Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards Chapter 69

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

　　Fang Qingxian was the one who came.

　　 "Brother Mu, you are finally out!"

　　 "I haven't dared to disturb you before."

　　 "Something happened in the clan."

　　 Fang's leisurely expression is a bit flustered!

　　 Seeing this, Mu Feifan's face darkened slightly.

　　 He has a bad omen.

"What's wrong?"

　　 "Is there a strong enemy who killed the sect?"

　　 "Crisis of extinction?"

　　 Fang Qingxian opened his mouth wide when he saw Mu Feifan's face looking upright.

　　 I swallowed everything I wanted to say.

　　 "It doesn't seem to be that serious." He said embarrassedly.

　　 Mu Feifan: "What happened to that?"

　　 Fang said leisurely: "The high-ranking clan wants to check everyone's swordsmanship!"

　　 "I heard that Sect Master Yan personally inspected!"

　　 "All unqualified disciples must go home and reflect."

　　 "When will the practice session be completed, can I come back again!"

　　 "Even Jianlu is included!"

　　 Fuck!

　　 Mu Fandian was dumbfounded.

　　 Isn't this just the teacher's surprise homework?

　　 Doing homework or something, I hate it the most!

　　 Unexpectedly, after cultivating immortals, he still can't escape the sanctions of homework.

　　 The most important thing is that I said before that I don't practice cheap!

　　 "How many days are there for inspections?" Mu Feifan asked.

　　 Fang Qingxian counts.

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

Depend on!

　　 Mu Feihua was speechless.

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

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

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

　　 When I heard it, I felt a little better.

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

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

　　 Mu extraordinary:...

　　 Isn't that one thousand and eighty tricks?

　　I can't practice until I die!

　　 Really live to grow old, learn to grow old!

　　 At this time, he saw Fang Qingxian's complacent look and asked: "Should you not..."

　　 Fang leisurely patted his chest, and said with great confidence: "Brother Mu, rest assured, I have all of it!"

　　 "I will teach you!"

　　 "You mean, if you come to teach me, I can learn everything in two days?" Mu Feihua asked.

　　 "No, definitely better than Hong Yu!" Fang Qing said leisurely.

　　 Mu Feihua was speechless.

　　 "If you can't learn, you have to go home. What good is it that I am better than him?"

　　 Fang said leisurely: "Brother Mu, I think the reason why the senior executives want to check is just to urge everyone."

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

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

　　 "Guarantee one fights two?" Mu Feihua was puzzled.

　　 "Guarantee the last one, and strive for the second one!" Fang Qingxian replied immediately.

Depend on!

　　Is the last one still covered?

　　 Isn't this a sure thing?

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

　　 Fang Qingxian saw the murderous intent in his eyes, and suddenly thought of something, his little heart twitched.

"not always!"

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

　　 "We dare not say or ask what the senior leaders think."

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

　　 To tell the truth, he really didn't want to leave Jianlu as a last resort.

　　 has worked so hard for so long, and it is the time to 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-test assault."

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

　　 Fang held the hilt of the sword at his waist with a leisurely hand.

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

　　 hum!

　　 Long sword shot!

　　 very sharp!

　　 At the same time, he yelled out from Fang Qingxian's mouth.

　　 "There is no woman in my heart, the **** of nature draws the sword, the first page of the sword book, forget the sweetheart!"

　　 Originally Mu Feihua has entered the state.

　　 The three-foot wooden sword also stands proudly.

　　 After hearing this sword tactic, Mu Huan's expression instantly petrified.

　　 The atmosphere disappeared all at once.

　　 The whole paragraph collapsed!

　　 "What's all this mess?"

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

　　 I admire Extraordinary Tucao.

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

　　 "Why don't I give you this one-hundred-eight style exercise again?"

　　 "Okay." Mu Feifan nodded.

　　 The big deal is not to practice the first style!

　　 Fang's leisurely sword immediately danced in the air.

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

　　 The entire small courtyard was filled with Xiao murderous air.

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

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

　　 "The third page of swordsmanship, women are so annoying!"

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

　　 "The fifth page of the sword score, angrily kill the old lover!"

　　 "Swordsmanship page six, not a lover!"

　　 "The seventh page of swordsmanship, no girl will be super god!"

　　 "Sword score 107 pages, abandon love and close your heart!"

　　 "The final page of swordplay, 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 Feifan looked sleepy.

　　 The little turkey in the distance also yawned.

　　 "Are you sleepy?" Mu Feihua asked.

　　 Fang Qingxian shook his head: "There is no woman in my heart, so naturally I am very energetic."

　　 Mu Feifan: "...I'm crazy!"

　　 "What kind of **** names are these?"

　　 "Who created the sword technique of Dahe Jianzong?"

　　 "Are you in a state of love and autism all the year round?"

　　 "That's not right~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dahe Jianzong also has female disciples, how do they practice?"

　　 Fang Qingxian replied: "All the women in the sword book can be replaced by men."

　　 Mu Feihua was completely speechless this time.

　　 No man in my heart?

　　 Are the swordsmanship names of Dahe Swordsman so casual?

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

　　 "Let's hurry up and practice!"

　　 Fang leisurely urged.

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

　　 But how to practice, how awkward.

　　 Xia Yu cicadas are all in front of her eyes.

　　 An hour has passed.

　　 Mu Feihua still didn't learn, and his heart became more and more anxious.

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

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

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

　　 "If you don't practice, I don't think you can practice." Mu Feihua sighed.

　　 And, he finally understands.

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

　　 Mu Feihua pretends that a woman has practiced so hard in her heart.

　　 Hong Yu pretends in his heart, I don't know how many women there are.

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

　　 "After all, you are so talented."

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

　　 "It's too anti-human!"

Chapter end