Fix your sister's fairy

"Don't talk nonsense, although this is a lost forest, the lord of the forest may not be nosy, how can people pay attention to us petty fights when they practice hard? Dead fatty, you still obediently come over and treat me to abolish your limbs." The man in black gritted his teeth and showed a fierce glint in his eyes, and as he spoke, he pulled out a short knife from his waist.

"Little brother, how are you cultivating? Have you ever beaten him?" found that the man in black was not stunned at all, and the fat man was also panicked for a while, and hurriedly pulled the corner of La Moyi's clothes.

"Ahh......hhhhhh Little brother, I'm out of the mortal period. Mo Yi was stunned for a moment and said honestly.

"I'm wiping, a layer of mortal period? Isn't it even as good as the fat man. The fat man was dumbfounded all of a sudden, "This bitch is a third-layer outrage! Although he has lost some of his mana and physical strength after running so far, the realm gap is there, and we have no chance of winning!"

Mo Yi glanced at the fat man, and said in his heart that even if you can't beat it, can't you pretend to be a fighter, what is the situation with the hole cards of your own camp, and sure enough, people are as their name suggests, soft, and their courage is so soft.

"Hurry up and call your teacher out, Master of the Academy, who dares to touch us here!" the fat man whispered to Mo Yi.

"Teacher......" Mo Yi scratched his head a little embarrassed, "If there is no accident, the teacher probably won't come out to save the scene." "

"Why?" the fat man was dumbfounded.

Recalling the previous Qingxuan Venerable's "test your cultivation results", Mo was also a little depressed, it turned out to be this test method, teacher, you are not afraid that your student will make a mistake and explain it here.

"There's no reason, it's soft, isn't it? Dare to ask what your cultivation realm is?"

"The second layer of the Mortal Period!" the fat man said immediately.

"We are one plus two just three, don't you say that he is not in perfect condition, and we are not completely out of chance!"

"Don't underestimate this guy, his strength is the third layer of the Mortal Stage, although he should be classified into the gray robe of the first grade, but this guy is estimated to have been in the sect for a long time, and he is an old fritter, not like us freshmen. The fat man said with a wry smile.

"Stayed for a long time...... Or is it the first grade?" Mo Yi was stunned for a moment.

"That's right, you don't know, the first-year monk is in the Immortal Period, the second-year Monk is in the Vast Period, and the third-year student is in the Returning to the Ruins Period! The fourth- and fifth-grade brothers and sisters are almost all practicing outside the sect, even if you have been in the sect for more than ten years, if your cultivation is still in the Mortal Period, you are also in the first grade. The fat man said quickly, "This information will not accept your spirit stone if we are about to fight the enemy together in the case of life and death, and you will have to charge for it to search for news from me as usual!"

"Dead fatty, when do you still want to make money? Lao Tzu has been chasing you for so long, it's time to charge some interest. The man in black looked at the fat man murderously, and before the fat man could speak, he pounced on him with a short knife.

"Mom!" the fat man screamed, and immediately turned around and ran.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a piercing sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, and the man in black glanced at Mo Yi standing in front of him strangely, this guy actually stood up with a long sword in his hand!

"I'm sorry, you still want to act recklessly when you come to Lostlin, you miscalculated this. Mo Yi held the long sword in both hands, forcing the man in black to raise the short knife in his hand and smile on his face.

"Bastard, don't be embarrassed, get out of the way!" the man in black scolded sharply, and as he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked Mo Yi fiercely.

"Bang. Mo Yi directly hit the man in black on the head with his head, and almost with all his strength, he hit the man in black directly with a hammer.

The man in black never dreamed that this guy would actually hit his head directly! The man in black who didn't react was hit on the head by Mo Yi, and his eyes were dazzled and dizzy for a moment.

Mo Yi also had blood stains on his forehead, because he took the initiative to hit people to be prepared, he was sober-minded, and after the man in black was stiff, Mo Yi did not hesitate to charge up and slash at the man in black.

Sensing the imminent danger, the man in black didn't care about his mind for a while, and subconsciously raised the short knife in his hand to prepare to resist.

"Draft a poop!" In a moment of dizziness, the man in black only heard a hearty shout.

"What...... It's just a chop. The man in black thought.

"Boom!!"

A huge force erupted on the short sword, and the man in black was swept away by the force of the tide, and finally hit a bamboo in the distance before stopping.

"Oh oh oh! Crit!" Mo Yi said excitedly as he looked at the man in black who flew out with an excited face.

It seems that the basic swordsmanship is not useless, this sword at least gave Mo Yi an explanation for practicing hard all day, this result is enough to make a difference!

Yin Hong's blood slowly dripped to the ground, and the man in black gradually stood up relying on Cuizhu, he wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with a fierce face, and clenched his short knife and said, "Boy, which school of art do you have? Crazy Sand Sword Technique? Meng Lang Seven Swords? Could it be the top Absolute Dragon Sword?"

The man in black looked at Mo Yi with a gloomy face, this sword was extremely heavy, and the mana contained in it was extremely strong, no matter how you looked at it, it was not like a fledgling at the first level of the mortal stage could do it, and his ribs were estimated to have been broken two or three under this blow.

"What the hell?" Mo Yi listened to the words of the man in black and was a little overwhelmed.

The fat man, who was about to run away, couldn't help but look back when he heard Mo Yi's excited voice, and he was also stunned after seeing the embarrassed scene of the man in black.

"Brother...... Brother, what kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Listening to the fat man's stunned question, Mo Yi turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "Basic swordsmanship!"

"What's that?" the fat man looked at Mo Yi in disbelief, "Basic swordsmanship?"

"yes, slash. Mo Yi casually made a gesture, "This is it." "

As he spoke, Mo Yi also took out the sword spectrum of the basic swordsmanship from his arms and threw it to the fat man in the distance.

The fat man took the sword book with a strange face and flipped through it, and found that it was indeed a basic sword technique, and said, "Why didn't I have such a great power when I practiced?"

"Basic swordsmanship?" The man in black listened to Mo Yi and the fat man's words, and his face showed annoyance, "Don't treat me like a child! Where did the basic swordsmanship come from with such great power!? Even if you reach the third layer of the Mortal Stage, you can skillfully mobilize mana and infuse it into the weapon, it is impossible to have such great power!"

"No, be reasonable! I practiced basic swordsmanship for a day today, and I don't know how many bamboos I have chopped. Mo Yi's face was calm, "Then dare to ask Your Excellency what kind of swordsmanship it is?"

The man in black spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes were gloomy, and after a few seconds of pranayama, the man in black held a short knife in his hand, his legs were bent, and his body leaned back slightly, "Break the military swordsmanship, I have learned." "

"Come?" Mo Yi looked at the serious posture of the man in black and felt a pang in his heart, he had only practiced for a day, he was a monk with three layers of desolation, and it was a bit suspenseful to kill monsters by leapfrogging.