"I am the master of the Holy Rain Hall, known as Xiaoyu Master, what are your spells?"

Qin Mu walked to the next room, where there was a woman with a strange textured pattern on her face, wearing a feather, and holding a bamboo stick with an unknown beast's tail. There were twenty-four sections, corresponding to the twenty-four solar terms. The woman smiled and said, "We compare spells in this room!"

Qin Mu shook his head and said, "I don't understand magic. Can warriors in the spiritual fetus realm learn magic?"

The woman smiled and said, "Why can't it be? Vital energy is magic power, and you can do magic. The leader's wife is the top existence in my teaching magic. Didn't she teach you? When I was in the realm of spiritual fetus, I had already started to walk around the world and make rain for the people. Whenever I encountered drought, the people would invite me to go, so they called me a witch. Later, when I became more and more famous, I was called Xiaoyu Master. Thanks to the leader's favor, I named me the master of the rain hall. However, I was still much inferior to the leader's wife. When she was elected as a saint, I didn't."

Qin Mu wondered: "How to fight with spells?"

The Lord of the Rain Hall added his forehead with his hand and sighed: "Why don't you understand anything? Since ancient times, there have been methods, wars, practicing magic lineage and practicing combat skills lineage, which often fight to the death. Both of them think that the other party is a heretic and must be killed. Now everyone meets with peace of mind, but in the past, if you ran to the magical powers who practice magic and say that you practice combat skills, you will be cut into slices in the next moment! The combat power of the magic line is stronger than you imagined!"

Qin Mu said curiously: "Is sword-controlling a spell?"

“Don’t belong.”

The Lord of the Rain Hall shook his head and said, "Sword-controlling Technique used to be a combat skill. Later, the supernatural powers of the sword-controlling Technique thought that they were the right way, and called themselves the school of magical powers. Those who practiced combat skills and magic were all evil demons and heretics, and they had to be killed. So, Master Yankang held a meeting to pick the world's strong combat skills and destroy the combat skills. Didn't the leader's wife tell you this?"

Qin Mu frowned: "Why do they always fight? Aren't combat skills, swordsmanship and spells all supernatural powers? Wouldn't it be better to gather the strengths of the three?"

The Lord of the Rain Hall was amused and laughed: "A person has limited energy, so where can he have time to practice all three schools to a high level? If you study one, you will spend your whole life and wisdom, and it will be difficult to practice to the extreme. Since everyone practices different things, there will be a dispute over the top and bottom. No one will accept each other, so naturally they will fight to the death."

Qin Mu was excited and said, "Sister, cast your spells and let me see. I have never seen a spell yet!"

The owner of the Rain Hall raised his slender jade hand, pointed his fingers down, lifted and shook, and suddenly the mist gushed out of the room, and then it started to rain.

Qin Mu looked carefully and saw that after the rain fell to the ground, flowing upward along the wall, repeating itself.

The Rain Hall Master waved his hand, and the rain lines were clear and distinct, like a string of piano. The Rain Hall Master spread his fingers and plucked the rain lines. The piano sound in the room was made of great music. The rain water in the piano sound turned into a water dragon roaring and surging towards Qin Mu!

Qin Mu reached out his hand, pinched the seven inches of the water dragon, and smashed the water dragon with a bang.

The owner of the Rain Hall was shocked and quickly plucked the strings of the piano with his hands. The rain turned into swords, guns, swords and halberds, attacking Qin Mu from all directions. The speed was extremely fast, and the air temperature was rapidly decreasing. The rainwater freezes, and the swords, guns, swords and halberds turned into stronger power!

Qin Mu bounced his ten fingers in a row, shattering all the swords, guns, swords and halberds that attacked him, and said, "So this is a spell. Sister, is my move considered a spell?"

His hands suddenly ignited a raging fire, and he used his hands as a knife, swung his sword to slash the Lord of the Rain Hall.

The Lord of the Rain Hall fell into the yard, and a shocked and angry voice came: "You heretic who is fighting skills, use fighting skills as a spell..."

Qin Mu walked to the next room and saw a big man with a beard in this room, half-kneeling and half-sitting, with a rectangular sword box next to him, with a bronze buckle on the sword box, which was tightly buttoned.

"I am the master of Jiantang."

The man did not get up, but still half-kneeled and sat down, saying, "You carry a sword bag and you should also understand sword skills. Today we will compete for sword skills."

Qin Mu shook his head and said, "I have never learned swordsmanship."

The Sword Hall Master looked up and said in surprise: "You have never learned sword technique, why do you carry a sword sac? The leader's wife hasn't taught you sword technique?"

Qin Mu shook his head and said, "Mother-in-law said that there is someone in the village who has the best sword technique in the world, so she cannot pass on the sword technique of the Demon Sect to me, so that people will not stop teaching it."

"The world's number one sword technique?"

The head of the Sword Hall Hall, whose eyes were wide open, was extremely sharp, as if two sword lights were piercing Qin Mu's heart, and he sneered: "Who dares to blow the magic snail so much? If you learn a sword technique from him, I want to see how much the so-called world's number one sword can beat my Holy Teaching!"

