Chapter 6 Yin and Yang Hunyuan Gong

Looking at the snow flying outside the hall, the head of the sect sat on the ground and smiled slightly.

"The secret of Dugu Nine Swords is small, and the sky is endless. I am Huashan, haha."

Zhou Mo's face changed in surprise: "Dugu Nine Swords?"

"Yes, my son, with this Dugu Nine Swords, the Huashan Sect can stand tall in the world. Why do you have to fight south and north, and the trees are fascinated in the forest?"

Elder Zhenyuan Peak agreed.

"Zhou Mo, you have just made contributions to protecting Huashan. When you come back now, the elders can decide not to blame you for the past."

The elders agreed, and the head nodded and agreed.

Zhou Mo laughed.

"There is a saying that the temple is small and the wind is strong, and the water is shallow. You guys are all intrigues, but they are turtles shrouding to the outside world. I, Zhou Mo, can die under the sword, but I will never survive in this mountain nest."

After speaking, Zhou Mo took his sword and walked out of the hall, running away among the vast goose feathers.

He stood on a secluded hillside, looking down at the mountain road, and saw Zhang San standing at the head of a man in black.

"Oh, this kind of disciple, who holds the Nine Swords of Dugu, could have dominated the world, but now it's a pity that he has buried Mount Hua."

Then, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his breath of blood surged, spitting out, and blood stained the snowy face.

I am afraid my life will be in the near future.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Li Muye limping away not far from Zhang San.

Such scenes reminded Zhou Mo of the scene when he was weak, and with the fact that Makino, who went up the mountain to answer his confusion, a feeling of pity arose.

Alas, a traitor, I looked through it all my life and saw others using the Nine Swords of Dugu. I am afraid that this young man is already jealous of envy.

Suddenly, Zhou Mo looked closely and saw that Li Muye's root and bone qualifications were excellent.

Good, you Huashan Sect, not only did you bury the holder of Dugu Nine Swords, but you also ordered such geniuses to be tragic. Unfortunately, how could I sit still and watch? Well, my fate is determined, and this skill requires someone to succeed. Young man, you are really lucky.

Zhou Mo jumped down and came to Li Muye.

"Isn't it a pity that such a genius buried Mount Hua?"

Li Muye felt nervous and saw that it was the man in black just now. Damn it, he only wanted to kill the thief, but forgot to let the system conceal his strength and show him the identity of the holder of the Dugu Nine Swords.

Li Mu was ambitious and thought that the man wanted to avenge the man in black, but because of the use of mystery, he exhausted his internal strength and was unable to resist, so he shouted.

"You are in the same group as the man in black. You need to kill and cut, so I'll have fun with grandpa."

Zhou Mo was shocked, and he and the man in black intended to subvert Huashan. The boy's remarks at this moment must be to survive and die with the Huashan Sect. There are more men of such blood in Huashan, so why worry about not staying in the martial arts world?

"Young man, don't worry. I and the man in black are just using each other. Moreover, I have only been joining the organization for three years. At this moment, I have left the organization. Huashan is full of mud, and I have no intention of subverting it at this moment."

Li Muye breathed a sigh of relief, who cares whether you subvert Huashan or not? As long as it is not a trouble for me, what does it have to do with me? Moreover, you just joined the gang three years ago, I guess it has nothing to do with my slaughter.

"So that's it. Then please ask senior to borrow the message. I want to go down the mountain."

“Go down the mountain?”

Zhou Mo praised the young man in front of him more and more. He must have seen that the Huashan School was covered with mud and did not want to join in.

But the boy is still too young.

"Young man, it's good to have a good life, but the mountain is dangerous. You have no power to tie a chicken. If you meet a strong man, wouldn't it be a pity for this passion?"

In fact, Li Muye wanted to go down the mountain to find revenge in the black organization. But after hearing Zhou Mo's words, he realized his situation. He could only fight against first-level warriors. If he met a god on the ground, wouldn't he have to take advantage of his life?

Seeing Muye confused, Zhou Mo nodded and thought to himself that this child has a good understanding. He trained himself well. Maybe he could fight against the sixth-level warriors with his own strength within ten years. At that time, he might be able to make a living in the world.

"Ahem."

"Sir, please give me advice."

Makino is very respectful. Although the other party is just a second-level warrior who is not enough to fight by himself, his experience in dealing with people and worldly affairs still needs to be learned by himself.

"I have a sword technique for casting evil here to teach you."

Zhou Mo put the evil sword technique in Muye's hand, feeling proud, thinking that the young man must be grateful at this moment.

"Although the evil-casting sword technique is easy to bewitch the mind, it can still be used as long as I keep practicing my state of mind. Although I have a strong murderous aura, this is my original appearance and it is not related to sword rituals."

Li Muye looked at the technique in his hand that he had obtained a few days ago but was quickly deleted, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

You also have to practice your state of mind, what kind of garbage exercises?

But Li Muye still bowed and stuffed the book back.

"Sir, good intentions, Makiya is determined to win, but I will not receive any rewards."

Zhou Mo was shocked by Li Muye. Good, you young man, so poor, you don’t accept this vain food. This is the gift of a saint.

Li Muye turned around and left. He thought to himself, since he could not defeat the warriors in the earthly fairyland, why not stay in Huashan for a few more years? Then I will break through to the earthly fairyland, and will I still beat the martial arts world?

But Zhou Mo mistakenly thought that he was going down the mountain.

"Young man, what do you want to do when you go down the mountain?"

"Going the mountain?" Li Muye mistakenly thought Zhou Mo was asking him why he wanted to go down the mountain at the beginning.

"After senior, I have a deep blood revenge with the black organization. If I don't take this revenge, I'm not a man."

Zhou Mo's eyes were blurred with tears. What a good boy, he regarded Huashan as his home. The Huashan faction was threatened by the subversion of the Black-clothed organization, so he formed a bloody hatred with the other party. How loyal!

Huashan School, you are really blind!

"Young man," Zhou Mo wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes: "You overlooked one thing."

"Please give me advice."

"I was a member of the Black Organization before. It's always good to go down the mountain to take revenge. It's always good to collect clues first. You can start with me."

Only then did Li Muye realize that he had made a mistake.

Isn't you able to get clues by knocking out the man in black in front of me and asking him? That's so stupid.

Unfortunately, my internal strength is exhausted and I cannot fight, which is hateful.

However, this man in black has only been in the army for three years and has also used his relationship with the black organization. What is the value? If you do it rashly, it will be detrimental to me, so let him go.

Zhou Mo was still silent in his own world.

"If you want to get clues, you have to take me as your teacher."

Li Muye's eyes trembled. You are only a second-level warrior. When my internal strength recovers, you can tear you into pieces with one move "Not leaving in the snow". You actually made me recognize you as your teacher. What's your virtue?

He was about to refuse, but was interrupted by Zhou Mo's words.

"Ask me as my teacher, I plan to pass on your Yin-Yang Hunyuan Gong."

Yin and Yang Hunyuan Gong, one of the top god-level mental methods in the world, can enable practitioners to quickly recover their internal strength and be a perfect match for Dugu Nine Swords that consume a lot of internal strength.

Li Muye immediately knelt down: "Master, I'll be bowed by my disciple."

Zhou Mo smiled and said that this child actually recognized a person who intended to subvert his teacher for clues from the Black Organization. How tolerate this, it is so tolerant that a child can teach.

Zhou Mo helped him up.

"Do you know the Five Mountains Sword Contest in a few months? This time it is held in Huashan, and the organization of the man in black will have another action."
Chapter completed!