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Chapter 317 Genius Disciple
hour hand?

Impossible, how could the hour hand move!

This is the first thought that popped up in Yan Xu's mind. The minute and second hands of the disciple guiding the sundial represent the disciple's talent, the other represents the disciple's conduct, and the scale represents the disciple's position.

When explaining, Yan Xu only didn't mention the function of the hour hand.It's not that he hides his clumsiness, but he feels that the hour hand used by his disciple to guide the sundial is simply a decoration, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for the hour hand to change in this lifetime.

Because the disciple guides the sundial and the hour hand to represent - luck, the luck bestowed by heaven!
Thinking of these two words, the first figure that popped up in Yan Xu's mind was Dong Lai who was still practicing in Lingyan Cave.This kid's talent and aptitude is the Thunder Element's Heavenly Spiritual Root, and a word of heaven is enough to express his monstrous talent and unimaginable potential achievements.

Generally, people with such qualifications are all the darlings of heaven.Now Xuezang is nothing more than that, once it rises, it is bound to soar into the sky, and the light radiated by its own destiny can shine like the sun.

This is the supreme demeanor of the proud son of heaven and the darling of heaven.

Of course, those who bear the fortune of fate have smooth sailing on the road to rise, and there are almost no bottlenecks in any realm.But God is relatively fair. Most of these people had bad luck when they were young, just like the accidents in the families of the two sisters Donglai and Ziyun.Maybe it was used by God to sharpen them. As the saying goes, if the sky will send a great mission to the people, you must first suffer from it...

It's just that I don't know what kind of fate the disciple pointed the sundial to have.

"Which direction are the hour, minute and minute hands pointing?" Yan Xu was the first to ask when he came back to his senses.

During the period of time he recalled, the talent column of the disciple pointed by the minute hand had already shown an astonishing talent no less than that of Donglai, and the same was true for the second hand, which reached [-]% for the first time in the column of character.

"Due west, 150 miles."

where is this?
Deng Yu and the others also realized the seriousness of the matter, and for a while, these mature and prudent senior figures of Tianhaozong were in a hurry and lost their positions.

However, their work efficiency was still very fast. After a while, a map of Nan'an was placed on a table in the memorial archway.

Yan Xu held a brush in his hand and drew a straight line 150 miles due west.

The pen stopped, and a dot of black ink was dotted on the four bright red characters - Sanyuan Sword School!
hiss!
There was a sound of gasping in the memorial archway, everyone's face was terrified, and their eyes were as big as a bell.

Three Yuan Sword Sect!

How could it be the Three-Yuan Sword Sect! ?
At this time, the atmosphere of the Sanyuan Sword Sect was chilling, and the disciples who came and went were in a hurry, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

The battle invitation has already been posted, and all the disciples of the Sanyuan Sword Sect are preparing for a showdown with Tian Haozong after half a month.

Incompatible with this tense atmosphere is a dilapidated courtyard located on the mountain of the first peak of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.This courtyard is dilapidated and dilapidated, even worse than the Town God's Temple on the side of the road that no one cares about.Such a courtyard is located in the resplendent and resplendent Sanyuan Sword School buildings, and it stands out from the crowd.It's like a piece of fly droppings that fell from He's Bi.

in the courtyard.

Snapped!
A crisp slap was slapped on the face of a skinny young man in ragged clothes, and the young man's frail body was rolled out like a rolling gourd.

When he staggered up from the ground, half of his face was swollen like a bruised steamed bun. Five finger prints on his face knocked out one of his teeth and sprayed a mouthful of blood on his chest with a "poof". forward.

In front of the young man stood a few inner disciples of the Sanyuan Sword Sect who were looking bad.

One of the green-robed disciples came forward with a smirk on his face, and suddenly hit the young man's lower abdomen with his knee. The pain made his body outline like a lobster. After another kick, the young man's body that had just stood up again It flew out and hit the ground with a plop, splashing smoke and dust everywhere.

The green-robed disciple approached again and stepped on the boy's chest as he was about to get up.

"Fucking Mo Jun, don't be shameless. If you don't hand over the exercises left by your dead parents today, I'll see if I'll take your skin off."

Mo Jun, the grandson of the first third elder of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.

In the early days of the Sanyuan Sword Sect's establishment, the current Supreme Elder Jiang Wusu, Elder Mo and Elder Tu Su, these three surnames can be said to be Harajuku-level figures of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.The origin of the so-called Sanyuan is to commemorate the friendship between the three brothers of the opposite sex, and to let the younger generation remember the great achievements of the three families.

However, with the development of the sect and the end of the historical evolution, the talents of the surname Mo in the Sanyuan Sword Sect gradually withered. As early as Mo Jun's father's generation, there was a faint sign of withdrawing from the top management of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.

In Mo Jun's generation, the surname Mo has completely become history.Mo Jun is the only witness of the countless corpses floating on the long river of history.

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The cause of the previous life, the fruit of the present life.

Since the day Mo Jun was five years old, he believed that his parents and ancestors must be heinous people. The previous generation committed countless crimes, so he, the only heir, would linger on in the Sanyuan Sword Sect and suffer all kinds of bullying to pay for it. The sins of previous generations.

