His sword was swung very slowly, making it look light and airy, like a three-year-old kid dancing with a gun and a stick.
The sword moves are completely different from the Dawn Jiuji Sword in the Sword Code.
The surrounding teenagers who were struggling to imitate sword moves couldn't help but be attracted by Mu Yu's strange way of dancing with the sword, and they all cast confused and mocking glances.
"What is this man doing? Is he practicing the Jiu Ji Sword of Dawn? Why does he look like a girl?"
"Hahaha, if you can't understand Jiandian, just don't understand. No one will laugh at him, but who is he showing off to?"
"You don't understand. When you reach the ultimate level of swordsmanship, you can reach the state of returning to nature. It may seem like a random sword strike, but it actually contains a great truth. Haha, I can't even make it up myself."
"If he were a sword master, he might be able to return to his original nature, but just by him, it would make people laugh to death."
"Actually, I'm very grateful to him. I thought that a swordsman idiot like me would be at the bottom. I didn't expect that there would be someone worse than me, competing with me for the bottom position."
Seeing Mu Yu like this, cynicism and sarcasm came to Mu Yu like a tide.
Even people who had gained nothing before and were extremely frustrated were amused after seeing Mu Yu's poor demonstration, and confidence suddenly emerged in their hearts.
Seeing Mu Yu's miserable state, Feng Weitian, who had already practiced his fourth sword, stopped practicing and looked at Mu Yu with a sarcastic look.
"Waste! What a waste!"
Feng Weitian sneered at the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but curse secretly: "With your talent, you have spoken arrogantly and shamelessly before. If that mysterious man hadn't secretly attacked me, how could you possibly have hurt me?"
Mu Yu was immersed in the artistic conception, and he did not hear the sounds outside at all.
The movements of his hands continued, and to outsiders, they looked like they were waving extremely clumsily.
However, inadvertently, invisible white mist emitted from the sword.
Under the intense sunlight, these wisps of white mist appear extremely transparent and no one can detect it.
The white mist left Mu Yu's sword and merged into the ground.
The withered and yellow grasses, after absorbing the power of the white mist, raised their withered 'heads', and the withered yellow grass all over their bodies was completely washed away, glowing green again, and regained their lively attitude.
But no one could notice this tiny change.
When the three hours were over, Mu Yu finally stopped swinging his sword and opened his eyes.
At this moment, he felt that he had been practicing the Dawn Jiuji Sword for not three hours, but three years.
The ten elders of the Northwest Spiritual Academy lined up in order, and each one stepped forward to show off the Nine-pole Dawn Sword that they had learned in these three hours.
The first one to step forward to demonstrate was a fat man.
He looked a little flustered, so he could only bite the bullet, picked up the long sword, and imitated the first sword swing.
The sword moves looked awkward and without any momentum.
The white-robed old man who was the leader of the ten elders shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment, and he waved his hand and said: "I haven't even learned the basics of the first sword. It's too bad. Go ahead and score 20 points." ”
Giving this fat man 20 points is already a great deal of respect, but given his level, giving him 0 points is not an exaggeration.
"Next!"
The second person to demonstrate was a young man who had just mocked Mu Yu.
He walked up to the ten elders, picked up the sword and immediately started swinging it.