The reason why Qin Mengyao came to Junior Class 5 was to know whether Mu Yun's reputation as a loser in the past nine years was true.

Facts have proved that anyone who says that Mu Yun is a waste at this moment is simply a joke.

In one month, he was promoted to the Condensing Yuan Realm, where he could refine elixirs and weapons, and he could do everything with ease.

Mu Yun has really changed!

"Teacher Qin!"

Just as Qin Mengyao was admiring the exchange between Mu Yun and Qi Ming, a shout of surprise sounded at an inappropriate time.

"Mo Yang?"

"Teacher Qin, I have decided to compete with Mo Hai. I am currently at the third level of Yijin Realm, but after one month, I have the confidence to become the fifth level of Qi Condensation Realm and defeat Mo Hai! Please teach me, Teacher Qin!"

After speaking, Mo Yang bowed deeply.

Just bowing, his eyes were staring at Qin Mengyao's straight legs dishonestly.

boom……

Suddenly, there was another banging sound.

Mu Yun's cold voice spread.

"One more look and I'll dig out your eyes!"

"hiss……"

Taking a breath, Mo Yang hurriedly stood up, staring around with a nonchalant expression.

She pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the unkind expression on Mu Yun's face, Qin Mengyao chuckled and said: "No problem, Teacher Mu has been teaching Qi Ming during this period and I don't have time to care about you. I will teach you, but you have to be prepared.

!”

"Okay, no problem, no problem!"

Unexpectedly, the instructor, who was always called the iceberg beauty by the college, would actually agree to his request. Mo Yang was suddenly excited and incoherent.

"Ahem..."

Mu Yun coughed and said: "Instructor Qin, I want to win the competition, you can't show favoritism!"

"You don't have to worry about it now, Pastor, just teach Qi Ming well!"

Qin Mengyao smiled again, turned and left.

"Pastor, what's next?" A trembling voice sounded from behind.

"What are you doing? Refining weapons!"

Mu Yun said, threw off his legs and walked straight to the practice room of Beiyun College.

Shaking his head and seeing Mu Yun's extremely unbalanced expression, Qi Ming had no choice but to follow.

Ten days flew by in the blink of an eye.

In these ten days, Mu Yun could be said to have eaten and drank all the time in the college.

He personally guided Qi Ming every day, and Miao Xianyu was like a little sparrow asking questions all day long. Mu Yun was already confused.

Moreover, he also had to take time to familiarize himself with the refining methods of mortal weapons and the exploration of some elixirs.

The most important thing is the three techniques that emanate from the Zhuxian Tu: the Sky-Building Swordsmanship, the Spirit-Building Pill, and the Qingque Sword.

The power of Butian Sword Technique is not only second only to Huang-level martial arts. Although Butian Sword Technique is only divided into four moves, these four moves include almost all the methods of swordsmanship.

The Spirit-Building Pill is considered to be the top of the second-grade pills.

But its refining technique gave Mu Yun, the Immortal King in his previous life, a headache.

As for the Qingque Sword, although it is only a top-grade mortal weapon, it contains three covenants. The condensation of each covenant is something Mu Yun has never seen before.

magic!

Zhu Xian Tu seems to have opened up another world for Mu Yun, a more unpredictable and magically transforming world!

"Pastor! Help, Pastor!"

On this day, Mu Yun had just walked out of the alchemy room. Mo Yang had a bruised nose and swollen face. He was crying and hugging Mu Yun's thigh, as if he would not let go.

"what happened?"

"Pastor, I was wrong. I'm sorry for you. From today on, I want to learn from you. Please help me, Pastor!"

At this moment, Mo Yang looked almost thinner than ten days ago, and even darker.

The whole person looked as miserable as a beggar.

"Mo Yang, you are lazy again, don't forget what you told me ten days ago!" At this moment, a sweet shout sounded, and Qin Mengyao floated over.

"If you don't want to practice, fine! Try my ice hockey!"

As Qin Mengyao spoke, a cold air circulated in the center of his palm.

The cold air carries fluctuations of real energy, but it is very different from real energy.

Mu Yun naturally knew what it was!

The ice phoenix soul is born with the power of ice. It is a natural force. It is different from the true essence, but it is more powerful than the true essence!

Qin Mengyao awakened the Ice Phoenix Soul, and the power of the Soul has begun to gradually emerge.

Mu Yun understood that even if Qin Mengyao slept in bed every day and did not practice, her strength would skyrocket.

"Okay, you can practice with me, but you have to survive twenty days, can you bear it?"

"I can, I can, I can!"

Mo Yang couldn't help but nodded immediately.

For these ten days, practicing with Qin Mengyao was like purgatory.

Every day when you open your eyes, you are practicing. If you don't meet the standards, you will be punished by the ice hockey team.

What’s even more terrifying is that the cultivation task is beyond what a person can bear!

After hearing Mu Yun's words, Mo Yang nodded immediately without hesitation, but he did not notice the sinister smile deep in the corners of Mu Yun's eyes.

The next day, Mu Yun called Mo Yang to the practice room.

"Jump in and soak for three hours. You can sleep if you want. I will always control the temperature of the fire to make you feel most comfortable!"

Mu Yun pointed at a large wooden barrel filled with various spiritual herbs and elixirs, and smiled at Mo Yang.

Seeing the smile on Mu Yun's face, Mo Yang felt his heart tremble.

There can't be any conspiracy, right?

However, due to the majesty of the pastoral instructor, Mo Yang still jumped into the bucket.

"Um?"

"What's the temperature like?"

“It’s a bit cold, it would be better if it was warmer!”

"no problem!"

"Hmm...so comfortable!"

Lying in the wooden barrel, Mo Yang felt as comfortable as if he had ascended to heaven.

"Pastor, it's better to practice with you. You don't know that I feel like I'm dead these days..."

Mo Yang said, slowly closing his eyes, and actually fell asleep comfortably!

"Mu Yun, how can he improve with you like this?" Looking at Mu Yun, Qin Mengyao asked doubtfully: "Is it possible to improve by taking medicine every day? Even if he improves, he lacks actual combat experience and is still no match for Mo Hai.

!”

"This? How could this be possible!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Mu Yun's mouth and he said: "This is just the beginning. The real training will come later. Let's make this guy feel comfortable for a few days first!"

Mu Yun said, walked into the training room and started practicing.

Regarding the cultivation of Qi Ming and Miao Xianyu, he has already made arrangements, and guidance is needed, but more importantly, they need their own experience.

This is something that Muyun cannot replace.

But fortunately, Qi Ming's father was a mysterious weapon master after all. Qi Ming was so immersed in it that he was surprisingly proficient in weapon refining beyond Mu Yun's expectation, and he could master it almost instantly.

And Miaoxianyu is even more of a good seedling.

After all, Miao Xianyu was trained by Master Miao Qing.

Mu Yun vaguely felt that Master Miaoqing was not as simple as a third-grade alchemist, but perhaps even more powerful than Master Mo.

But Mu Yun still didn't understand why he stayed in Beiyun City.

Entering the practice room, Mu Yun took out an ordinary long sword.

"Bu Tian Sword Dao is divided into four styles!"
To be continued...