Chapter 7 Don't respect the old and love the young, it's not too much to slap you
Chapter 7: If you don’t respect the old and love the young, a slap in the face is not too much.
Author: Yi Mo Jian
Chapter 7: If you don’t respect the old and love the young, a slap in the face is not too much.
"A fifteen-year-old entering the third level. In our sect, she can only do odd jobs in the outer sect. How come she has become the direct disciple of the sect leader? The threshold of Tuoyue Sect is too low."
"You haven't seen it clearly yet. The Tuoyue Sect must have wanted to send someone to be beaten. Such a delicate little girl must have been pulled here temporarily. It's so pitiful."
The other disciples of Tuoyue Sect gritted their teeth and persisted. Mo Yu looked around curiously, as if he didn't understand what the cynicism was saying about her.
This sect is obviously richer than the Tuoyue Sect. The decorations and buildings are all brand new, and they are magnificent and grand. It has the style of a large sect.
At this time, a group of Shuiyun Sect disciples came towards them and blocked their way.
Several of them are strong and strong, and their cultivation has reached the fifth level or above of the foundation building stage. It seems that their status in the sect is not low.
The leading man stepped forward and said, "Hey, who is leading your team?"
The Tuoyue Sect disciples all looked at Mo Yu.
Mo Yu, "..."
The leading disciple looked Mo Yu up and down, and then laughed.
"Third level entry level? Is there anyone left in your Tuoyue Sect? Why did you send a fifteen year old entry level three person?"
The Tuoyue Sect disciples on the side gritted their teeth in anger, "This is our sect master's direct disciple!"
As a result, Shuiyun Sect disciples laughed even louder.
"You can actually become a direct disciple with such a talent? Haha... As expected, your Tuoyue Sect is just a place for garbage."
The corner of Mo Yu's mouth slowly curled up into a sneer.
It has been so many years since I have been provoked and ridiculed by others.
It's so interesting and exciting...
[Ding dong! You have a new check-in task. Within one hour, check the flaws of the Shuiyun Sect’s upright exercises. 】
You little bastard, you don't respect the old and love the young, so a slap in the face is not too much.
She was about to step forward, when suddenly, a sword flew from a distance and attacked straight towards the square.
Mo Yu frowned, grabbed the arm of the disciple next to him, and shouted, "Back off!"
Her reaction was extremely fast, and just a second before the sword flew over, she quickly evacuated to a safe place with her disciples.
On the contrary, it was the Shuiyun Sect's group of disciples who were unlucky.
Especially the man at the head was directly hit, his body flew dozens of meters directly, and hit a stone pillar heavily.
This was not over yet, the man fell powerlessly, and then the stone pillar was broken by him, and the broken section also fell and hit him.
"Ah!" he screamed.
A disciple came with a sword and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't control my natal magic weapon well, and I don't know why, but it suddenly got out of control."
"Are you all okay?"
This incident happened so quickly that the scene was chaotic.
The Tuoyue Sect disciple Mo Yu warned him in time and was not injured at all.
They patted their chests and rejoiced, "What a dangerous situation. The magic weapon of this life suddenly went out of control, and the damage caused was terrible!"
One of the disciples covered his mouth and snickered, "Haha, those people who spoke rudely to us just now are so miserable, they were all injured."
The most miserable thing was undoubtedly the leading man. He was hit by a long sword and hit twice by a stone pillar. Now he has fainted.
When the disciples of the Shuiyun Sect were cleaning up the mess, the half-broken stone pillar suddenly collapsed, almost hitting several more disciples.
Mo Yu straightened his clothes, but it was a pity that it wasn't her turn to take action.
The scene was chaotic for a while, and then an extraordinary young man walked over, wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand.
Seeing the embarrassment of the Shuiyun Sect disciples, the man's face darkened, "What are you doing?"
Then he looked at the Tuoyue Sect disciple who was standing aside watching the show, and his expression became even more ugly.
"Guys, come with me. My name is Lan Feipeng, and I am the direct disciple of the second elder. Several of them came from afar. My junior brother made rude remarks to some of them. Here, I apologize on their behalf."
Mo Yu said lazily: "The disciples of your sect are quite capable. Their magic weapons fly everywhere, and they can also fly accurately to your own heads."
From time to time, the Tuoyue Sect disciples next to him heard sneers.
Lan Feipeng's face was gloomy.
What a shame!
This group of bastards, in front of a few losers from Tuoyue Sect, actually managed to get rid of their natal magic weapon.
It's just a matter of knocking them off for fun, but at least they hit these losers and give them a blow.
As a result, he only hit one of his own people, which made him so embarrassed.
Shame on you!
"Those are a group of ordinary inner disciples who have just broken through the golden elixir stage and have not yet fully mastered the magic weapon of their destiny."
He emphasized one sentence, ‘ordinary inner disciples’.
The Shuiyun Sect only regarded the Jindan disciples as ordinary inner disciples, and they inadvertently made a fuss.
Mo Yu nodded, "Oh, my strength is really not good."
Lan Feipeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Not strong enough?
Your Tuoyue Sect is obviously more rubbish, right?
"I have heard that your Tuoyue Sect can even become an inner disciple at the third level of entry. In comparison, is our Shuiyun Sect stronger than you?"
The Tuoyue Sect disciples on the side were a little angry, but there was nothing they could do. The overall strength of the Shuiyun Sect was indeed stronger than them.
I am afraid that this time the sect will really withdraw from the ranks of fifth-grade sects.
Mo Yu said: "We, the inner disciples of Tuoyue Sect, will not take away our natal magic weapon and hit one of our own."
Lan Feipeng, "..." It's endless, right?
On the other side, several Shuiyun Sect disciples who had taken the healing elixir glared at the culprit.
"Senior Brother Zhao, can you hit it more accurately? It hit one of our own!"
Senior Brother Zhao scratched the back of his head, "What? Hit it accurately? I didn't even think about hitting people. I was practicing my sword. My magic weapon suddenly lost control and hit you. I'm sorry."
At the end, Mo Yu patted Lan Feipeng's arm.
"Don't be discouraged. You only need to find a method to practice your magic weapon, and you won't have to worry about it."
Lan Feipeng was so old that he almost spit out his blood.
You, a little entry-level third-level waste, actually taught him how to condense his soul with serious words?
The other disciples of Tuoyue Sect turned their heads and couldn't bear to look directly.
You are a small entry-level person, so don’t teach others how to practice cultivation, okay?
Just after patting Lan Feipeng's arm, Mo Yu used his soul power to see through Lan Feipeng.
This elder's direct disciple is definitely practicing Shuiyun Sect's most authentic inherited technique, the low-grade "Shui Jing You Shu".
This technique is extremely overbearing. It uses the spirit to control objects and manifests itself as sword cultivation and talisman cultivation with different Tao methods. It can train the body, strengthen the body, continuously widen the meridians and speed up the cultivation speed.
But such exercises are often accompanied by the most fatal flaw.
That is the soul.
If the soul cannot be tempered, it will be useless no matter how fast the cultivation level is improved. Mistakes will often occur during cultivation.
The loss of control of the natal magic weapon is a typical example.