When Mo Jun was five years old, he was recognized by the sect as a pseudo-spiritual root of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. This scumbag talent was the beginning of Mo Jun's nightmare.At that time, Mo Jun had already suffered all kinds of difficulties from the disciples of the Sanyuan Sword Sect. At first, he was just insulting, but later on, he was often punched and kicked.

However, Mo Jun can still bear these things. He is clearly aware of his talent, and he can clearly find his position in the sect.

Such a life of being bullied until Mo Jun was ten years old.When the sad news came that his parents and the entire Mo family had all died in a mission, Mo Jun's life really fell into dire straits.

At that time, he was in a daze all day long.The disciples who bullied Mo Jun before seemed no longer satisfied with punching and kicking. They began to think of tricks and racked their brains.With an enthusiastic mentality that is three points harder than cultivation, he tortured Mo Jun inhumanely.

Similar to today's punching and kicking, in Mo Jun's eyes, it was just an appetizer.

Being trampled under by the disciples of the same clan, Mo Jun's eyes were like a ferocious wolf that wanted to eat people.It's not that he didn't resist, but what he got in return was more beatings.

"What the hell, look at your paralysis."

Bang.

The disciple stomped down heavily, Mo Jun let out a muffled groan, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Jun's eyes remained the same, staring directly at his disciples, like a wild beast would choose to eat someone.

For some reason, the disciple was flustered by Mo Jun's ferocious eyes. In fact, all the disciples present who bullied Mo Jun had the same experience with his eyes.

This trash, after being bullied, is like a wolf cub, the fierce look in his eyes never changes even if you break all the bones in his body.Just like this disciple right now, strictly speaking, he doesn't really want to kill Mo Jun, but this disciple knows that if he doesn't step on his body to subdue him immediately after defeating Mo Jun , this wolf cub will definitely rush up and go mad with his group of people without fear of death.

It was a kind of madness that completely risked death with injuries. It seemed that as long as there was still a mouth to move, the wolf cub would viciously tear off a piece of blood dripping from the enemy.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Suddenly, Mo Jun, with fierce eyes, said this.

His tone was very strange, every time he said a word, there would be blood foaming from his mouth, but he confidently revealed a majestic demeanor of a superior.

That disciple was stabbed in the weak spot all of a sudden, and his pupils constricted suddenly.Some cursed out of embarrassment: "Fart, you are a piece of trash, what is there to be afraid of?"

Maybe he didn't even notice that there was even a slight tremor in his stern tone.

Mo Jun didn't speak, but turned his face away.The meaning expressed by the faint expression is also very simple, disdain!

That's right, disdain.Even though he was the one lying on the ground, Mo Jun was still full of deep disdain and contempt for the disciple in front of him.

He doesn't know why?Is it because I have already practiced Qi level six?

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Jun couldn't help laughing: "It's true that I am at the sixth level of Qi training, but any of these inner disciples in front of me will have a cultivation level no lower than the eighth level of Qi training."

The stalemate here has already made the other disciples impatient.

They came up yelling, and one of them stepped on one of Mo Jun's little fingers, crushed his toe hard, and his finger was trampled into the hard soil.

Mo Jun frowned in pain, didn't say a word, just glanced at the disciple indifferently.

"Trash, I don't want your ten fingers to be useless, hand over your exercises." The man ignored Mo Jun's fierce gaze and said with a sinister smile.

Several other disciples also chimed in.

"Mo Jun, because you are also a disciple of the Sanyuan Sword Sect, I advise you to be more sensible. The exercises left by your dead ghost parents are the resources of my Sanyuan Sword Sect, and now there are half a month left for the sect. We are about to fight to the death with Tian Haozong. With this exercise, we can increase our strength, and the chances of winning the decisive battle will be better. I think, although you are a bit useless, you are not so ignorant, right? "

"Senior brother is right, not to mention leaving this exercise on a trash like you, it's nothing but violence."

"Mo Jun, hand over the exercises."

"Mo Jun, hand over the exercises."

"Mo Jun, do you want to pay or not?"

Several disciples were chattering like mad dogs in his ears, very annoying.

Mo Jun simply closed his eyes and let them punch and kick him.

Amidst the bang bang, who could know the sneer in Mo Jun's heart.Cultivation method, practice method... His parents both went west, so why did they leave any cultivation method for him.

Mo Jun was able to cultivate to the current state, all because of the book "First Explanation of Cultivation" that he obtained when he was ten years old.It is a pity that this book of the first solution to comprehension only has exercises that have been cultivated to the fourth level of qi training.Mo Jun remembered that he seemed to have reached the peak of the first solution of cultivation in half a year. In the next six years, Mo Jun groped and cultivated according to the first solution of cultivation, while doing some chores to fill his stomach. It took less than six years for those who fish every day and spend two days drying their nets to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining.

In other words, what Mo Jun practiced was his self-created technique.

In other words, Mo Jun's cultivation is completely self-taught. At the age of 16, the strength of the sixth level of refining Qi is almost the same as those disciples who enjoy the various resources of the sect in the outer sect of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.

(End of this chapter)