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"How is this possible?" Lee Mochou had a look of disbelief on her face as she was being pressed against by a tree branch to her neck.

She never thought that Yang Guo would still be holding back his first attack. Whether it was speed or strength, the difference between the first attack and the second attack was too great!

This was clearly a fourteen or fifteen year old little ghost!

She, Lee Mochou, had been a famous cultivator in the martial arts world for a long time.

If this were to spread out, the entire Central Plains Wulin would probably tremble?!

Yang Guo didn't even look at Lee Mochou. He casually threw the branch to the side and walked in front of Xiao Tian, respectfully saying, "Senior, is there anything else you need?"

"You did well," a smile appeared on Xiao Tian's face. "I will keep my word. Since you defeated Lee Mochou, I will teach you a skill. Come find me tomorrow!"

With that, Ling Bo circulated his steps to the extreme, and disappeared in front of Yang Guo and the others with a few leaps.

What a fast movement technique!

Even someone as cold as Xiao Long couldn't help but stare with wide eyes. The Ancient Tomb Dancing Skill was famous for its agility and elegance, and it could already be considered the pinnacle of this world. However, she was confident that even if she practiced the Bird Catching Art to the extreme, she would still not be able to reach Xiao Tian's level!

And in the Ancient Tomb Sect, the only one who had mastered the skill to the extreme was the founder of the sect, Lin Chaoying!

Where did this senior come from?

Xiao Long could not help but feel a strong curiosity, but she could not ask him about it. Thinking back to when Xiao Tian told Yang Guo Ming to come and find her, a cunning look flashed across her eyes.

Lee Mochou glared at Yang Guo in dissatisfaction, then turned around and left while borrowing the moonlight.

Right now, her inner force was sealed, so even if she wanted to kill him, she wouldn't be able to do so. Moreover, she didn't believe that the expert who sealed her inner force would leave so easily.

What made Lee Mochou slightly at ease was that only the four of them knew what had happened today. Naturally, she couldn't brazenly proclaim that she had been defeated by a fourteen or fifteen year old youth. Her Junior Sister rarely came out of the ancient tomb, and at most, she only informed Grandma Sun about it.

As for that expert, he would definitely not bother to spread such news. As for Yang Guo, he was only fourteen to fifteen years old. Even if he were to brazenly announce that he had defeated the "Immortal Cultivator" Lee Mochou, he would probably be treated as a crazy person, right?

Thinking up to this point, Lee Mochou's expression couldn't help but become slightly better.

On the other hand, Yang Guo followed the path that he had come from and returned to the Multi Yang Palace. Although he wasn't very popular with Zhao Zhijing, he was personally sent up the mountain by Guo Jing and was under the care of a mountain machine. Therefore, he didn't stay with the other True Disciples, and wasn't discovered to have secretly left the Duo Yang Palace during the night.

"..."

The next day, as usual, Yang Guo went to Zhao Zhijing's place to brush away his sense of existence to prove that he was still alive. After that, he hurriedly went to the back of the mountain to find a secluded place to start practicing his swordsmanship.

He didn't know why, but Yang Guo felt that after the battle with Lee Mochou yesterday, many insights about that sword move suddenly appeared in his mind. Even when Lee Mochou had used dust to hold up the branch for the first time, the method of finding the flaw and how to avoid Lee Mochou's attack clearly appeared in his mind.

Of course, he did not know that this was Xiao Tian's Saint Master exclusive skill [Mastermind]. He only thought that his luck was good and that he had coincidentally entered the realm of selflessness that martial artists yearned for.

Although there were not many people at the back of the mountain, there were still quite a few true disciples practicing martial arts at the back of the mountain. The place that Yang Guo was looking for was quiet, but it wasn't hard to find.

Just as Yang Guo was practicing his sword skills, a young man wearing the clothes of a fourth generation Jeollaism disciple walked over from afar, just in time to see Yang Guo practice his sword skills …

This person was none other than Zhao Zhijing's first disciple, Lu Qingdu!

Yang Guo was so focused on his sword practice that he did not notice Lu Qingdu's arrival. Lu Qingdu, who was watching at the side, could not help but mock him, "Yang Guo, is your sword practice also called a sword practice?"

With his eyesight, he naturally could not see the ingenuity of Yang Guo's sword move. He only thought that it was because Zhao Zhijing did not teach him any martial arts moves, so he was blindly sparring with Yang Guo.

Lu Qingdu did not have a good impression of Yang Guo. Back then, when Liu Tie charged into the sect, not only did it cause his Master to lose face, but it also caused him to be humiliated by that stinking brat, Yang Guo.

Now that he saw Yang Guo like this, he felt inexplicably happy!

Yang Guo glanced at Lu Qing Du, but didn't say anything. This kind of third-rate trash, how could he understand the subtleties of this sword move that Senior Xiao had taught him?

However, he didn't know why Senior Xiao refused to accept him as a disciple. Was he thinking that his aptitude was too poor?

"Sigh …" Thinking about that, Yang Guo sighed.

He felt even more pleased and said with a cold smile: "Even if you practice this way, in another ten or eight years, you still won't be able to learn anything. Today, your Senior Brother Lu has been kind, and I'll let you experience the highest quality sword techniques of my Jeollaism!"

After saying that, he pulled out the sword at his waist and displayed the stance of a true sword technique. The sword's tip trembled and suddenly stabbed towards Yang Guo!