, Mo Zhizhi had also thought about the situations in Mo Yun's mind, but he only thought that Mo Yun would deny his first level of thinking, and he would definitely not have the wordless wooden stick in his hands, so he exchanged it with Zeng Yingwu, who originally got the wordless wooden stick, and changed the wooden stick into his hand.

But he didn't expect Mo Yun to think so much, and even thought of his anti-anti-anti-anti routine.

Maybe this is the Ou Qi that belongs to Mo Yun.

You all think I'm on the second layer, but you don't think I'm already standing on the fifth layer, mortal!

Even Mo Yun himself was impressed by his intelligence, as if his IQ was directly proportional to his handsomeness, and as he became handsome, his IQ also improved a lot.

Even walking down the mountain with the wind, there is also a group of disciples who claim to be Mo Yun's fan group.

The head of the regiment was the first to speak.

"Senior Brother Mo, we will definitely learn from you, and please give us advice. ”

"Senior Brother Mo, can you teach me first? There is no one in the house tonight. ”

These disciples rushed to beg Mo Yun to teach him how to defeat the method of building a foundation with qi refining, and even one disciple invited him to go to tutor late at night.

Burst!

Mo Yun almost didn't squirt out.

You guys still want me to give you late-night make-up lessons, and women are pretty much the same.

He was surrounded at the foot of Shuangri Peak, paused for a moment, and said to everyone.

"Everyone, I also understand your support and like, it's an honor, threesome, there must be my teacher, Mo thinks that his ability is not good, but since everyone in the station supports me so much, I will teach my secrets to you one day, and I will send it here today, you go back first." ”

He went on to say a lot more, and finally sent his little fan brother back.

One by one, they waited for Mo Yun to impart knowledge.

Back at the main peak, Mo Yun walked to the sword training room, but the sword training room was empty.

"Huh, isn't Ning Dong actually practicing swords?"

According to the usual time at this time, Si Ningdong, a sword idiot, was generally frantically refining swords.

He also wants to find her to fight the gods for a while.

Well?

Wait a minute

Fighting immortals!

He suddenly remembered.

"No, they ......"

(PS: Ahem, good brothers, I just found out that... Joining the bookshelf is not the same as collecting this book, and it will not increase the collection of this book, so I am cheeky to trouble you to take one more step, and it is good to add this book to the collection, and finally, I hope you will leave a message in the comment area to interact, thank you. ）