Chapter 271: Left and Right Mutual Fighting

Mu Hao, who was pondering how to improve his strength, suddenly remembered that there was a magic technique in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, called the technique of fighting left and right. The technique of mutual understanding between the left and right, this is a bit like a kind of martial arts in Jin Yong's novels in Mu Hao's last life, which was realized by the old naughty boy Zhou Botong who practiced Peach Blossom Island for more than ten years.

"Draw a square with your left hand and a circle with your right hand. Mu Hao vaguely remembers the key to the art of mutual exchange between the left and right, in his previous life, as a full fan of Jin Yong, Mu Hao worked Jin Yong's novels, he remembered that the old urchin had taught the two of them the art of mutual exchange between the left and right, one of which was Guo Jing, and the other was the little dragon girl of the ancient tomb school. Mu Hao has seen a little video material and still remembers it.

"Maybe through this left-right fighting technique, I will be able to form a formation seal with one hand. Mu Hao pondered quietly. After careful consideration, Mu Hao determined the cultivation plan for these days, each of which is indispensable for penance, and the comprehension of sword killing and swordsmanship is also indispensable, and the rest of the energy is mainly focused on comprehending the sword intent, the technique of mutual understanding between the left and right, and the formation seal.

Exhaling lightly, Mu Hao raised his head slightly to look at the flickering lights in the distance, as well as the sound of ceremonial music, and there was not the slightest envy in his eyes, but more firm. Since he decided to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, Mu Hao made up his mind to walk brighter than anyone else, and to walk more firmly than anyone else.

Often many times, Mu Hao firmly believes in this sentence, if people are not crazy, how can they talk about their success. In the next day of waiting for the promotion of the inner disciple, Mu Hao once again cultivated frantically, facing the dawn of dawn to practice the sword killing sword technique, with the afterglow of the setting sun quietly comprehending the sword killing sword technique, staring at the starlight in the sky to practice the condensation array seal.

Mu Hao's madness fell in the eyes of many outer doors, but instead implemented the statements of those who claimed to be Mu Hao's old friends, these people always looked up to the sky at this time and sighed: "Now I know why people succeed!"

Unintentionally inserted willows and willows, under the encouragement of Mu Hao, these outer doors are rarely diligent, and the scholar even joked to Guo Jia: "Sick seedlings, do you see it, this is the power of the leader, I believe he will be a good leader, at least better than me, a lazy person." ”。

"But there's a strange thing about him, he spends hours of his day painting ghosts on the snow in front of the courtyard?" asked Guo Jia

"What is a ghost painting? That's called painting, you are a vulgar person, could it be that I am also talking nonsense in your eyes when I write poems in the sky?" The scholar remembered something, turned around and was about to question the sick seedling, but saw the back of the sick seedling who had long slipped away. It was so plain that it flowed like water, until the early morning when a snowstorm swept by, and the day of the inner door finally appeared.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of her, Liu Yan's eyes flashed with a little nostalgia, she had been outside the door for a long time. This time I came to bring the new disciples into the inner gate. The snowy ground outlined the outline of the Sword Hall building, and Liu Yanqiao stood in the wind and snow, with a gentle smile on her beautiful cheeks, looking at this familiar scene in her memory with a little distraction.

"Senior Sister Liu Yan, I'll go and inform the new inner disciple this time first. ”

The two young men saluted slightly, and there was inexplicable affection in their eyes when they looked at Liu Yan. Liu Yan tapped her head, and the beauty wave in her eyes flowed in the Xie Shui corridor, looking at the disciple who was in a hurry, Liu Yan thought of Mu Hao for some reason, he should also be in the palace gate now.

A few days ago, Gong Bi should have also participated, but I don't know if he can enter the inner gate? Liu Yan's picture frowned slightly, with his strength, he should be able to impact the top ten of the outer gate, but the dantian is broken, he is destined to stop at the top ten outside the outer gate, I don't know if the elders can allow him to enter the inner gate when the dantian is broken. Thinking of this, Liu Yan's heart gradually filled with a sigh of regret, and the corner of her eyes swept over the snow on the stone road.

The carcasses of several chaffinchs had been frozen, but their hoarse cries echoed in the sky.

"There is nothing more helpless in the world than this, fate is a very sad thing. Liu Yan muttered softly, as if remembering something, and an inexplicable haggard flashed on her face.

"Knock! knock!" The melodious sound of the bell broke the silence of the early morning, and countless people raised their heads to show stunned looks, and those new disciples of the inner gate showed a look of surprise, and the disciples of the inner door finally came.

On the tower, the scholar slowly opened his eyes and muttered softly: "Inner Gate, Xu Ang, I don't know what kind of scene you and I will have when we meet again." However, with your strength, you can take the previous disciple and enter the Kaiyang Pavilion or the Yuheng Pavilion. I think a battle between you and me is inevitable, and the leader of this session is not so peaceful, willing to stay in the Shaking Light Pavilion. ”。

In the dead courtyard, the dark sword light suddenly stopped, Mu Hao's eyes slowly opened, a little doubt appeared on his face at first, and then he realized what the ringing of the bell meant, "The leading disciple is finally here, that is to say, today is the day to enter the inner door." ”。

Mu Hao looked down at the messy footprints in the courtyard, as well as the somewhat messy sword marks. Although these penances have not really cultivated the art of fighting left and right, Mu Hao obviously noticed that the speed of his one-handed seal is getting faster and faster, as long as he persists, it is not a fantasy to condense the formation with one hand. At the same time, the proficiency of the sword killing sword technique is also skyrocketing, and Mu Hao estimates that as long as there is more time, the mastery realm of the fourteenth style of the sword killing sword technique can reach the realm of perfection.

