Since she arrived at this small courtyard, Ye Yunji has been quietly by her side. She doesn't know what she is thinking. She often smiles a bit of bad smiles on the corner of her mouth, but she turns a blind eye to the letters left by Mo Qingqiu.
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"My martial arts and sword skills are very different from Wuji Holy Heaven. Other people's experiences and insights are not helpful to me, but may affect my own holy mind. Besides, Lord Jun may also
I don’t want these letters to fall into my eyes, but I just have to take them out because I’m forced to do so.” Ye Yunji said with a smile.
Not only Qingfan saw Mo Qingqiu's previous embarrassment, but he also saw some clues. He could even guess why Mo Qingqiu suddenly took out these letters. But like Qingfan, he also had a tacit understanding.
Stay silent.
Qing Fan was afraid of hurting his master's face, but he was afraid of affecting the fighting spirit of Gu Fenghua and others. After all, he could fight with a strong man like Mo Qingqiu so without any scruples, and fight against Wuji Shengtian without any scruples.
It is a rare opportunity for a saint, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to have such an opportunity for communication and discussion between each other.
It would be a pity if Gu Fenghua and others saw Mo Qingqiu's helplessness and wasted opportunities in vain.
As for the pain in the heart of the Lord Mo, he couldn't care about so much. Anyway, with his cultivation level, he could not die, and he would be injured at most and be depressed for a while. And the dignified Lord, no one has any number
What is the long life span of thousands of years? What is this small injury or depression that has been through bloody storms?
Ye Yunji obviously ignored one thing. This little injury and such a little depression are really nothing to the dignified Lord Jun Zhi, but the problem is that Jun Zhi will also hurt, and it will be as piercing as it hurts.
Heart-wrenching.
"What does it mean?" Gu Fenghua's mind was full of Mo Qingqiu's letters. He didn't think too much, but just asked subconsciously.
"It's nothing, you can understand it carefully. Also, if you still have a chance to fight with Lord Jun next time, you should never keep your hand. That is the minimum respect for a strong man.
Besides, Lord, I will hand over such a precious note to you. If you cannot let him see your insights improve, wouldn’t it be a disappointment to his efforts?” Ye Yunji said with a solemn look on his face.
"Well, I remember." Gu Fenghua nodded vigorously, not realizing the bad smile behind Ye Yunji's solemn expression.
Fortunately, Lord Mo did not hear Ye Yunji's earnest advice, otherwise the idea of changing just now would have to be another 180-degree turn.
The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling sound of paper pages turning occasionally.
Before we knew it, the sky became dark and the bright moonlight fell on the earth. Gu Fenghua and his friends looked through the note and were completely unaware of it. It was not until the dark clouds gradually rose in the middle of the night, blocking the moonlight that the few people reacted and closed.
Letters go back to your room to rest.
However, a trace of fish white appeared in the sky, and Gu Fenghua's figure appeared in the yard again. She held the sword in both hands, calmed down for a long time, and then slowly slashed out with a sword, then withdrew the sword, concentrated, and slowly slashed out with a sword.
Then he retracted his sword again, concentrated his mind, and slowly slashed out with one sword, and continued.
What she was practicing at this time was the sixth sword among the eight swords of Guiyuan, killing the prehistoric world!