Yang Qingxuan said in a daze: "What you said is too mysterious, can you be simpler?"
Mo Jinfeng smiled slightly, and said, "No. You can gradually feel it when you practice here."
Yang Qingxuan said: "Thank you for your advice, sir."
Mo Jinfeng looked at him, his eyes suddenly flashed red, and said: "Can you show me all your martial arts?"
Yang Qingxuan suddenly became vigilant, and responded calmly: "My lord should have seen the battle in the hall before."
Mo Jinfeng admitted: "Yes, and from my point of view, your martial soul is definitely not a simple sword martial soul. It should be based on the sword and derived from a martial soul with terrifying abilities."
Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly and said, "Since your lord has guessed it, why bother to read it again."
Mo Jinfeng smiled faintly, and said: "Everyone's martial soul is their own greatest secret, and it's human nature that you don't want to reveal it. Just stay in the mirror ground and practice well. The ranking battle in the inner court will soon be over. Now that you have started, I believe you will achieve remarkable results."
After saying that, Mo Jinfeng's figure disappeared, turned into a pool of spiritual liquid, fell back into the lake, and spread out in ripples.
Yang Qingxuan looked at the spirit liquid all over the floor, frowned and said: "This Mo Jinfeng comes and goes without a trace, but seems to be spying on you all the time. My martial spirit has already aroused his suspicion. It seems that he should be more careful."
This mirror is empty and far away, and there is no end in sight, and I don't know where other people are.
At the moment, not wanting to waste any more time, he sat cross-legged in the spiritual liquid and began to practice.
The aura that surged from the earth, like strands of white mist, nourished the body and the meridians, and the heaven and earth were filled with faint soul power, which was also very beneficial to the martial soul.
Although Yang Qingxuan possesses two extremely powerful martial souls, and there are enemies and the Taixuan Sword Tomb in the world, they are all broken and damaged, and he has been repairing himself as his cultivation base improves.
At this moment, the soul imprint flickered between his brows, more than a dozen swords manifested all over his body, and were inserted into the ground, and a fierce aura waved, quietly.
And under the operation of Qingyang Wujing, a picture of a green dragon appeared behind him, with natural charm and lifelike charm.
"This is… "
Somewhere in the mirror ground, Mo Jinfeng opened his eyes, his eyes were red, he looked forward in shock, and muttered to himself: "What a strong martial spirit, what a powerful technique, it actually gives me a dangerous feeling ,how so?!"
Suddenly a woman's voice came, and said calmly: "The ancient sages said: don't look at injustice, don't listen to injustice, don't speak inappropriate, don't move inappropriate. Is Mr. Jin Feng's voyeurism a heroic act?"
The red light in Mo Jinfeng's eyes disappeared, and he returned to normal, and said with a smile: "The old man is just a bad old man, he is not a hero at all."
The water ripples in front of him rippled from a distance, and a wonderful figure came walking on the spiritual liquid, it was Wu Qiyue.
Fairy and jade, with light steps, her figure is hidden in the lake water, ethereal and beautiful, every time she takes a small step, a golden light emerges under her feet and disperses with the water waves.
It seemed that the pace was slow, but within two steps, he was in front of Mo Jinfeng.
Mo Jinfeng's eyes flashed, and he said, "You came here to preach to the old man, didn't you?"
"Of course not."
Wu Qiyue smiled slightly, and said: "Recently practicing, there are a few difficulties that I can't answer, I want to ask you for advice."
Mo Jinfeng said: "You girl, you have a terrifying talent, but you are also eccentric. You come here at this time. Do you think the old man will believe what you say?"
Wu Qiyue said with a smile: "Tiancong Academy emphasizes teaching without discrimination. Mr. Jin Feng is the master of this mirror land, so he should give more guidance to the younger generation."
Mo Jinfeng snorted coldly and closed his eyes.
Wu Qiyue smiled lightly, parted her thin lips, and said slowly: "I want to know, to what extent has Mr. Jin Feng merged with this mirror of the sky?"
Mo Jinfeng trembled all over, opened his eyes suddenly, two sharp gazes were like knives, shot at Wu Qiyue, and said coldly: "What did you say?!"
The surrounding spiritual fluid surged up and spread towards Wu Qiyue's body like a layer of water film, covering her feet, skirt, waist, and arms until her throat, leaving only one head outside.
Wu Qiyue didn't change her face, and said with a smile: "I'm just asking, do you need to be so nervous? After all, fusion of martial souls is not uncommon in this galaxy."
Mo Jinfeng's crimson eyes stared at her coldly, as if he wanted to see through the heart of this stunning girl.
"If you ask too many questions, you will die."
"Huh? Hehe, you are the teacher of the academy, and I am a student. How can there be any reason for a teacher to kill a student?"
Wu Qiyue smiled and said, from the beginning to the end, she didn't move, as if she didn't care that she was controlled by others.
Mo Jinfeng said coldly: "This old man is not a reasonable person."
Wu Qiyue squinted her big eyes and said, "That's about..."
"fist!"
Mo Jinfeng pinched the formula seal in his hand, and the spiritual liquid immediately rushed up Wu Qiyue's throat, wrapping her head in it.
At this point, Wu Qiyue's whole body was completely covered by the spirit liquid, as if she was immersed in water.
But the smile on the corner of Wu Qiyue's mouth never disappeared, on the contrary, Mo Jinfeng's face continued to sink.
…
Yang Qingxuan was cultivating in the mirror ground with a straight mind and no external objects. The Qinglong picture behind him became clearer, and the Taixuan Sword Tomb was nourished, and the number of swords manifested around him continued to increase.
"What's this?"
Yang Qingxuan was startled suddenly, opened his eyes, and found seven huge light clusters emerged above the mirror ground, and countless green lights revolved around these seven light clusters, outlining a huge pattern.
"The exercise plan of the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic!"
Yang Qingxuan looked in horror. The pattern on the sky complemented the projection on the mirror. The direction of each meridian, the strength of energy, and the running route were all clearly visible.
And in this blue dragon map, there are a lot of inexplicable runes flashing in it, "These words..."
Those runes are all composed of cyan characters one by one, obscure and difficult to understand, seem to contain infinite rules, and they are shocking at a glance.
It was not the first time that the Qinglong map had appeared, but it was the first time Yang Qingxuan had seen it with his own eyes, and it was so detailed that it shocked him a lot.
He looked at the exercise map, without blinking his eyes, letting time go by, completely immersed in it, self-forgetful, as if there was only one person and one dragon left in the world, staring at each other.
After an unknown period of time, Yang Qingxuan's body trembled, and the sword mark on the center of his eyebrows flickered, and then thousands of rays of light shot out, casting them across the entire plane.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
The entire Sword Tomb began to appear on Pinghu.
"How is this going?!"
Yang Qingxuan was horrified, and suddenly remembered Mo Jinfeng's words: "This realm of the sky can see that the four elements are inherently empty, and the five aggregates are non-existent."
"The four elements are inherently empty, but the five aggregates are non-existent? What exactly do you mean? Can it reveal all the skills and martial arts of a person?!"
Let's talk about the update. Now the second watch time every day is 12:00 noon and 22:00 pm. There is a lot of time at the beginning of the year, and I am afraid that the quality of writing will not be good when I slow down. I am responsible to everyone. Those who update N every day, the monthly manuscript fee is several times, even dozens of times, I am also envious. And faster, higher sales, and more recommendations from the platform, I think so too. But return to the original heart and ask yourself, squeeze out a bunch of words that you are not satisfied with, and post them to collect money, will you be happy? I don't know about others, but I won't be happy.
(end of this chapter)