"The Gentle Sword Technique is a peak Xuan-level sword technique. If you want to practice this sword technique to its peak, you need to understand three artistic conceptions!"
"The first thing is that if you lift something light, it's heavy. If your swordsmanship is not accurate, it's because your artistic conception is too weak!"
Mo Wentian shook his head.
"The artistic conception is too weak!"
Mo Yao's face was full of doubts.
It's light and heavy, these artistic conceptions can only be understood by swordsmen in the Lijian Realm. They have only gathered in the Spiritual Realm, and they are still far away from being able to contact them!
"You will understand later!"
Mo Wentian smiled slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.
But the next moment.
A voice suddenly came.
"Master Wentian, the clan leader invites you to go!"
A figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"Third Elder!"
Seeing the figure in front of him, Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Does the third elder know why the patriarch asked me to go?"
"I don't know this either!"
The third elder shook his head slightly. He was the manager of the martial arts arena. He had been observing Mo Wentian for the past three days.
The more he observed, the more the Third Elder felt that Mo Wentian was unfathomable.
There were some enlightenments that even him, an elder, had a sudden enlightenment upon hearing. This was simply unbelievable.
If not for seeing how young Mo Wentian was, the third elder would have even suspected that Mo Wentian was an old monster!
"Third Elder, lead the way!"
Mo Wentian cupped his hands slightly and said.
"follow me!"
The third elder smiled and nodded, and then led Mo Wentian towards the depths of the Mo family.
A quarter of an hour later.
A brilliant hall appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Look at this hall.
Mo Wentian's mind was filled with scenes. Since he had not awakened his spiritual roots, he had never been to this hall again!
"Master Wentian, please come in!"
The third elder said in a deep voice to Mo Wentian.
"Thank you!"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian entered the hall.
On the main seat of the hall.
A middle-aged man was sitting there. When the man saw Mo Wentian's arrival, his eyes were directed at Mo Wentian!
"Boom..."
Following this look, Mo Wentian felt his heart tremble. In Mo Wentian's mind, there was only one divine sword left!
A supreme divine sword rushed towards Mo Wentian.
"Roar… "
For a moment, this supreme divine sword suddenly increased in majesty again and turned into a blue dragon. The green dragon was so majestic that it shocked the whole world!
"Break it for me!"
There was a flash of coldness in Mo Wentian's eyes, and the Jianxuan in his body suddenly started to move crazily, and the surrounding spiritual energy quickly entered Mo Wentian's body!
"Roar!"
The green dragon was so aggressive that it seemed to devour Mo Wentian. Its terrifying majesty made Mo Wentian's body tremble.
"Buzz!"
But the next moment, Qinglong seemed to be angered by something, and the broken sword in Mo Wentian's body suddenly started to tremble.
A hidden edge disappeared in a flash!
"Ouch..."
Then there was a mournful cry, and the green dragon retreated quickly as if it had encountered something terrible!
"Wave… "
Mo Wentian only felt something break, and the pressure that originally enveloped him quickly disappeared!
"very nice!"
An indifferent voice came, and Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the middle-aged man in the main seat again.
The head of the Mo family, the lord of Dongjian City, Mo Yizhan!
"Thank you, patriarch, for the compliment!"
Mo Wentian took a deep breath and looked at Mo Yizhan's expression, which was extremely solemn.
Swordsman of the Four Symbol Realm!
The city lord of Dongjian City is indeed powerful!
The blue dragon just now was the Four Symbols artistic conception that Mo Yizhan understood. If Mo Wentian hadn't been determined, he would have been directly shocked by this artistic conception.
"The fifth level of gathering spirit can block my sword intention. With your ambition, it is not an exaggeration to call me the number one member of the Mo family!"
"But your spiritual roots..."
Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian, a light flashed in his eyes, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he just felt it.
The artistic conception of Qinglong that I comprehended finally retreated inexplicably.
That look.
It seems that I encountered something terrible!
"I wonder what the patriarch wants from me?"
Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan and said in a deep voice.
Mo Wentian didn't have much impression of Mo Yizhan. Mo Wentian had only seen the Mo family's strongest man the day he accepted his adopted son.
Other times, Mo Wentian didn't see much!
"Wentian, there will be a sword fight in three days!"
Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Sword fight?"
Mo Wentian paused slightly. According to the perennial rules, the three-year sword fight is indeed only three days away!
"Among my Mo family, only Han'er is a Lijian realm swordsman. In the sword fight, Han'er has a great chance, but the Yuan family and the enemy family are not weak either!"
"I heard that you got three red fruits. If you can contribute one, our Mo family will never treat you badly!"
At this moment, Mo Yizhan suddenly spoke.
"Contribute a red fruit!"
"Hahaha… "
Mo Wentian suddenly laughed. So he was called here to contribute a red fruit
Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan, with a hint of disdain suddenly rising in his eyes.
"What do you think?"
Seeing Mo Wentian laughing, Mo Yizhan frowned and asked.
"how about?"
Mo Wentian sneered, and then said: "I wonder how the patriarch wants to treat me right?"
"How can I not treat you badly?"
Mo Yizhan smiled. Mo Wentian, a swordsman in the spirit-gathering realm, could not be submissive even with some small tricks!
Think of this!
Mo Yizhan's eyes fell on Mo Wentian again. He looked at Mo Wentian and said with a smile: "I heard that you like Qingcheng very much. Let's do this. As long as you hand over two red fruits, I will let Qingcheng marry how are you?"
"Hand over two red fruits?"
"Leave Mo Qingcheng to me?"
The smile on Mo Wentian's face became increasingly weird.
Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian, but his face was full of confidence. Mo Qingcheng had a seventh-level spiritual root, and he was also a genius at the peak of spiritual gathering.
For Mo Qingcheng to marry Mo Wentian with a first-class spiritual root, this is definitely Mo Wentian's blessing.
"Master, your terms are very tempting!"
Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan, took a deep breath, and then spoke again: "But it's a pity that I don't like the second lady!"
"You don't like it?"
Mo Yizhan frowned, and then asked in a deep voice: "Then what do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Mo Wentian grinned, and then said: "Wentian is very envious of the eldest lady, I don't know..."
"presumptuous!"
Mo Yizhan's expression suddenly turned cold. The eldest lady of the Mo family was a person comparable to Mo Tianxiao.
It is rumored that this eldest lady is only one year older than Mo Qingcheng, but now she is already a core disciple of Sword God Mountain.
His cultivation has reached infinitely close to the Four Symbols Realm!
Such a genius is the pride of the Mo family, so how can Mo Wentian covet it? Seeing Mo Wentian, Mo Yizhan's eyes were filled with coldness!
"Master, calm down!"
When the third elder heard this, he quickly stepped forward.
In my heart, I was secretly sweating for Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian is so arrogant.
How dare you have thoughts about the eldest lady!
"Why is the head of the family so angry? The head of the house doesn't have what I want. Naturally, these three red fruits from Wentian will not be given to waste!"
Mo Wentian smiled indifferently, turned around and prepared to leave!
"you… "
There was a flash of coldness in Mo Yizhan's eyes, and a trace of murderous intent passed through his eyes, but he seemed to have remembered something, and the murderous intent in Mo Yizhan's eyes suddenly disappeared!
"They are just first-class trash. If it weren't for Tian Xiao's sake, how would I put the three red fruits in your hands!"
Mo Yizhan's eyes were full of coldness!