Qin Mu blinked and said, "I have also learned other things, such as the Eight Thunder Styles, the Legs of the Heavenly God, the Swordsmanship of the Pig, and also learned the Swordsmanship, the Drawing Art, and the Hammering Method..."

The Lord of Jiantang gently stroked the sword box beside him and said coldly: "I just need to see what you call the world's number one sword technique! Everything else is bullshit!"

Qin Mu had no choice but to walk out of the wooden building, return to Can Lao Village, and explain the matter to Grandma Si.

Grandma Si said angrily: "Jiantang is so stupid, I don't know how to adapt! Mu'er, you are the same. Just chop him with a knife and chop this guy to death!"

Qin Mu said aloud: "It is not a good thing to win."

Grandma Si held his hand and came to the entrance of the village. At the entrance of the village, the village chief and the pharmacist were still cooking tea. The young ancestor sat opposite him and the three of them drank together.

"The village chief, the master of Jiantang insists on competing with Mu'er in sword techniques."

Grandma Si smiled and said, "Why don't you just pass it on?"

The village chief frowned and shook his head and said, "In a short period of time, even with my guidance, it will be difficult to beat the other party. After all, the master of Jiantang has been immersed in his sword skills for many years, and he has made some achievements. If you let me tell him, you will want to beat the master of Jiantang. It is a bit difficult for me to do it."

"But fortunately Mu'er is a domineering body, right?" Grandma Si blinked.

"Battle body..."

The village chief's eyes trembled, feeling that his intestines were a little green, and he must have regretted it.

After all, Qin Mu is the domineering body he "holds on" and he knows the truth. Qin Mu's awakening of the spiritual fetus is beyond his imagination, but it is still a bit difficult for Qin Mu to grow his sword technique to the point where he can fight against the most outstanding swordsman masters of the Demon Sect in just a moment.

Grandma Si gave him this task, but he couldn't refuse it.

The village chief pondered for a moment and said, "Mu'er, tell me the Danxin Art that you learned from Gu Li Nuan."

Qin Mu immediately recited the Danxin Art. The village chief nodded slightly and praised: "The National Master Yankang summoned the world's swordsman masters and has indeed made some achievements. The Danxin Art Sword Control technique does have unique secrets."

The young ancestor opposite him also exclaimed: "Teacher Yankang is a genius."

The village chief said: "How did Gu Linuan explain the Danxin Art to you? Let's listen."

Qin Mu explained Gu Li Nuan's explanation, and the village chief pondered for a moment and smiled, "Gu Li Nuan hid his private life."

He pointed out the mistakes, and Qin Mu immediately tried the place he modified, and then used his energy to control the sword. He only felt that it was easier to control the sword and faster to draw the sword. He was very impressed.

The young ancestor's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Gu Li Nuan did not hide his own personalities, but his understanding is limited, far less than that of Brother Tao. If you only listen to it once, you will understand all the mysteries of the Danxin Art thoroughly, but he practiced it all the wrong way for his life."

"Brother Dao praised."

The village chief looked at Qin Mu and said slowly: "I won't teach you swordsmanship, I will only teach you the simplest movement, sting."

"prick?"

Qin Mu was stunned. The action of stabbing was not simple. Just use the sword to stab it forward. Do you still need to teach it?

"Using a sword to stab is not as simple as you imagined. You don't know how to stab, but as long as you learn the action of stabbing, there are very few swordsman masters in the spiritual fetus realm in the world who can beat you."

The village chief said: "You try to use an ordinary sword, use your energy to control the sword, and try to pierce the pillars of the butcher shop."

Qin Mu activated the Danxin Art, and the vital silk as thick as his arm rolled up a sword in the sword bag behind him and stabbed him at the butcher's shop pillar in the village.

Duh.

Qin Mu pierced the butcher's pillar with a sword, and the tip of the sword exposed from behind the pillar, and then the cowherd turned around and looked at the village chief.

The village chief's face was stiff, he coughed, and said, "You try to pierce this stone."

Qin Mu rolled up his energy and pulled out the sword from the pillar. Another jingle sounded, and the sharp sword pierced a rock in front of the village chief. The cowherd turned around again and looked innocently at the village chief with a stiff expression.

The young ancestor was both surprised and funny, so he had to hold back his smile to avoid being rude.

"I forgot that this kid has extremely deep spiritual cultivation. His sword skills are extremely bad, but his vitality is extremely powerful, and his vital energy is blessed with the vital energy, and his power is doubled."

The village chief was embarrassed and coughed repeatedly to cover up, saying, "You try to pierce your pig-killing knife again."

A crisp sound came, and Qin Mu failed to pierce the pig-killing knife this time.

"Fortunately, there was no puncture, otherwise there would be no way to teach him..."

The village chief secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said in a temptation: "What did you feel when you stabbed this sword?"

Qin Mu thought carefully, and his eyes lit up: "I felt that my vitality was not strong enough. When I used my energy to control the sword, the tip of the sword was slightly blocked and my vitality was no longer sustainable. It seemed that I had a whole body of power but I used my hair to hit someone. The vitality was too soft and could not bear all my strength."
Chapter completed!