World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo finally touched the threshold!

This sword intention seemed to be as smooth as snow, but he could vaguely see countless smaller sword intentions. These sword intents, which are as small as ice crystals, are extremely numerous and densely packed. They gather together and surge layer by layer. Each tiny sword intention is like a drop of water, and countless drops of water form the ocean, surging into a tide.

Uncle Xin Yan’s sword intention is like a small tide, a small tide of ice crystals!

For the first time, he forgot the severe pain of having his consciousness cut off.

The scene just now was short, but what he saw made him think about it for a long time. The sword intent was as dazzling as ice crystals, surging like a tide, but there was a different kind of beauty in the solemn and awe-inspiring scene. Even a person like him who doesn't know much about swords can't help but be amazed by it.

He suddenly realized that the chi dragon released by Uncle Xin Yan was not real, but was also made of countless snow-white fragments of sword light.

He stood in the yard, dazed, until nightfall.

The next day, early in the morning, Zuo Mo ran to Cold Mist Valley. The transition from a temporary job to a regular job, plus a foundation-building pill, was a real hit for the money-obsessed zombie, and he became more attentive.

He set his goal to find the answer, but he deeply understood that things needed to be done step by step, especially for an outer disciple like him who had nothing.

His current workload is much greater than before. Fourth Senior Aunt gave him a jade slip, which contained all the things he needed to pay attention to when cultivating various elixirs. Ninety percent of them were things he had never come across before. For him, this is a new challenge.

Fortunately, he could explore slowly, and the elixirs in the medicine field now seemed to be in good condition.

In the corner of the medicine field, dragon grass seedlings have sprouted. He planted the third-grade fire dragon grass seed given by senior brother Wei Sheng in the spiritual field.

Today he needed to accompany some female disciples on a trip to Dongfu. He said he was accompanying them, but in fact it was almost the same as escorting them.

Sitting on the popular paper crane, Zuo Mo followed the group of female disciples about ten feet away.

These women are really noisy!

Their chirping could be heard from afar, and Zuo Mo was upset.

After the Fengxing Paper Crane was repaired and strengthened, it was much more stable and comfortable than before. He secretly thought that these three crystal stones were worth spending. Sitting on the paper crane with nothing to do, he began to figure out Uncle Xin Yan's sword intention.

Although he felt like dying every time, he knew how precious this opportunity was. Unless it was Senior Brother Wei Sheng, the opportunity to seek advice from Senior Uncle Xin Yan was a no-brainer for an outer disciple like him. He didn't know why Pu Yao retained his uncle's sword intent, but there was no doubt that this sword intent was a treasure trove for Zuo Mo.

It is impossible to learn them all, but learning a little bit is enough for him to benefit endlessly.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the front, which woke Zuo Mo from his thoughts.

He suddenly felt unhappy.

Several strange male cultivators seemed to be pestering the female disciples of our sect. Zuo Mo sighed in his heart, it's hard to accept gifts these days!

Putting away the paper crane, he walked forward slowly. This is the road leading to Dongfu. Zuo Mo is not afraid that the other party will dare to do anything outrageous, so he is very sure of it.

"Ha, I heard that your senior sister Li Yingfeng has established a foundation? Good news, good news." The leading male cultivator said in a glib tone.

Several other male cultivators around him were also laughing non-stop.

At this time, a male cultivator said flatteringly: "Brother, I am right. The level of these girls is much more tender than those dominatrixes in our sect."

"Not bad, not bad!" The leader said with an evil smile: "But you have to be careful. If they hear this, you will have a good life."

"Hehe, that's right."

Zuo Mo coughed lightly, and the female disciples immediately made way for him. Now that you have collected your things, you can’t just sit back and do nothing.

"What's going on? Everyone? Blocking the way?" Zuo Mo stepped out from the crowd, looked at each other sideways, and sneered.

This group of people look like scumbags at first glance, all of them have deer heads and rat eyes. Especially the leader. Looking at that face, Zuo Mo had the urge to punch him and beat him into barbecued pork buns.

Compared with other students, Zuo Mo has rich experience in going out and has a sophisticated vision. At first glance, this group of people looks like the kind of low-class people. The more polite you are when dealing with such people, the more they will think you are weak and can be bullied.

In fact, Zuo Mo's biggest reliance was the [Golden Sword Ring] in his hand. It stored three sword lights, which was good for scaring this group of people.

"It turns out there is a new owner." The leader also sneered, looking Zuo Mo up and down, his face full of ridicule: "You dare to pretend to be a hero when you are just at the eighth level of Qi Refining. You really don't know how high the world is. Even if Li Yingfeng is here, You don’t dare to talk to me like that.”

Could it be that the person in front of me has a great background? Zuo Mo felt guilty, but his face didn't show it at all: "You have such a strong tone. With such ability, why don't you go to the gate of our mountain to call a battle, and come here to bully a group of little girls? Tsk tsk, you are so capable! You are so capable!"

Some of the female disciples around covered their mouths and laughed.

