Mu Xue and Mu Xue

The eldest prince was an extraordinary man, holding a fan in one hand elegantly. On the fan, written in strong and powerful handwriting, was a magnificent poem:

The vast galaxy shines in the sky,

Hua Yan has the ambition to unify the country.

The wind and clouds move the distant mountains,

The ink rhyme will last for thousands of years and will be highly respected.

"Um...did you write the poem on this fan?"

The eldest prince looked at Lin Mo with a smiling expression from beginning to end. His eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, which made Lin Mo feel a little uncomfortable. In order to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, Lin Mo had to ask casually.

"Yes! The name of this poem is "Lingqiong Fuzhi". What do you think? Not bad, right? By the way, my name is Yun Qianyou, you can just call me by my name." Yun Qianyou answered very calmly, with a hint of pride in his words.

When Lin Mo heard the surname Yun, his body shook slightly involuntarily.

He thought to himself, "This person's surname is Yun? That's the national surname! Yun Yufei's surname is also Yun! Could they be closely related? Forget it, I can't interfere in other people's family affairs."

Although Lin Mo had some understanding of poetry, he only knew how to appreciate it. It would be extremely difficult for him to create his own works.

"Oh, okay! Then I'll call you Brother Yun?" Lin Mo said tentatively.

Yun Qianyou still had that smiling look on his face and nodded slightly to show his approval.

"I think this poem is very good, but I don't know much about writing poetry. I can only appreciate it." Lin Mo said while touching his head a little embarrassedly, with a blush on his face.

"Haha, whether it's appreciation or poetry, these are just a way to pass the time. Okay, enough talk, let's go on stage!"

Yun Qianyou laughed heartily a few times, and as soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and jumped onto the ring like an agile swallow.

Seeing that his elder brother Yun Qianyou had already stepped onto the stage so neatly, Lin Mo naturally could not be negligent at all, so he also gathered his strength and jumped onto the stage immediately.

"May I ask what realm Brother Lin is at now?" Yun Qianyou asked calmly while standing on the ring.

"It's 32 stars in the Soul Sword Realm." Lin Mo answered truthfully.

"Yes, you are stronger than I was back then. Then attack me with all your might. I won't fight back. Use your strongest attack method to attack me!"

As Yun Qianyou spoke, he calmly and gently folded the folding fan in his hand.

Lin Mo originally thought that he would summon his weapons and be ready for battle, but unexpectedly, he only did this one action from beginning to end. This made Lin Mo feel a little confused, and he secretly wondered what his intentions were.

However, despite the doubts, the attack must continue. After all, this is a rare opportunity for actual combat.

"Then I will respectfully obey your command!" A hint of determination flashed across Lin Mo's eyes. He thought secretly in his heart and did not rashly use the Seven-Colored Wheel.

He knew very well that if he rashly used all his strength without knowing the strength of his opponent, he might fall into a desperate situation if he encountered a trap; but if he did not go all out, he might miss the opportunity.

So, he decided to test it out first. He was agile and swift like a cheetah, and rushed towards Yun Qianyou with his sword in hand.

Yun Qianyou witnessed Lin Mo's actions, but his face remained calm. He just shook his wrist slightly and reopened the folding fan in his hand.

However, this folding fan is now very different from before.

The fan that originally had a beautiful landscape painting and a magnificent poem inscribed on it had undergone a strange change. Only three colors remained on it: the fresh and elegant cyan, the bright and dazzling yellow, and the deep and dark blue.

His folding fan had a total of nine folds, and at this moment, there were exactly three colored folds, while the rest were pure and flawless white without any pattern decoration.

Lin Mo's figure flashed quickly, and he was close to Yun Qianyou in a few jumps. He chose to swing a sword first to test this enemy who was always "smiling" and unpredictable.

This sword may seem simple, but it actually embodies Lin Mo's exquisite control of strength and speed. The sword wind whistles, cutting through the air and making a slight sharp whistling sound.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Mo had already approached Yun Qianyou, but Yun Qianyou seemed to be out of it, still looking indifferent, and even fanning himself leisurely with a fan, as if Lin Mo's attack was just a breeze that could not disturb him at all.

Lin Mo didn't dare to be careless at all. Although he was confused about Yun Qianyou's reaction, he still chopped down the sword in his hand.

"When you encounter an enemy you can't see through, don't try to test him. Just use your strongest attack. You never know if he'll kill you instantly with one strike."

Yun Qianyou's light words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Mo's heart hard, making him break out in a cold sweat instantly. So he stopped the sword he had already swung without hesitation, and took advantage of the reaction force to jump back suddenly.

"Since my brother has said so, I will unleash my full strength!"

Lin Mo took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and threw out his Seven Thunder Wheel.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by a mysterious force, and dense thunder elements spread rapidly like a tide, covering the entire arena.

Lin Mo did not dare to slack off at all, and quickly injected a trace of star power into the Seven Thunder Wheel.

The magical thing is that this time the Seven Thunder Wheel did not leak out crazy thunder like in the previous practice, but it rotated steadily and slowly like an ordinary wheel.

After the game, Lin Mo never used the Seven Thunder Wheel again for various reasons. To be honest, this was the first time he actually used this mysterious thing in such a formal and critical situation.

After waiting for three breaths, the pointer of the Seven Thunder Wheel slowly stopped at the purple position.

At the moment the pointer froze, Lin Mo suddenly felt a wonderful feeling arising from the bottom of his heart.

"What should I do next?" Lin Mo frowned slightly and began to think quickly in his mind.

"Right, should I choose whether to attach it to a weapon or use it directly on myself? Let's try attaching it to myself first!"

Lin Mo had made up his mind, so he concentrated his energy and tried to establish a closer connection with the Seven Thunder Wheel. He worked hard to communicate with the Seven Thunder Wheel, trying to make the thunder power he drew perfectly attach to himself and make full preparations for the upcoming battle.