He raised his hand and broke off a branch, nodded with satisfaction, dropped it to the ground, and cleaned up the last branches of the leaves.

My father had great attainments in swordsmanship, and under the influence of his own eyes and ears, he became very fond of swords and formed an indissoluble bond with him.

Mo Yu held the tree stick in his hand, put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, and brushed it from the handle to the branch. With a flash of light in his eyes, he stepped forward and stabbed forward, making a hissing sound!

The sword intent swept through his body, and the blood in his chest accelerated.

Unable to control the desire in his heart, the tree branches danced with him, chopping, lifting, stabbing, picking, and taking advantage of the situation to sweep out all the moves that the sword can perform!

The steps moved, the hands danced, and the tree branches became part of his body, perfectly connected to the rhythm. Over and over again, a twitching sound roared in the air.

Tireless and not bored, when the sweat once again soaked my body and my long hair was wet, it was already the fifth watch.

Still not finished, Mo Yu put away the tree branches. He stood on the spot with his eyes closed, carefully comprehending the sword intention that had not yet cooled down.

This is the first time I have practiced in the past year since the Jun Mansion incident, and it has released so much repression!

After a moment, Mo Yu heard a muffled sound from his body and breathed out a breath of turbidity.

He opened his eyes and used the power of his right hand to violently throw out the tree branch.

In an instant, the tree branch whizzed and shot onto a tree not far away. It penetrated the tree a few inches, and the end of the handle swayed up and down.

Looking at the scene in the distance, Mo Yu clenched his fists excitedly and murmured to himself, "One level of sky, full realm!"

His skills, which had been stagnant for a year, finally made progress. His body couldn't stop shaking. Finally, he was one step closer to revenge.

But before he was happy for a long time, the disdainful attitude of the owner of the broken door appeared in his mind.

What was his motive for letting her go that day? Was it disdain or conspiracy?

Mo Yu's eyes were dim and unclear. After thinking for a while, he gathered his thoughts. No matter what the other party's intentions were, strength was the most important thing at the moment.

Moreover, during this year of wandering, I had more or less inquired about the twelve sects of Qingtian, but found nothing.

Maybe it's because I'm not qualified to get access to this information.

After standing for a while, his clothes were almost dried by the wind, Mo Yu patted the dust on his body and turned around to return to the road he came from.

The journey was uneventful, and Mo Yu returned to the outside of the ruined temple and looked inside along the door.

I found that the old beggar was still snoring there. It seemed that he drank too much rice wine last night.

He shook his head, walked around the old beggar softly, and entered the house.

He looked towards the beggar, and saw a dark figure. His breathing was very steady, and he thought he was having a sweet dream.

Mo Yu walked to his place and lay down again, with his hands under his head, planning the vague way out for the future.

"It seems that it will be time to set off in a while~"
Chapter completed!