Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards

Suddenly, the door of the small courtyard was pushed open, and a person rushed in as if flying.

The visitor is Fang Qingxian.

"Brother Mu, you are finally out!"

"I never dared to disturb you before."

"Something happened in Zong Nei."

Fang Qingxian's expression was a little flustered!

Seeing this, Mu Feifei's face darkened.

He had an ominous omen.

"What's wrong?"

"Could it be that a strong enemy killed the sect?"

"Extermination crisis?"

Seeing Mu Feifei's serious face, Fang Qingxian opened his mouth wide.

I swallowed everything I wanted to say.

"It doesn't seem that serious," he said embarrassedly.

Mu Feifei: "What happened?"

Fang Qingxian said: "The senior officials of the sect will conduct a swordsmanship inspection on everyone!"

"I heard that Sect Master Yan personally inspected it!"

"All unqualified disciples must go home and reflect."

"When will we be able to practice again before we can come back!"

"Even Jianlu is included!"

What the hell!

When Mu Feifei heard this, he was dumbfounded.

Isn't this the teacher's surprise homework?

Doing homework is the most annoying thing!

Unexpectedly, after cultivating immortals, he still cannot escape the sanctions of homework.

The most important thing is that, as I said before, practicing nothing is cheap!

"How many more days are there to check?" Mu Feihan said.

Fang Qingxian pinched his fingers.

"There were still two months left when this matter was announced, and now there are only two days left!"

Depend on!

Mu Feifei was speechless.

Fang Qingxian said: "Brother Mu, don't worry, you are not alone."

"A lot of disciples haven't practiced completely."

"Hong Yu practiced for two months before he reached the ninth form."

When Mu Feifei heard this, he felt a little better.

Suddenly he thought of something and asked tentatively, "Is this sword technique easy to practice?"

Fang Qingxian said: "There are a total of 108 styles, and each style has ten changes!"

Mu Feifei: ...

Isn't that one thousand and eighty tricks?

You can't practice until you die!

Really live to old, learn old!

At this time, he saw Fang Qingxian's self-satisfied look, and asked, "Are you not..."

Fang Qingxian patted his chest and said confidently, "Brother Mu, don't worry, I have it all!"

"Let me teach you!"

"You mean, if you teach me, I can learn it all in two days?" Mu Feifei asked.

"No, it's definitely stronger than Hong Yu!" Fang Qingxian said.

Mu Feifei was speechless.

"If you can't learn, you have to go home. What's the use of me being better than him?"

Fang Qingxian said: "Brother Mu, I think the reason why the senior management wants to check is just to urge everyone."

"So many disciples didn't learn everything and rushed home, and there would be no one in that sect."

"So what we have to do now is to fight for two!"

"Protect one and fight for two?" Mu Feifei was puzzled.

"Keep the last one, fight for the second last!" Fang Qingxian replied immediately.

Depend on!

Does the last one still use insurance?

Isn't this a foregone conclusion?

"So, my only opponent is Hong Yu?" Mu Feifei said gloomily.

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, Fang Qingxian suddenly thought of something, and his heart throbbed.

"maybe!"

"What if the two are driven away after the countdown?"

"What are the thoughts of the senior management, we dare not say or ask."

Mu Feifei took a deep breath and said, "Then let's start practicing now."

To be honest, he really didn't want to leave Jianlu unless it was a last resort.

After working so hard for so long, it is time to blossom and bear fruit.

It's a shame to leave like this!

So, this test must be passed!

Fang Qingxian threw a wooden sword over and said, "Okay, Brother Mu, then we will start the pre-exam assault."

Mu Feifei held the sword, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Fang Qingxian's hand held the sword hilt at his waist.

At this moment, his temperament changed greatly, like a real swordsman.

hum!

Long sword shot!

Extraordinarily fierce!

At the same time, a loud shout came out of Fang Qingxian's mouth.

"Without a woman in your heart, draw your sword and be a natural god, on the first page of the sword manual, forget your sweetheart!"

Originally, Mu Feifei had already entered a state.

The three-foot wooden sword also stood proudly.

As a result, Mu Feifei's expression instantly became petrified when he heard this sword art.

The atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

The whole section is broken!

"What's all this mess?"

"What does sword training have to do with women?"

Mu Feifei complained.

Fang Qingxian scratched his head: "We all practiced like this, and it doesn't feel strange."

"Why don't I practice all these hundred and eight forms for you?"

"Okay." Mu Feifei nodded.

The big deal is not to practice the first style!

Fang Qingxian's sword danced wildly in the air immediately.

The shadow of the sword is dazzling, and the sound of the sword is loud!

The whole small courtyard is filled with Xiao Shaoqi.

At the same time, a series of formulas also sounded.

"The second page of the sword score, beware of stinky women!"

"The third page of the sword score, women are so annoying!"

"The fourth page of the sword score, a woman is sad!"

"On the fifth page of the sword manual, behead an old lover!"

"The sixth page of the sword score, not a lover!"

"On the seventh page of the sword manual, no woman must be a god!"

...

"Sword manual 107 pages, abandon love and close the door!"

"The final page of the sword score, no love is God!"

The whole set of swordsmanship was displayed by Fang Qingxian, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The sun goes from sunrise to sunset.

Mu Feifei looked sleepy.

The little turkey in the distance also yawned.

"Are you sleepy?" Mu Feifei asked.

Fang Qingxian shook his head: "Without a woman in my heart, I am naturally very spiritual."

Mu Feifei: "...Going crazy!"

"What kind of bullshit name is this?"

"Who created the swordsmanship of Dahe Jianzong?"

"Have you been in a state of lovelorn and autism all year round?"

"No, Dahe Sword Sect also has female disciples, how do they practice?"

Fang Qingxian replied: "Just replace all the women in the sword manual with men."

Mu Feifei was completely speechless this time.

No man in your heart?

Are the swordsmanship names of Dahe Jianzong so random?

"Aiya, Brother Mu, you're burning your ass, don't care about those details!"

"Let's hurry up and practice!"

Fang Qingxian urged.

In desperation, Mu Feifei had no choice but to grab the wooden sword and start practicing from the first style.

But how to practice, how awkward.

In front of him is the appearance of Xia Yuchan.

An hour has passed.

Mu Feifan still hasn't learned, and his heart is getting more and more anxious.

Fang Qingxian patted his thigh: "I understand, Brother Mu, the reason why it is so difficult for you to get started..."

"I have a woman in my heart, how can I still practice?"

"No, you just lack a scabbard!" Fang Qingxian handed over his sword: "Use mine!"

"I don't think I can." Mu Feifei sighed.

And, he finally understood.

Why did Hong Yu only practice the ninth form in two months?

Mu Feifan thought that a woman could practice so hard.

Hong Yu pretended to have no idea how many women there were.

Fang Qingxian was anxious: "Brother Mu, I think you can rescue him."

"After all, your talent is so good."

Mu Feifan said word by word, "I really don't want to practice this sword technique again!"

"It's so anti-human!"