Game of Reincarnation: I Have Infinite Talent!

Chapter 177 Evaluation

In the empty yard, it was suddenly very quiet. Only the small puddle on the ground seemed to tell the seriousness and perseverance of the young man.

The moonlight is like silk, sprinkled all over the cool night, and small puddles reflect the stars in the sky.

Suddenly, a slender figure walked out of the empty courtyard. I saw the spirit flow around the figure, and the scenery changed, so that others could not see his appearance at all.

The figure quietly looked at the puddles on the ground, and then at Lu Xuan’s closed door, as if talking to himself, a cold voice appeared.

“Although the water is small, it can also reflect the stars and become one of its own. Although the talent is too poor, the Dao heart is firm, and it is hard to say the future.”

Obviously, the second half of the sentence that the figure said was exactly his evaluation of Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan’s talent is firmly in the top five in handymanship, and coupled with his slightly revealed kendo comprehension, it is not impossible to compete for the first person in handymanship.

This kind of talent turned out to be just “too bad.”

“It’s just… why is it the fate of the emperor?”

The figure suddenly spoke, and then dissipated its aura, revealing its original appearance. A snow-white 06-sleeve ancient costume with picturesque eyebrows and a folding fan in his hand, naturally revealing a gentle and handsome, like a handsome family prince.

And his eyebrows were filled with incomparable confidence and pride, which was deeply concentrated on his body, and it became a strong fierceness.

Only the tenderness of that face reveals that this gentle and fierce master is just a teenager.

In this way, the phrase “the talent is too bad” makes sense, because this young man is qualified to be a talent that looks at anyone!

In front of him, there is no genius! Below him, all are mediocre!

Just because he is Mo Ziyan!

“Just, why is it the emperor’s fate?”

Mo Ziyan frowned slightly, and his deep eyes carried a trace of emotion that was not common to him-doubt.

He is Mo Ziyan, his mind is like a ghost, and there are not many things that can make him doubt. But it did.

He couldn’t understand why the handyman named Lu Xuan was just natural talent, and what reason was there to be able to bear the emperor’s fate?

Mo Ziyan couldn’t understand it for a long time, suddenly his eyes condensed, his gaze was like electricity, he looked at the shadow of a corner of the yard, and spoke lightly.

come out.

“Haha, Junior Brother Mo, why, are you also interested in this kid?” A man in a red robe walked out of the shadows, seeing that his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Chen Tong from the previous few days.

“Oh, it turned out to be Senior Brother Chen Fengchen, it’s been a long time.” Mo Ziyan smiled slightly.

This Chen Feng is one of the two existing inner disciples of the Evil Cloud Sect. He and Chen Tong are compatriots, and they have already broken through the ascension and transcendence realm in their cultivation, reaching the perfect alchemy.

“Yes, Junior Brother Mo. I heard from Brother She said that a handyman in the new mountain is very interesting. It seems to be called Lu Xuan, so I came here to take a look.

“Haha, I said why, it turned out that Chen Tong couldn’t kill this kid himself, so he went to find you.” Mo Ziyan slapped the fan and laughed loudly.

Chen Feng frowned upon hearing this, shook his head and said: “Junior Brother Mo said and laughed, then Lu Xuan was given a soul jade by Xia Mo, and he was iron-hearted to protect each other. The brother’s hands must be hurt and friendly.

“So you control Xia Mo so that Chen Zhang can easily do it?” Mo Ziyan deliberately showed his face and suddenly realized it, surprised. Chen Feng could not help but feel a deep mockery.

“Haha, Junior Brother Mo, this son’s life is a matter of whether the younger brother can be promoted to the inner sect smoothly. Please don’t be nosy and force me to do it with you.” Chen Feng was so angry that he couldn’t help but use his strength to suppress Mozi’s words.

He has the cultivation base of the early stage of pill shaping, which is one more realm than Mo Ziyan who is still in the ascendant realm now.

“No matter what Brother Chen Feng said, I didn’t want to care about it,” Mo Ziyan was talking, Yu Feng turned, his eyes lightly looked at Chen Feng, his clothes were windless, his aura slowly rose. But… brother, don’t think that Mo Ziyan is afraid of you.”

“Junior brother, don’t be kidding, you should still be promoted, I have already formed a pill, how can I bully the small with big things.” Chen Feng said with a smile.

“You can try it.” Mo Ziyan smiled and gestured.

Chen Feng’s smile suddenly stopped, and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

Although he said he was a realm higher than Mo Ziyan, Chen Feng couldn’t help but beat a drum in his heart when he thought of Mo Ziyan’s unpredictable arrow skills, body skills, keen intuition, and deep scheming.

He dare not.

“Haha, let’s make another day.” Chen Feng’s expression was unnaturally vague, and he didn’t even look at Mo Ziyan again before turning around and flying away.

Mo Ziyan looked at Chen Feng, who was away, with disdain. Haha, count you as acquaintance.

“Emperor fate… so good…”

Mo Ziyan glanced at Lu Xuan’s direction, was silent for a moment, his figure blurred again, and then left calmly

In a blink of an eye, the stars are hidden and the moon is hidden, and it is another morning.

Lu Xuan felt his sore and numb body, and couldn’t help smiling bitterly: This requirement of 500 strokes each for splitting and lifting the sword is really not easy to do! Up to now, his arms can’t help but tremble.

Despite the soreness of body 823, Lu Xuan still got up early. After washing and breathing for a while, he then took the wooden sword and walked into the yard to practice swordsmanship.

With a sword cut, Lu Xuan’s eyes were extremely focused. The eyes follow the sword, the sword follows the heart, and the heart follows the eyes. Every mention and one cut are natural.

After nearly a hundred swords, Lu Xuan slowly retracted the sword, straightened his chest and closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

Afterwards, he sat in meditation, regaining his strength while breathing in practice, and refused to waste any time.

Concentrated people will naturally not waste time idle, just like Lu Xuan. He will not let time be wasted on laziness, let alone wasted in a daze.

His time, every minute and every second, was like water in the palm of his hand, which he held tightly. Then it flowed down the fingertips, drop by drop gathered in the growing river, carrying the boat called the future, and finally sailing to the far shore.

Time passed, and another two months passed in a blink of an eye. In the summer of July, the scorching sun baked the earth, as if the clouds and mists in the outer gate area had become thinner.

“Condensate into the body, travel through the sky, and the spirit waves layer by layer, to break the ear orifice.” At noon, in the residence of the Xieyunzong handyman area, Lu Xuan held the spirit stone in one hand and the other. The bamboo slips of the promotion trick are being read carefully.