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His sword is so slow that it looks like a three-year-old bear is dancing a gun.

The sword moves are totally different from the dawn nine pole sword in the sword canon.

The young people around them who are trying to imitate the sword moves can't help but be attracted by Mu Yu's wonderful way of sword dance, and cast their eyes of ignorance and ridicule one after another.

"What is this man doing? Is he practicing the nine pole sword at dawn? How do you look like a girl? "

"Hahaha... If you can't understand the sword code, you can't understand it. No one will laugh at him, but who can he show it to?"

"You don't understand. When swordsmanship reaches its peak, it can return to its original state. It seems like a random sword, but in fact it contains the road... Ha ha, I can't make it myself."

"If you are a swordsman, you may be able to go back to the basics, but you can laugh to death with him."

"In fact, I'm still very grateful to him. I thought that my swordsmanship idiot would be at the bottom of the table. I didn't expect that someone would be more unbearable than me and compete with me for the bottom of the table."

Seeing that Mu Yu looked like this, the sound of sarcasm came to him like a tide.

Even the people who had nothing to gain and were extremely depressed before were amused when they saw Mu Yu's poor presentation, and their confidence emerged in their hearts inexplicably.

Seeing Mu Yu's unbearable appearance, Feng Weitian, who had already practiced the fourth sword, stopped practicing the sword and looked at Mu Yu with sarcastic eyes.

"Waste! What a waste

Feng Weitian sneered and said: "you're the talent. You've talked so much before. How could you hurt me if it wasn't for the mysterious man's Secret attack on me?"

Mu Yu was immersed in the artistic conception. He didn't hear the sound outside.

The action on the hand still does not stop, in the outsider's view, extremely clumsy waving.

However, inadvertently, the sword body sent out a little invisible white fog.

This wisp of white fog in the intense sunlight, appears extremely transparent, no one can detect.

The white fog left Mu Yu's sword and blended into the ground.

After absorbing the power of the white fog, the withered and yellow grass has raised its withered "head". The withered and yellow grass has been thoroughly baptized, and it has regained its green and prosperous posture.

But this little change, no one can notice.

At the end of the three hours, Mu Yu finally stopped waving his sword and opened his eyes.

At the moment, he felt that dawn nine pole sword had not been practiced for three hours, but for three years.

The ten elders of the northwest Lingyuan were lined up in turn, and each of them came forward to show his understanding of the dawn nine pole sword in these three hours.

The first one to show is a fat man.

His face was a little flustered, so he could only harden his head, take up the long sword, imitate the first sword and wave it.

The sword move looks like it's kneeling and has no momentum.

The elder in white robe, the head of the top ten elders, shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment. He waved and said: "I didn't even learn the first sword. It's too bad. Let's go down and score 20 points."

Give this fat man 20 points, already give face very much, on fat man this level, give 0 points also not too much.

"Next!"

The second one is a teenager who has just mocked Mu Yu.

He went to the ten elders, picked up the sword and waved it immediately.