Looking at each other, the warm sunlight outside hit Mo Yun's handsome face, and Si Ningdong's pretty face couldn't help but climb a touch of red.

After stopping in Mo Yun's arms for a while, he struggled to take the initiative to get out.

"Ah, that, you're still pretty strong. ”

Her head was lowered, but she couldn't see the tips of her toes, as thin as mosquitoes, and her fingers swirled around each other, and she said embarrassedly.

Mo Yun hadn't recovered from the excellent experience of hugging in his arms, and his expression was slightly dull for a while.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay. ”

looked at Si Ningdong's clothes intently, fortunately they were not damaged, and Mo Yun also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Alas, although I didn't see it, my hands were too addicted, and I was a little shocked in my heart, this chick still has goods, hehe.

"Hmm... Is that still coming?"

Mo Yun asked the other party.

Si Ningdong shook his head.

"Today, that's it, I also have some understanding, thank you. ”

She smiled and reflected it in Mo Yun's heart.

"Whoever we are with, no thanks, you can call me if you need to, and be on call. ”

Mo Yun also saluted, and Si Ningdong, who didn't understand its meaning, could only smile and nod his head.

Mo Yun, who walked to the door of the sword practice room, looked back at Si Ningdong, who was still trying to imitate his swordsmanship there.

"Alas, how can this stupid girl learn it? ”

Mo Yun sighed, even I don't understand how I did it.

Back in his room, Shen Mengqiu had already peeled the fruit and put it on the table, which reminded Mo Yun of his parents, who also peeled the fruit and put it on the plate before he returned home every time.

It's a pity that I'm a person from another world after all, and I still have to go back, I just hope that when I go back, this 'Mo Yun' can reappear."

Since Mo Yun had already won one game and successfully entered the next round, he had been practicing that mysterious and simple set of moves in the scroll world for the past few days.

Now he is able to use sword moves and steps very skillfully, but whenever he tries to fuse his steps and sword moves together, he will become disordered, and he will make mistakes unconsciously.

And this second round of the competition is also coming soon.

......

Back at the Yanwutai, eleven people, including Mo Yun, took out their disciples' door cards and sent them to Mo Zhizhi.

Like last time, after the scrambling, the house number was re-numbered and returned to the disciples.

Mo Yun, who took the house number, looked at the number of the house number in his hand, needless to say, he must have known that he was not bye.

Really.

"Seven. ”

It's seven again, which means that he has to fight with the eighth again.

At this time, the person next to him shouted.

"I'm having a bye again?!"

"Again?"

Mo Yun followed the voice and looked.

“...”

Unexpectedly... It turned out to be the crotch junior brother again, and he had a bye again.

Damn it!

This second round of competition started backwards, that is, the second group was Mo Yun, so he didn't go back, but stayed under the stage to watch.

I have to say that the competition between the ninth and tenth places only interprets the sentence that the master's tricks can often be divided into winners and losers several times.

Among the disciples standing in the audience, perhaps only one-tenth of them could see the battle of the people in the audience clearly.

Mo Yun was certainly one of the nine out of ten.

He leaned against the stone platform, put his feet on it and swayed, watching the lively fight on it, and just wanted to applaud, but saw that the two had separated.

The weed in his mouth also fell.

"So fast?" Mo Yun said in surprise.

At this time, a disciple next to him patted Mo Yun.

"Senior Brother Mo, that... It's your turn right now. ”

Mo Yun smiled and nodded, his pace was steady, not in a hurry.

Walk towards the stairs of the Performing Martial Arts.

On the other side, No. 8, like the other disciples, kicked the ground, jumped into the air, and at the moment when he was about to land, he stood on the platform with a light tiptoe, and at this time, Mo Yun also happened to climb up.

Mo Yun looked at it and froze.

"Three... Third Senior Brother?!"

The disciples below were also exclaiming.

"Senior Brother Mo's opponent is actually the Third Senior Brother!"

"It's over, this time the sect master is ruthless. ”

Mo Yun also looked at his father at this moment.

But Mo Zhizhi only left him with a back, and did not look at Mo Yun.

The third senior brother didn't rush to make a move after he stood up, and he had also seen Mo Yun's competition, although it was very dramatic, but he had a strong interest in his tattered and rusty sword.

"Didn't the junior brother take out your divine weapon first?"

Shang Huai took out his new Xuan-rank long sword and said to Mo Yun.

"Oooh. ”

Mo Yun unhurriedly summoned the heavenly rust.

This time he took a different approach, slightly less pretending.

Stand in front of you with two fingers out of your left hand.

Hold your right hand behind your left hand.

Something incantation was in his mouth.

Then Heavenly Rust slowly appeared on Mo Yun's right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed vertically towards the ground.

In Shang Huai's opinion, Mo Yun was like a Dao Master, he had to take out a weapon from the spatial ring like this.

"A child is a child. ”

Shang Huai smiled slightly.

In fact, Mo Yun was not reciting a spell, but:

"Brother Rusty, Brother Mystery, please, but you must resist his attack, don't win, but please. ”

Seeing that Mo Yun also took out the sword, Shang Huai was ready to try this mysterious sword.