As for the sword killing technique, Mu Hao was vaguely able to perceive a kind of mysterious and mysterious realm, and even when he came out of the sword, he gradually carried that kind of aesthetic charm.

"Sword Momentum!" Mu Hao muttered softly, perhaps with the deepening of his understanding of the sword killing sword technique, he gradually realized Shi Song's sword momentum A very arrogant sword momentum, Mu Hao thought like this, if his mastery of the sword killing sword technique gradually deepened one day, Mu Hao was convinced that the mysterious veil of sword power would be revealed.

This feeling of gradually becoming stronger has always made Mu Hao a little obsessed, the sword is slightly raised, the sharp sword qi shoots out, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the snow in the entire courtyard rolls up, and the square circle on the ground is destroyed without trying to tidy up his clothes, Mu Hao returned the sword to the sheath, and walked forward with the ancient sword on his back.

At the same time, a sharp sound of breaking the wind sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the vigorous figure swept out of the dazzling Xie Shui Pavilion A moment later, the two young men who had left earlier came with more than ninety outer disciples.

Compared with Shi Qinghan's coldness and charm, Liu Yan's delicate temperament is more intimate. When these outer disciples saw Liu Yan, their eyes quietly became hot: "I've seen Senior Sister." ”。

Liu Yan nodded slightly and said, "Everyone has already arrived?"

"There are three people missing. One of the young men shook his head, a little impatient in the corner of his eye

"Then wait a little longer. Liu Yan said indifferently.

"But this matter of attracting new disciples, shouldn't it be those guys from the Shaking Light Pavilion, when will it be our turn to Yuheng Pavilion?" Another young man complained slightly, wasting all this time to pick up these new disciples, it is better to cultivate more.

"It's an order given by the leader himself, and the Shaking Light Pavilion naturally can't ask for it!" Liu Yan's slightly frowning eyebrows stretched, and the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc in several hot gazes.

"But taking advantage of these efforts, those guys in the Shaking Light Pavilion should be cultivating desperately. ”

"I even heard that the leader of the Shaking Light Pavilion had already closed off before the palace competition, and it was obvious that he wanted to suppress the new disciples. ”

"The previous new disciple leaders are a little too strong, I don't know how strong this leader is, whether he can defeat the leader of the Shaking Light Pavilion and replace the Shaking Light Pavilion is just like Senior Brother Xu Ang was at the beginning, and I have some expectations when I think about it. ”

"Xu Ang!" Liu Yan pouted with this name at the corner of her mouth, and her delicate eyes were also filled with admiration, in just one year, a new disciple had entered the Yuheng Pavilion, and this spirit was indeed incomparable. Thinking of this, Liu Yan's slender eyelashes blinked slightly: "Listening to Senior Brother Xu Ang, the leader of this new disciple has something to do with him, and it seems that he is called Dongbo Xueying, and he was willing to give up his qualification for the new inner sect in the last session." ”。

"Can you get involved with Senior Brother Xu Ang? It seems that the strength of this leader should not be too weak. ”。

When they heard the words Dongbo Xueying, these people all had a strange look in their eyes, but because of their own identities, they did not make a sound to interrupt the chatter of Liu Yan and the three of them, but their eyes always looked at Liu Yan involuntarily.

After a while, the lazy scholar and Guo Jia arrived late, and saluted Liu Yan and the others slightly.

However, when the scholar saw the three gold stars embroidered on Liu Yan's dress, his brows furrowed slightly: "Yuheng Pavilion?

"Leader Xu Ang ordered" Liu Yan smiled, her heartfelt smile was like soft water, but her eyes looked at the scholar and the black-clothed young man in front of her a little seriously, the leader of the new disciples this time was really not simple.

"Xu Ang!" The scholar's eyes condensed slightly, and he immediately turned his head to Guo Jia and said: "Sick Yang, I didn't guess wrong, with Xu Ang's ability, he should be able to advance into the Yuheng Pavilion, but I don't know how terrifying his strength is now." ”。

"I have a sour feeling when I hear this. Guo Jia said coldly.

"It's really a little unpleasant, but I believe that our disciples in this class will not be much worse than his class" The scholar's eyes turned slightly, and the corner of his eyes swept over the outer disciples who were standing in a neat row, and secretly smacked his tongue: "Could that guy still be cultivating and forgetting the time?"

"I guess so. Guo Jia said a little uncertainly, recalling the scenes he had seen in the past few days, Guo Jia could only sincerely admire, this guy was completely unable to cultivate day and night, Guo Jia had never even seen Mu Hao walk out of the courtyard.

"If any of you know about this disciple, go and inform him, we have been waiting here for a long time. The young man who spoke up earlier said impatiently.

"It's coming!" Guo Jia turned and looked at the end of the trail.

A slight sound of footsteps suddenly appeared at the end of the stone road, and a figure dressed in white like snow slowly appeared, carrying an ancient sword, tiptoeing out of the wind and snow, and the black hair like ink was tied behind him with a withered grass, like the deep eyes of the night sky in the wind and snow looked very eye-catching, and the face was ancient without waves, walking slowly.