Chapter 30

"The gentle sword technique belongs to the Xuan level peak sword technique. If you want to cultivate this sword technique to the peak, you need to understand three artistic conceptions!"

"One is to lift light as heavy. Your swordsmanship is not accurate, because your artistic conception is too weak!"

Don't ask the sky and shake your head.

"Artistic conception is too weak!"

Mo Yao was puzzled.

Lifting light as heavy, these artistic conceptions can only be understood by swordsmen from the sword realm. They gather in the spirit realm and want to contact, which is far from enough!

"You will understand later!"

Don't ask the sky, smile and turn around to leave.

But the next moment.

A voice came suddenly.

"Ask the young master, the patriarch asks you to go!"

A figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Three elders!"

Seeing this figure in front of you, don't ask the sky for a slight meal, and then said in a deep voice: "do you know what the patriarch asked me to do?"

"I don't know this!"

The three elders shook their heads slightly. He was the steward of the martial arts field. He had been observing Mo Wentian for the past three days.

The more you observe, the more the three elders feel that don't ask the sky is unfathomable.

Some enlightenment, even his elder, was enlightened after listening to it, which was simply incredible.

If Mo Wentian hadn't been so young, the three elders even suspected that Mo Wentian was an old monster!

"Three elders lead the way!"

Don't ask the sky slightly arched.

"Come with me!"

The three elders smiled and nodded, and then walked to the depths of Mo's house with Mo Wen.

In a quarter of an hour.

A splendid hall appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Look at this hall.

Mo Wentian's mind came up with scenes. Since he didn't wake up Linggen, he never came to this hall again!

"Please come inside!"

The three elders asked Mo Tian in a deep voice.

"Thank you!"

Take a deep breath, don't ask the sky to enter the hall.

On the main seat of the hall.

A middle-aged man was sitting. Seeing the arrival of Mo Wentian, the man looked straight at Mo Wentian!

"Boom..."

With this eye shot, Mo Wentian only felt a shock in his heart. In Mo Wentian's mind, there was only a magic sword left!

A supreme sword came straight at Mo Wentian.

"Roar..."

For a moment, the supreme sword suddenly increased its majesty again and became a green dragon. The green dragon was mighty and awed the eight wastelands!

"Break it!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed cold, and the sword Xuan in his body suddenly ran frantically. The aura around him quickly entered Mo Wentian's body!

"Roar!"

The green dragon was aggressive, as if to devour Mo Wentian. The terrible dignity made Mo Wentian's body tremble.

"Hum!"

But the next moment, it seemed that Qinglong was angry. Don't ask the remnant sword in the celestial body, and suddenly it trembled.

A hidden edge flashed away!

"Ouch..."

Then there was a wail. The green dragon seemed to encounter something terrible and quickly retreated!

"Bo..."

Don't ask the sky. You only feel that something is broken. The pressure that originally enveloped you disappears quickly!

"Very good!"

The indifferent voice came, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the middle-aged man on the main seat again.

Mo family leader, the Lord of Dongjian City, Mo Yizhan!

"Thank the patriarch for his praise!"

Don't ask the sky to take a deep breath, looking at Mo Yizhan's expression, extremely dignified.

Sixiangjing swordsman!

The Lord of Dongjian city is really strong!

The green dragon just now is the artistic conception of the four symbols understood by Mo Yizhan. If it weren't for Mo Wentian's firm will, I'm afraid he would be directly stunned by this artistic conception.

"Juling Wuzhong can block my sword intention. It's not too much to call it the first person in my mo family!"

"But your spiritual root..."

Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian and his eyes flashed. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He just felt it.

I understood the artistic conception of Qinglong, and finally inexplicably retreated back.

That look.

It seems that something terrible has happened!

"I wonder what the patriarch wants from me?"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan and said in a deep voice.

For Mo Yizhan, Mo Wentian didn't have many impressions in his heart. Mo Wentian, the first strong man of the Mo family, only met Mo Wentian on the day he accepted the adopted son.

At other times, don't ask the sky, you don't see much!

"Ask heaven, there are three days left before the sword battle!"

Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"Sword battle?"

Don't ask the sky a little. According to the perennial rule, the sword battle once every three years is really only three days!

"In my mo family, only han'er is a swordsman from the sword territory. Han'er has a great chance of fighting the sword, but the yuan family and the enemy are not weak!"

"I heard you got three Zhu Guo. If you can contribute one, my mo family will never treat you badly!"

At this time, Mo Yizhan suddenly said.

"Contribute a Zhu Guo!"

"Hahaha..."

Mo Wentian suddenly laughed. Originally, he was asked to contribute a Zhu Guo?

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan, and his eyes suddenly raised a touch of disdain.

"What do you think?"

Seeing Mo Wentian laughing, Mo Yizhan frowned and asked.

"What do you think?"

Don't ask the sky with a sneer, and then say, "I don't know how the patriarch doesn't treat me badly?"

"How can I treat you unfairly?"

Mo Yizhan laughed. Don't ask the sky. A swordsman in the spirit gathering realm, with some small means, is not obedient!

Think of here!

Mo Yizhan's eyes fell on Mo Wentian again. Looking at Mo Wentian, he smiled and said, "I heard that you like Qingcheng very much. Well, as long as you hand over two Zhu Guo, I'll let Qingcheng marry you?"

"Hand over two red fruits?"

"Let Mo Qingcheng give it to me?"

Don't ask the smile on heaven's face, which is getting more and more strange.

Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian, but his face was full of confidence. Mo Qingcheng was a seventh class spiritual root, and he was also a genius at the peak of gathering souls.

Let Mo Qingcheng marry Mo Wentian, a first-class spiritual root, which is definitely Mo Wentian's blessing.

"Master, your conditions are very attractive!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan, took a deep breath, and then said again, "unfortunately, I don't like the second miss!"

"Don't you like it?"

Mo Yizhan frowned and then asked in a deep voice, "what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Don't ask heaven with a grin, and then said, "ask heaven is very envious of the eldest lady, I don't know..."

"Presumptuous!"

Mo Yizhan's face suddenly became cold. The eldest miss of the Mo family was comparable to the existence of Mo Tianxiao.

It is said that the eldest lady is only one year older than Mo Qingcheng, but now she is already the core disciple of Jianshen mountain.

Cultivation has been infinitely close to the four kingdoms!

Such arrogance is the pride of Mo's family. How can Mo Wentian covet it? Seeing Mo Wentian, Mo Yizhan's eyes are full of cold!

"Calm down, master!"

Hearing this, the three elders rushed forward.

In my heart, I secretly pinched a cold sweat for Mo Wentian.

Don't ask heaven if you are so arrogant.

Dare to think about the eldest lady!

"Why is the owner so angry? Unexpectedly, the owner doesn't have what I want. Naturally, the three Zhu fruits that ask the sky will not be given to waste!"

Don't ask the sky to smile indifferently, turn around and get ready to leave!

"You..."

Mo Yizhan's eyes flashed cold and a murderous idea flashed from his eyes, but he seemed to think of something. The murderous spirit in Mo Yizhan's eyes suddenly disappeared!

"It's just a first-class waste. If it weren't for Tianxiao's face, wouldn't the three red fruits be in your hands!"

Mo Yizhan's eyes are full of coldness!