However, after turning his head to look at Murong Feixue, Mo Ziyan suddenly came to his senses again.

Murong Feixue has that kind of mysterious ability, so what's so strange that others can have one or two mysterious abilities?

There is no door in the Purple Spirit Garden, it is two huge stones carved from bluestone howling lions biting each other and holding a golden plaque, on which are written 'Purple Spirit Garden' three big characters.

When Murong Feixue and the three of them appeared at the gate of the Purple Spirit Garden, a middle-aged monk had already walked out of the Purple Spirit Garden, smiling and nodding at Mo Ziyan, obviously knowing Mo Ziyan.

"Senior Brother Xu." Mo Ziyan hurriedly saluted, and Murong Feixue and Long Ming were no exception, and they also called Senior Brother Xu.

This senior brother surnamed Xu is called Xu Qinghan, he is the caretaker of the Purple Spirit Garden, and his cultivation is profound, and he is one of the senior brothers who is longer than Mo Ziyan.

"This is the hand of the Liang Hall Master, who ordered me to come and pick the Spirit Fruit." Mo Ziyan handed over a jade slip to Xu Qinghan, who gave it back to Mo Ziyan after a brief glance.

"Senior Brother Mo hasn't been here for a long time, this time I specially brought these two junior brothers and sisters over to familiarize themselves with the terrain?" Xu Qinghan smiled and nodded with Murong Feixue, looking very easy-going.

"Well, how is my brother doing?" Mo Ziyan simply said hello.

"It's okay, it's just that I'm about to break through recently, and I'm afraid that the affairs in the Purple Spirit Garden will not be taken care of, so I also ask my junior brother to return to my master, so that someone can replace me." With a suppressed joy on his face, Xu Qinghan patted Mo Ziyan's shoulder and asked solemnly.

The Purple Spirit Garden was originally an important place in the academy, and it needed a heavyweight disciple to protect it, and at least it had to be cultivated at the sixth stage of the Xuan Rank. And this Xu Qinghan is the same as Mo Zi's death, he belongs to the cultivation of the seventh stage of the Heavenly Rank Green Realm, if he is promoted to the eighth stage of the Heavenly Rank Green Realm, then the academy will have a great increase in combat power.

This is something to celebrate, Mo Ziyan suddenly said happily: "Congratulations, senior brother, I will return to my master when I go back this time." ”

"Well, take your auspicious words, you go in and pick your own, I'll go to practice by myself." Xu Qinghan went to practice on his own, and Mo Ziyan went to hit the Spirit Fruit.

This Purple Spirit Garden is huge, with a radius of dozens of miles, and it is thanks to a master like Xu Qinghan that it can take care of it.

Mo Ziyan was also extremely familiar with this Purple Spirit Garden, Bi Jing had already been here so many times, and immediately took the two of them directly through and came to the location of the Ning Spirit Fruit.

This condensing spirit fruit is a kind of spiritual fruit that can make people calm their minds and condense their qi after eating, and it is the best effect for people who have just entered the Xuan Realm, or who will enter the Xuan Realm, to feel the spiritual energy and harmonize the whole body.

Mo Ziyan picked out a few larger ones and gave them to Murong Feixue, and said with a smile: "You will break through to the Heavenly Rank recently, and the effect of eating two more of these Spirit Fruits is also excellent." ”

With Murong Feixue's experience, where do you still need to eat the Spirit Fruit to cultivate yourself? But Mo Ziyan is a good intention, how can he refuse?

Besides, even if you don't use it, Xin Yue and Yan Niang will definitely be able to use it.

At the moment, he was not polite to Mo Ziyan, put the spirit condensing fruit into the space, and then helped Mo Ziyan pick the fruit by himself. And Long Ming was wandering around.

The aura of this Purple Spirit Garden is extremely sufficient, and the Spirit Fruit Immortal Grass here grows quite well, but Long Ming yawns when he looks at it, as if these things are not attractive to him at all.