Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 7 Don't respect the old and love the young, it's not too much to slap you
"A 15-year-old entry level three, in our sect, can only do odd jobs in the outer sect. How did she become the sect master's direct disciple? The threshold for the Tuoyue sect is too low."

"Haven't you seen it clearly? It must be Tuoyuezong who wants to send someone to be beaten. Such a delicate little girl must have been dragged here temporarily. It's so pitiful."

The other disciples of Tuo Yuezong gritted their teeth and persisted. Mo Yu looked around curiously, as if he couldn't understand that the cynicism was talking about her.

This sect is obviously richer than Tuo Yuezong. The decorations and buildings are brand new, magnificent and grand, and it already has the style of a big sect.

At this time, a group of disciples from Shuiyunzong came towards them and blocked their way.

Several people are strong and strong, and their cultivation has reached the fifth level of the foundation stage. It seems that their status in the sect is not low.

The leading man stepped forward, "Hey, who is leading your team?"

Qi Qi, a disciple of the Tuo Yue Sect, looked at Mo Yu.

Mo Yu, "..."

The leading disciple looked Mo Yu up and down, and then laughed.

"Entry level three? Is there no one in your Yueyue sect? Why did you send a 15-year-old entry level three?"

The disciple of the Tuoyue Sect on the side gritted his teeth angrily, "This is our suzerain's direct disciple!"

As a result, the Shuiyun Sect disciple laughed even louder.

"How can you still be a direct disciple with this kind of talent? Haha... Sure enough, your Moon Sect is a place for garbage."

The corner of Mo Yu's mouth slowly curled into a sneer.

How many years have I not experienced being provoked and ridiculed.

So interesting, exciting...

[Ding dong!You have a new check-in task, within an hour, check the flaws of the Shuiyun Sect's upright exercises. 】

Little bastard, if you don't respect the old and love the young, it's not too much to slap you.

She was about to step forward, when suddenly, a sword flew over from a distance, attacking directly towards the square.

Mo Yu frowned, grabbed the arm of the disciple beside him, and shouted, "Back!"

Her reaction was extremely fast, and she led her disciples to a safe place just a second before the sword flew over.

On the contrary, the group of disciples of Shuiyunzong were unlucky.

Especially the leading man was directly smashed straight, his body flew directly tens of meters, 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 Yujian came and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't control my natal magic weapon well, and I don't know why, it suddenly lost control."

"Are you all okay?"

This change came too fast, and the scene was chaotic.

Mo Yu, a disciple of Tuoyuezong, reminded him in time that he was not injured at all.

They patted their chests and rejoiced, "It's so dangerous, the natal magic weapon suddenly lost control, and the lethality caused is terrible!"

A disciple covered his mouth and snickered, "Haha, the few who spoke rudely to us just now are so miserable, they were all injured."

The worst thing was the leading man, who was hit by the long sword and hit by the stone pillar twice, and now he has passed out.

When the Shuiyun Sect disciples were cleaning up the mess, half of the stone pillar broke and collapsed, almost hitting several disciples.

Mo Yu straightened his clothes, but unfortunately, it was not her turn to act.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and at this moment, a handsome young man walked over, dressed in white, and playing with a folding fan in his hand.

Seeing the embarrassment of the Shuiyun Sect disciples, the man's expression darkened, "What are you all doing?"

Seeing Tuo Yuezong's disciple Haoduanduan standing aside watching the show, his face became even more ugly.

"Guys, come with me. My name is Lan Feipeng. I'm the second elder's direct disciple. You've come from afar. My junior has spoken rudely to you. Here, I apologize on their behalf."

Mo Yu lazily said: "Your disciples are quite capable. The natal magic weapon flies around, and it can even fly to your own heads with precision."

The disciples of the Tuoyue Sect next to him laughed from time to time.

Lan Feipeng's face was gloomy.

Too shameful!

These bastards, in front of Tuo Yuezong's trash, actually played off their talisman.

It doesn't matter if you take it off for fun, at least you hit these trash and give them a blow.

As a result, he only hit his own people, making him so embarrassed.

Lose your face!

"That's a group of ordinary inner disciples who have just broken through the golden core stage, and they haven't fully mastered the talisman."

He emphasized the phrase, 'ordinary inner disciples'.

Their Shui Yunzong only regarded the disciples of the golden core stage as ordinary inner disciples, and inadvertently stunned.

Mo Yu nodded, "Oh, the strength is really not enough."

Lan Feipeng gritted his teeth angrily.

Not good at strength?

You Tuoyuezong are obviously more rubbish, right?

"I've heard that your Tuoyue Sect can even become an inner sect disciple at the third level of entry. In comparison, is our Shuiyun Sect stronger than you?"

The disciples of the Tuoyue Sect on the side were all a little angry, but they were helpless. The overall strength of the Shuiyun Sect was indeed stronger than them.

I'm afraid that this time the sect will really withdraw from the ranks of the fifth-rank sects.

Mo Yu said: "We entrust the disciples of the inner sect of the Moon Sect, we will not play off the magic weapon of our own destiny and hit our own people."

Lan Feipeng, "..." It's endless, right?

On the other side, several Shuiyun Sect disciples who had taken the healing elixir glared at the culprit together.

"Brother Zhao, can you hit it more accurately? We hit one of our own!"

Brother Zhao scratched the back of his head, "What? Hit it right? I didn't even think about hitting people. I was practicing my sword, and my talisman suddenly lost control. I hit you. I'm sorry."

At the end, Mo Yu patted Lan Feipeng's arm.

"Don't be discouraged either. For things like talismans, you just need to find a practice method to cultivate your spirit, and you won't have such worries."

Lan Feipeng was so old that he almost spit out.

Just you, a little entry-level third-order waste, actually taught him to refine his soul with earnest words?

The other disciples of Tuoyue Sect turned their heads away, unable to bear to look directly at them.

You are a small beginner, so don't teach others how to practice, okay?
Just now, he just patted Lan Feipeng's arm, and Mo Yu used his soul power to see through Lan Feipeng.

This disciple passed on by the elder himself is definitely practicing the most authentic inherited technique of the Shuiyun Sect, the low-grade "Water Mirror Nether Technique".

This technique is extremely domineering. It uses spirit to control things, and it is embodied as sword cultivation. It can be practiced with different Taoism methods, which can strengthen the body and strengthen the body, so as to continuously expand the meridians and speed up the cultivation speed.

But such exercises are often accompanied by the most fatal flaws.

That is the soul.

If the soul cannot be tempered, it is useless to improve the cultivation base quickly, and mistakes often occur during cultivation.

That natal magic weapon out of control is a typical example.

(End of this chapter)