Chapter 507 Where Is My Wife? !

Early in the morning.

After refining his divine will, Xiao Li finally accepted the fact that even if the Heavenly Sword cooperated with him, it would be difficult to exert one tenth or one twelfth of its power, and he was beaten again.

He rubbed his eyebrows and woke up from the bed, holding the Heavenly Sword and walked to the sword field in the house.

Releasing his soul, the sword rhythm in the sword was projected again.

The atmosphere was condensed.

"Whose sword do you want to learn this time?"

In the hazy vision in front of him, the picture emerged.

In the noisy and bustling market, in front of the pork stall, a back figure wearing a leather skirt, revealing a smooth bronze back.

The butcher knife in his hand was used with swordsmanship, and the pork tenderloin was instantly divided into six sections, each section was exactly the same.

At night, the butcher changed his clothes, put away the butcher knife, took out the dusty iron sword, and walked to a wealthy family.

This is the residence of a governor of a state.

"Does the governor know that the snow in June this year fell because of you?"

He said loudly.

This remark suddenly evoked Li Mo's memories.

More than 40 years ago, the governor of Fengzhou colluded with a gang and was eventually killed by a swordsman. Some people said that the swordsman looked exactly like the pork seller on the street.

Naturally, no one would pay attention to his words. What opened the door was a knife light.

The knife light was fierce, pulling the endless wind that covered the sky and the ground, scraping the ground three feet, as if the person being knifed was in the sandstorm disaster of the desert.

"My sword will wipe out all the injustices."

The man raised the long sword horizontally. The plain and rusty sword gradually burst into a dazzling light.

A sword was swung out, like a spark that lit up in the dark night, and in the wind, it borrowed the fire and instantly set the prairie on fire.

The swords collided, and the ordinary long sword was cut off.

However, before the long sword chopped down the butcher, the broken sword had already pierced its owner's heart.

The swordsman stood there in a daze, unable to believe that he had been defeated in one move. He asked:

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"The butcher."

The swordsman knelt down on the ground dejectedly, losing his voice.

A butcher stepped into the door of the governor, and hundreds of soldiers and thousands of city guards could not stop him.

Finally, he killed the governor and cut off his head with a sword.

He turned around and held up the head with his eyes wide open:

"You lied to him, this sword is broken, just like my name."

"My sword is a common man's sword, do you think it's good?"

This sword rhythm is a unique middle-grade swordsmanship, but Li Mo likes it very much.

Well, this has nothing to do with his love of using a hammer...

Martial arts perception, start!

"Broken Uneven Sword" minor success.

This time it only took more than ten years of martial arts perception.

"My swordsmanship talent doesn't seem to be as bad as I imagined."

Li Mo was in a good mood, a little secretly happy.

The next sword rhyme he comprehended was also particularly smooth.

He saw the snow drifting in Beifeng City, the army besieging the lonely city, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes gathered in the city. The owner of the sword rhyme was a soldier with excellent talent. He integrated the martial arts of the knights who died defending the city, and finally achieved great sword energy.

He also saw that he went to half of the nine heavens and ten earths to fulfill his promise for a promise. At the moment when the promise was fulfilled, he realized the sword and broke through the realm.

And so on.

"Although it is not the same era, I am also a young man with chivalrous spirit and made friends with the heroes of the five cities..."

Little Li the swordsman studied and deduced tirelessly.

In these sword rhymes, he saw his ideal life of a swordsman who traveled the world with a sword.

It can also be regarded as a dream come true in another sense.

"These swordsmanships all focus on sword energy."

Li Mo was thinking while comprehending the sword.

It was afternoon.

He was about to comprehend another sword rhythm, so he stopped to rest. The sword rhythm in the Heavenly Sword was like a vast ocean. I really don’t know when I can reach the ‘one tenth or one twelfth’ that Bingtuozi said.

The next second, a figure in a Confucian robe appeared in front of him.

The other person was handsome and had a long robe. He actually... reminded Li Mo of an old friend?

Luo Yu?

The son of the forest owner of Fenyu Forest, who looked a bit like someone who deserved a beating, was really seven points similar to him.

“You can see me, which means you have learned the sword of a common man.”

He spoke in a arrogant tone.

Well, this is either Luo Yu’s father or Luo Yu’s uncle.....

“Those common man’s swords are just the courage to splash blood in five steps. How can they break the situation in the Heavenly City?”

“My sword is the sword for governing the country and the world. You should take a good look!”

…

“Something is wrong. Why is this sword technique so difficult?”

Li Mo left the sword field and walked to the window sill muttering to himself.

It was almost dusk.

The imperial capital was full of lights, people were everywhere, and the plateau was vast.

He had just learned the same unique sword technique, but the required martial arts perception had increased exponentially!

Li Mo calmed down and thought, and had some guesses.

It was easy for him to learn the sword of a common man.

It was difficult for him to learn the sword of a scholar.

It was not that the sword technique had become difficult, but that the latter was always talking about "Taiping Sword Technique", "Seven Swords of Righteousness", "Criticizing Dragon Scales"...

He was not the material to be a scholar and govern the country!

"I am just a gentleman, and there is still a difference between me and a scholar."

After Li Mo figured it out, he became even more distressed. Did he have to take the imperial examination first, and then continue to comprehend?

Or he could only use martial arts perception to smash it.

Shaking his head, he turned and went downstairs, cooking in the kitchen to calm down.

......

The lobby of Buyun Tower is not as lively as before. Before, people came to the door every day and challenged someone by name.

Now, because the Hidden Dragon Conference is coming, the young talents on the Hidden Dragon List can legitimately avoid the battle.

But the inside of Buyun Tower is still bustling.

A certain table is very enviable. It was very lively before, and today there are three more people. It's like a banquet every day.

Of course, it's also because they have a chef, and the small dishes every day are never repeated.

"Wangqi Douhun!"

"Famous in one battle, God...Wangqi Douhun!"

"Brother Li, how did you do it? Teach me, please..."

When many Tianjiao on the Hidden Dragon List saw Li Mo coming out of the kitchen, they all greeted him.

The Hidden Dragon Tianjiao are all young and talented, and they are all arrogant.

But after all, some things of some people shattered their arrogance, and people can only envy them.

For example, when you are surrounded by enemies, a cold and elegant fairy girl suddenly appears...

"?"

Li Mo feels weird.

Good news, no one calls him the God Hammer Overlord anymore.

Bad news, his other nickname seems to be very unremarkable! It sounds worse than trash!

Student Li sat back in his seat, not knowing why.

He found that Murong Xiao, Huang Donglai, Xiao Qin, and Hengyun Sanying were looking at him with strange expressions.

"Judge me, is my nickname outrageous?"

"Old Xiao, you are called Zhanfeng Canjian, so handsome, Old Bai, you are called Lingyunjian, even more cool, Huang Donglai, you... forget it, eat more..."

"So, I haven't married yet, I don't even have a wife, how can I have a lucky wife? What kind of wife can I have?"

"Where's my wife?"

Student Li was indignant.

As he was talking, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps on the stairs, and everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound and looked at the person who came.

Okay.

The cold and aloof Fairy Han walked to the table, with a quiet and sacred face, expressionless and cold temperament, and sat next to Li Mo.

She grabbed the fingertips of the big-headed doll and curled up slightly.

"....."

Everyone leaned back slightly.

Or...

You ask her?