The man's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he snorted coldly: "I heard that a genius came out of the Wukong Sword Sect, is it you who is a loser? Senior brother, I will let you know what politeness means today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword suddenly appeared in front of him!

Zuo Mo was stunned. The opponent actually had a flying sword!

The first word that popped into his mind was foundation building! He didn't expect that the guy who climbed up to the rat-eyed deer's head was actually a cultivator in the foundation-building stage. Cultivators in the Qi refining stage cannot practice flying swords. Only when they reach the foundation building stage can they begin to practice flying swords. Even Senior Brother Wei Sheng never had a flying sword before he established the foundation.

Staring nervously at the flying sword floating in front of the opponent, Zuo Mo swallowed hard.

This was the first time he saw Feijian!

The whole body is cyan, about three feet long, the blade is narrow, the blade is sharp, and the cold light shines. If you take a hit like this, there will definitely be a bloody hole in your body.

The expressions of all the female disciples changed drastically! They didn't expect that they would meet a cultivator in the foundation building stage this time! They who originally had full confidence in Zuo Mo suddenly lost all confidence. The huge gap between the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage leaves no room for resistance for practitioners in the Qi Refining Stage facing those in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The power of the flying sword cannot be competed by the sword light.

Xiao Guo's apple face turned pale with fright, and she looked at the flying sword in horror.

The man smiled sinisterly: "Let you have a taste of my Qingfeng sword!"

At the same time, he pointed his fingers sideways and saw the flying sword stabbing towards Zuo Mo like a psychic!

The moment the opponent's flying sword moved, Zuo Mo calmed down. All the tension seemed to disappear without a trace. He stared closely at the flying sword, just like the snow-white sword intent he had been waiting for these days!

As soon as Feijian moved, his heart immediately calmed down.

Although the green flying sword looks bright and scary, this guy's strength is limited, but the sense of danger it gives him is far less than the pure sword intention of Uncle Xin Yan!

It’s just an illusion!

The sword intent was thin and dissipated, and it didn't even take shape. It was simply unsightly.

The spiritual power in his body was running rapidly. He calmly looked at the flying sword that was getting closer and closer. In the midst of the lightning and flint, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed his finger in the void.

A golden sword glow hissed out of his hand.

Ping!

There was a crisp sound, and the sword light accurately hit the tip of the flying sword three centimeters away, causing the flying sword to sway slightly.

"Hmph!" The other party snorted coldly, turned his spiritual power, and saw the flying sword turning in mid-air, creating a semi-arc circle of light in the air, which was really beautiful.

Ping!

The sound of gold and stone intersecting suddenly sounded, the flying sword suddenly stopped, and the semi-arc aperture stopped abruptly. Like a dancing fairy who suddenly sneezed loudly in the middle of the dance, all the beauty and charm suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The man was shocked and angry!

He also saw that the guy in front of him relied on a magic weapon. But he was interrupted twice in a row by the opponent, and the opponent was not injured at all, which made him feel humiliated. Facing a disciple in the Qi refining stage, two consecutive moves failed. If this were to spread to the sect, the brothers would laugh out loud.

The two moves before were just meant to teach him a lesson, but this time, he no longer cared so much and tried his best to activate his spiritual power!

At worst, I'll be punished if I go back!

After mustering up his spiritual power, the power of the flying sword was suddenly completely different from before.

The flying sword flew above Zuo Mo's head, with a faint sword glow on the sword body and a continuous whine, like an excited beast, ready to pounce on its prey.

Zuo Mo raised his head, his narrowed eyes sparkling with excitement and madness!

Two consecutive hits boosted his confidence. He had no experience fighting with others before, and the last time he and Senior Sister Li Yingfeng were separated at the first touch. Facing Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent in the sea of ​​consciousness, he had no room for resistance. Not to mention resisting, he couldn't even lift a finger in front of that awe-inspiring sword intent.

But with the flying sword in front of him, he successfully blocked the opponent's attack twice!

With this record alone, he is already proud enough. But at this time, he was completely caught up in an inexplicable enthusiasm and excitement.

He suddenly had a crazy idea!

Cut off this flying sword!

He didn't know why he suddenly had such a crazy idea, but as soon as the idea came up, it was so strong that he didn't even think about whether it was realistic or not.

There was no time for him to think too much. Spurred by this crazy idea, he also summoned up the spiritual power in his body.

Narrowing his eyes, he stared closely at the flying sword with brilliant blue light above his head!

Scenes passed by him.

Xin Yan's uncle's sword intent, which was pure and condensed and surged like a tidal wave of ice crystals, seemed to become more and more clear in front of him. It squirmed slowly like a giant, but the feeling of coldness that penetrated into the bones did not weaken at all.

Every trace of pain when his consciousness was cut off seemed to suddenly become extremely clear at this time. I don't know if it was painful stimulation, but his consciousness was clear and crystal clear, and everything around him seemed to be quiet.

The spiritual power surging throughout his body quietly surged toward the Golden Sword Ring.

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