As soon as he walked out of the room, Muang saw the Master Shiqing waiting outside.

Mu Yan was delighted, secretly said, Master here, even if the teacher is angry to get revenge, can't you go too far with revenge?

As soon as Shi Qing saw her, he took a step forward and grabbed her hand. His face curled: "Master Yan, there is something to shut down for this time, I don't have time to teach you to practice. ”

Muang wanted to say, "It doesn't matter if you don't teach. Anyway, she learned the skills of a divine musician, and no one else can teach her.

Who knows, Shiqing interrupted what she was going to say, and the next sentence, more like a sunny thunderbolt, struck her head.

“Fortunately, your teacher uncle is going to live inside the door for a long time. Master has already agreed with your teacher uncle to teach you sword skills these days. ”

“Wait, wait!!” Muay suddenly raised her voice. "Are you kidding me? ”

Shiqing shrugged: “Geez, I know you girls love Yunxiao's leather bag. I heard you learned sword from him. You must be upset! ”

I'm so happy for your sister!

She's freaking out, okay?

“Master, I don't want to learn swords from my uncle, I can practice myself! ”

Shiqing looked at her with a glance. “I'm embarrassed that the little girl got poked by the old man. Don't worry, old man. I won't laugh at you. Your teacher's swordsmanship and cultivation are powerful and powerful, even far higher than his teacher's. ”

“He has always been reluctant to teach people, even your brothers and sisters, and none of them has ever gotten his point. This time I went to ask him to teach you for a teacher. I thought he wouldn't say yes. I didn't expect him to say yes in one bite. You're such a lucky man. ”

Lucky what? Lucky!

She's about to get fucked up, okay?

Just say yes, this Luo Yunxiao, absolutely, 100% want revenge on her, okay!

Muang fought a cold war and hurried: “Master, I really don't need to be taught, I can practice swords myself, my sword skills are good...”

Shi Qingbai glanced at her and said, "What kind of sword do you think you are? You just draw a sword there blindly.

Waste your gift and strength.

Shiqing was about to persuade, behind Mu Yan, a low magnetic voice suddenly sounded, “Do you think your sword skills are good? How about a game against me? ”

Mu Yan suddenly turned around.

Seeing that Luo Yunxiao had stood there sometime, he looked at him with a faint look.

He was seen wearing a lake blue embroidered cloud blouse with a silver jade strap at the waist, growing taller and longer and more stylish.

As for that face, in the dawn of the morning, it was even more colorful in the spring dawn. It was as beautiful as a knife.

But when Moo-yan saw this face, he only felt a slight pain in his forehead blush.

Last night's nightmare seemed like it was pouring up at this time.

“Uncle Xiao joked, how dare I do it with you...”

Luo Yunxiao took a step forward, smiling and not laughing, “Or do you dare? Too scared to lose? ”

Muang was so excited, he immediately said: "Beat it! ”

Shit, Grandma, I'm afraid you won't make it!

……

The result of the competition is naturally Muyan's tragic failure.

Even Luo Yunxiao suppressed his own cultivation to the same level of valley opening as Mu Yan.

Even though Mu Yan had seven swords in his hand, Luo Yunxiao had only one bamboo in his hand.