Landing in the Fantastic World

His sword was swung very slowly, making people look light and fluffy, like a three-year-old kid dancing with a gun and stick.

The sword moves are completely different from the Dawn Jiuji Sword in the Sword Canon.

The surrounding teenagers who were struggling to imitate sword moves couldn't help but be attracted by Mu Yu's unique way of dancing the sword, and all cast dumbfounded and mocking glances.

"What is this man doing? Is he practicing the Dawn Jiuji Sword? Why does he look like a girl?"

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

"You guys don't understand, if you reach the ultimate level of swordsmanship, you can reach the realm of returning to the basics. It seems like a random sword, but it actually contains the great way... Haha, I can hardly make it up myself."

"If it's a sword master, maybe he can return to the basics, but with him, it's ridiculous."

"Actually, I'm still very grateful to him. I thought that a swordsmanship idiot like me would be at the bottom, but I didn't expect that there would be someone worse than me. He would fight for the bottom position with me."

Seeing Mu Yu like this, cynicism flooded towards Mu Yu like a tide.

Even people who had nothing to gain and were extremely frustrated before were amused after seeing Mu Yu's clumsy demonstration, and their hearts inexplicably surged with confidence.

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

"Waste! What a waste!"

Feng Weitian sneered at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help cursing secretly: "With your talent, you used to speak wildly and shamelessly before. If it wasn't for that mysterious person who shot me secretly, how could it be you who could hurt me."

Mu Yu was immersed in the artistic conception, and he didn't hear the sound outside at all.

The movements of the hands are still non-stop, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are waving incomparably clumsily.

It's just that, inadvertently, invisible white mist emanated from the sword body.

Under the intense sunlight, the wisps of white mist appeared so transparent that no one could notice it.

The white mist left Mu Yu's sword and merged into the ground.

The withered yellow grass, after absorbing the power of the white mist, raised its wilted 'head', and the withered yellow was completely washed, and it became green again, returning to a vigorous posture.

But this little change, no one can notice.

When the three hours were up, Mu Yu finally stopped swinging his sword and opened his eyes.

At this moment, he felt that Lixiao Jiujijian had not been practiced for three hours, but for three years.

The ten elders of the Northwest Spiritual Academy lined up one by one, and each of them stepped forward to show off the Nine Extreme Sword of Dawn that they had comprehended within these three hours.

The first one to demonstrate was a fat man.

He looked a little flustered, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, picked up the long sword, and swung it imitating the first sword.

The sword moves looked awkward and lacking momentum.

The white-robed old man headed by the ten elders shook his head, his eyes were full of disappointment, he waved his hand casually and said: "I haven't even learned the fur of the first sword, it's too bad, go down, score 20 points .”

Giving this fat man 20 points is already a great way to save face, but at the fat man's level, giving him 0 points is not an exaggeration.

"Next!"

The second one was a teenager who had just mocked Mu Yu.

He walked up to the ten elders, picked up the long sword and swung it immediately.