Each disciple is not simple

Of course she knew that this was the way to break the impasse!

But she was clearly prepared to test the law herself, pretending to have discovered the method by accident! She was already prepared to get hurt!

Why! Why did Mingjia push her away! Why did Mingjia become the one who got hurt!

Obviously... obviously she could have avoided getting hurt, obviously she could have said the solution earlier...

Why is it always like this! She doesn't want to hurt Mingjia, but Mingjia gets hurt every time because of her!

Jun Moyao was very angry in her heart and mind, and she didn't know whether she was angry at herself or at others.

In a rage, she chopped at the disgusting vines as if to vent her anger.

Mingjia noticed that something was wrong with Jun Moyao, but she thought that Jun Moyao might find these vines too annoying and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible.

Drawing out the Langyue sword, the Langyue made a buzzing sound again. Mingjia lightly flicked the sword, his eyes flashing.

The sword cultivator is as sharp and unyielding as the Langyue Sword itself. It is like chopping cabbages, his heart follows his own movements, and his movements are concise and agile, without a single unnecessary movement, like a chapter of killing.

In less than a cup of tea, all that was left was an empty space, with only the vines piled up like mountains on the ground to show how arrogant they were before.

Jun Moyao stared at Mingjia deeply.

This was the first time she saw Mingjia truly take action.

No matter in her past life or this life, she could not find anyone who could match her in swordsmanship.

Clean and decisive, full of murderous intent, fighting is as easy as breathing.

When he doesn't draw his sword, Mingjia is like a gentle and lazy fisherman, exuding a leisurely and casual air.

After Mingjia drew her sword, no one dared to stand in front of her. Even the sword moves without any spiritual power were like the surging of thousands of troops.

One person and one sword are an insurmountable mountain.

Mingjia shook the Langyue Sword, and there was no trace of battle on the top-level spiritual sword. He was like a gentleman, gentle and modest, and there was no sign of the killing just now.

She frowned, cut a piece of cloth from her dress without thinking, and carefully wiped the sword without even thinking about looking at her wound.

The vines on the ground gradually dissipated and the cracks disappeared.

A door appeared in front of the two of them, which should be the entrance to the next level.

Jun Moyao walked silently to Mingjia's side and looked at the wound on her waist. Although the bleeding had stopped, the large area of ​​red made her eyes sore.

"Don't worry, there is no sword cultivator who is not injured." Mingjia smiled at Jun Moyao indifferently, and there was no trace of pain on her face.

Now that she couldn't open the storage bag, there was no medicine to heal her wounds, and Jun Moyao felt very upset.

"Master, otherwise I will handle the next level by myself..."

"Are you going to abandon me, my good disciple?" Mingjia pretended to be sad. "I am really useless. Moyao is probably afraid that I will hold you back."

Jun Moyao shook his head vigorously, "No! Master was injured because of me!"

"It's good that Mo Yao doesn't dislike her master." Ming Jia resumed her smiling expression and put Lang Yue back into the scabbard with her backhand.

Jun Moyao is actually a little strange.

As a sword cultivator, Mingjia did not keep his sword unsheathed when faced with such an unclear or even dangerous situation. Instead, he drew his sword only when he needed it. Wouldn't this be very dangerous when faced with an emergency and when he had no time to react?

Although she had doubts in her heart, Jun Moyao did not ask them out loud. After all, in her eyes, she was not qualified to ask Mingjia such in-depth questions.

"Let's go to the next level. We have to hurry!"

Mingjia tightened his belt and pulled Jun Moyao directly to the next level.

After opening the door, Mingjia found herself separated from Jun Moyao.

She was in a room with unclear boundaries. There was a chair behind her and a stone table in front of her. Directly above the stone table was a ball of faint light, which was only bright enough to illuminate the table and chair in front of her.

Mingjia clearly felt that she was imprisoned in this small space and was not allowed to move around freely.

"Good disciple?"

She called out tentatively, but heard no response.

It seems that Jun Moyao is indeed not in the same space as her.

"The truth is simple, opportunities can only be encountered but not sought..."

An indistinguishable androgynous voice rang out in the space.

“…The only way for a monk is to fight. In this stage, only one winner will enter the next stage. The rules are as follows: There are 16 totems in front of you. Totems will light up one after another on the cloud. The totem you light up will be the pattern of the opponent, and vice versa. Both parties need to light up 16 totems in order according to the description of the other party. The one who takes the shortest time wins. If there is any mistake during the process, both parties need to start over.”

Mingjia is the person who is least willing to use her brain. After reading a long description of the rules, she just felt a little dizzy.

But she didn't have time to digest it. The cloud flashed and a totem appeared immediately.

Mingjia immediately began to describe it, "It's a spiritual beast, somewhat like Bifang, with auspicious cloud patterns on its body."

As soon as she finished speaking, the description from the other side came faintly. I don't know if it's because the distance is too far, the voice is distorted and I can't tell whether it's a man or a woman.

“…a small spiritual plant with four leaves.”

Mingjia quickly scanned his board, but did not find the same totem as the other party described.

The appearance of the clouds above his head did not change, which meant that the other party had not found the corresponding totem either.

There must be something she didn't notice...

Mingjia observed the board carefully, not missing any details.

Suddenly, she saw the spiritual plant described by the other party on the second spiritual beast totem in the third row.

Could it be that the totem that appeared in the clouds was only a partial appearance?

Mingjia thought for a few seconds and then pressed the totem directly.

This is just the first piece, the cost of trial and error is low, and it doesn’t matter if you start over.

The totem was lit up, emitting a soft light, which should be correct.

However, the other party did not send any description, so Mingjia was not sure.

Fortunately, Mingjia didn’t have to wait long. Clouds flickered above her head and she changed to the next totem.

“… irregular blocks of color with sharp corners, repeated in three combinations.”

This time it was the other party who passed the message first.

Mingjia also spoke up, "It's similar to the pattern of the Thunder Talisman, with square ripples."

Perhaps both parties' descriptions were very accurate. When Mingjia pressed the totem, the opponent's totem above his head also changed.

As time passed, the tacit understanding between the two increased, and the totems lit up faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the last two totems. As long as this totem was pressed, there was no need to describe the next totem, and they could pass the level by pressing it directly.

Looking at the changing totem above his head, Mingjia did not describe it immediately.

It seems that the second level is a little too easy.