In order to prevent Mo Yun from using the ring cutting sword technique, he took the first step to use the ring cutting.

The whole person was like a spinning top, holding a sword and slashing towards Mo Yun.

There is even a trace of flame heat in the aura storm, which should be the fire attribute aura that Shang Huai transformed into after the foundation building.

In the face of this menacing big top, Mo Yun didn't react for a while, and in the eyes of everyone, he lost the opportunity and was destined to be beaten passively.

The heat wave is getting closer.

Suddenly.

A chill peeked out of the storm.

Shang Huai Sword Zhi!

Hammer –

Just as Shang Huai resisted the Rulai Divine Sword, Heavenly Rust also came sideways and pressed against Shang Huai's Xuan-rank weapon with a sword body full of rust.

What neither of them saw was that the rust that usually seemed to be easy to touch was like an indestructible armor at this moment, and Shang Huai didn't even have a trace of rust off it!

Even the rust still buckled the Xuanjie Sword like chain mail, and with Mo Yun's hands turning the sword body.

Shang Huai's wrist also turned.

"Oh no, how can this kid be so vigorous. ”

He wanted to draw back the Xuanjie Sword, but to no avail.

In desperation, he had to rotate along the rust, but after all, his wrist still had a limit.

Bang.

There was a crunch.

This Xuan-rank sword actually broke from the middle again, and the tip of the sword shot towards the seat where Mo Zhizhi and the five people were on the high platform.

It turned into gravel in front of the Great Elder, but the invisible sword aura still cut off one of Chang Wenlin's snow-white hair, but this hair just happened to fall on his white robe, which did not attract the attention of the other three elders.

Only Mo Zhizhi glanced at Chang Wenlin, who did not speak, and watched the competition intently.

Broken again?

It's broken again!

Shang Huai, who retreated to the side on the stage, held the only remaining half of the sword in his hand.

"This ....."

There is bitterness that cannot be spoken.

He actually broke two swords in just a few days, not to say how precious this sword is, there is still one in the Sword Casting Peak.

can fold the sword, this is undoubtedly a shame for sword cultivation.

was broken by the mortal-level swordsmanship Rulai Divine Sword, blaming him for his lack of strength.

But Mo Yun, who was at the fifth level of Qi refining, folded his sword in such a simple way, and he was really unbearable.

I want to cry without tears.

Look at the sky.

At this moment, he remembered that when he was stubborn in learning swords, his family tried their best to dissuade him.

"Why are you practicing swords with so many weapons?"

He muttered to himself

"Could it really be me... Don't deserve it?"

Shang Huai even felt that his kendo heart had been traumatized.

And the initiator of this "accident" is still unknown.

Mo Yun looked at where Shang Huai was looking at the sky, his lips slightly opened, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

All he could do was to hold the Rust in his hand tightly, lest Shang Huai suddenly have a surprise attack.

Shang Huai's master, the second elder elder Gong Yangye, looked at his beloved apprentice like this, and with his strength, of course he knew what Shang Huai was going through now.

His sword was broken.

The eyeballs rolled in the sunken sockets, and after a few moments, they finished thinking and making a decision.

The corners of the mouth floated slightly, converging into a line, and passed into Shang Huai's ears.

He was actually transmitting a message to Shang Huai!

The other four people were naturally clear, but the two people in this scene were not disciples of the three elders, and there was no need for them to stand up and happen, just quietly observe the changes in Mo Zhizhi.

Mo Zhizhi held the handle with both hands, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, there was a light cough.

The ram industry that was transmitting the sound was also interrupted, and the aura could not be gathered, so the transmission was terminated and he sat down again.

The reason why he didn't stop the ram industry at the beginning was because Mo Zhizhi cherished his talents, and he himself had pointed out his fingers at Shang Huai, thinking that he was a material for sword training, and he also maintained him in the last competition and let him win.

If it was really because of Mo Yun that he lost a kendo talent in the Sword Oumen, then the meaning of this competition would be very wrong.

So he was closing his eyes just now, listening carefully to the transmission of the ram industry, and carefully feeling the changes in Shanghuai.

When he felt that Shang Huai had regained his sword heart because of the encouragement of the ram industry, he interrupted the transmission of the ram industry's continuation.

Mo Yun on the stage and the disciples on the stage obviously didn't have the strength to hear the transmission between the Jindan Yuanying cultivators.

But everyone could also feel that the third senior brother, who had been lifeless, suddenly refreshed and came back to life.

Boom –

A nameless momentum burst out from him.

Even the five people on the stage were moved.

The three long old man sheep industry blurted out.

"Still pregnant with him... Kenshin solidified?"

Those who cultivate the sword must have another determination to persevere in sword cultivation, if not, those who deny doubts all the time will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

And at this moment, Shang Huai has completely changed from the previous doubt and self-denial to trust the sword in his hand.

I have a sword that can open the gates of heaven.

(PS: April Fool's Day is fast... Happy, hiccup~~, hahaha)