[Crossing the Book] Master, he always wants to plot against me

At this moment, four disciples came from the sky with their spirit swords protected. The spirit sword was inserted into a round stone altar, emitting a faint yellow light. The disciples brought the stone altar to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Different from the surprised eyes of other disciples, seeing this scene, Lin Moyu felt a little uneasy in his heart, and pulled out the spirit sword to test his cultivation...

Although he had made up his mind not to follow the old path of the original owner, but for some reason, when he saw the sword and the defenseless Si Weiyuan, he felt an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

The spirit sword had arrived, and a rather elderly immortal standing on the seat got up and opened the bamboo slips and read their names in order for the disciples to come forward and test.

After that, there was another long wait, because Lin Moyu started late and his name was at the end, so it may take several hours to read him.

Thinking that it was still early, Lin Moyu leaned on Ling Qingye's shoulder and dozed off again.

After not sleeping for a while, Lin Moyu's head shook suddenly, and he looked up in confusion, only to see Ling Qingye said to him excitedly: "Lin Moyu, it's my turn, just let me go."

Lin Moyu stood up straight and watched Ling Qingye come to the stage.

Seeing that he could easily pull out the spirit sword after grasping the hilt, he couldn't help showing surprise.

This guy usually doesn't look serious, but he didn't expect such a high talent.

But is Ling Qingye that powerful in the original book?Or did he miss some details?

After Ling Qingye, many disciples went up to test one after another, but their aptitudes were all average. When it was Lin Moyu's turn, it was almost Zishi, and the immortals and the disciples who hadn't been tested were a little tired, so I proposed to stop here for today , come back to test tomorrow.

Just when everyone was about to go back home, Si Weiyuan suddenly said: "There are not many people left, so let's take a test together tonight."

Lin Moyu, who was about to go back to his room for a good night's sleep, turned around complainingly when he heard these words, looked at his good master, and sighed helplessly.

Ling Qingye was tired and panicked, so she left without waiting for him.

Si Weiyuan turned a blind eye to Lin Moyu's dissatisfaction, walked down the steps, took the bamboo slips from the elders' hands, and read names one by one.

When it was Lin Moyu's turn, he yawned, walked up the steps listlessly, grasped the hilt of the sword in a perfunctory manner, and pulled it out lightly. With just a swipe, he pulled out the spirit sword from the stone altar .

Si Weiyuan: "..."

Everyone gasped when they saw the golden-glowing spiritual sword in Lin Moyu's hand, and then realized that it was Lin Moyu, an inconspicuous little character, who pulled it up, and they all looked at it in disbelief.

It took a while for Lin Moyu to realize that he had pulled out the spirit sword. He looked at the sword in his hand in a daze, and then turned to look at Si Weiyuan. Seeing that the other party also had an inquiring look, Lin Moyu was even more at a loss.

Damn, it is well known that no other person can pull out this sword except Si Weiyuan, and now he can take out the sword without any effort as an ordinary disciple, which is too...

Lin Moyu put the sword back on the stone altar, and said awkwardly: "I, I..."

It's just that when he was panicking, his body suddenly moved inexplicably, and he picked up the spirit sword on the stone altar uncontrollably, and then the tip of the sword pointed directly at Si Weiyuan.

Lin Moyu looked at his hands, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Bold scoundrel, how dare you be so rude to your master!" Before Si Weiyuan could speak, the elder who had not yet left was eager to protect the master and fell to Lin Moyu, wanting to go up the stairs to teach Lin Moyu a lesson.