Zuo Mo finally touched the threshold!

This sword intent seemed to be as good as snow, but vaguely he saw countless smaller sword intents. The number of these sword intents as small as ice crystals was incomparably incomparable, densely packed, and they gathered together and surged layer by layer. Each tiny sword intent was like a drop of water, and countless drops of water constituted the sea, surging into a tide.

Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent is a small tide, a small ice crystal tide!

For the first time, he forgot the pain of being beheaded.

The scene just now was very short, but what he saw made him remember it for a long time. Dazzling as the fine sword intent of ice crystals, surging like a tide, in the midst of the solemnity, there is a different kind of beauty. Even he, a person who doesn't know how to swords, can't help but be amazed.

He suddenly had an epiphany that the dragon released by Senior Uncle Xin Yan was not real, but also made up of countless snow-white swords and shattered swords.

He stood in the courtyard in a daze, stunned until nightfall.

The next day, early in the morning, Zuo Mo ran to the Cold Mist Valley. Transferred from a temporary worker to a regular worker, plus a Tsukidan, for the money-obsessed zombie, it really hits the nail on the head, and he is becoming more and more attentive.

He was sure that he had the goal of finding the answer, but he deeply understood that things needed to be taken step by step, especially for an outer disciple like him, who had nothing.

He has a lot more work now than he did before. The fourth senior aunt gave him a jade slip, which was full of all the things that needed to be paid attention to in the cultivation of various elixirs, and ninety percent of them were something he had never touched before. It's a whole new challenge for him.

But fortunately, he can slowly grope around, and these elixirs in the medicine field seem to be in good condition now.

In the corner of the medicine field, the dragon grass seedlings have already sprouted. The third-grade fire dragon grass seed given by Senior Brother Wei Sheng was planted by him in the spiritual field.

Today he needs to accompany some female disciples to Dongfu, saying that he is accompanied, but it is actually similar to the battle array.

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

This group of women is really noisy!

The sound of their chirping could be heard from afar, and Zuo Mo was upset when he heard it.

After being repaired and strengthened, the Wind Walking Paper Crane was much more stable and much more comfortable than before, and he secretly thought that the three spars were worth it. Sitting on the paper crane, with nothing to do left and right, he began to figure out Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent again.

Although he wanted to die every time, he knew that such opportunities were precious. The opportunity to ask Senior Uncle Xin Yan for advice, unless it is Senior Brother Wei Sheng, an outer disciple like him, don't even think about it. He didn't know why Pu Demon had this sword intent of his uncle, but there was no doubt that this sword intent was undoubtedly a treasure trove for Zuo Mo.

It is impossible to learn all of them, but learning a little bit is enough for him to be of infinite use.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in front of him, which woke Zuo Mo up from his thoughts.

He was suddenly unhappy in his heart.

Several strange male cultivators seemed to be pestering the female disciples of their own sect, Zuo Mo sighed in his heart, these days, it is not easy to accept the gift!

Putting away the crane, he walked forward slowly. This is the road to Dongfu, Zuo Mo is not afraid that the other party will dare to do anything out of the ordinary, so he is very sure in his heart.

"Ha, I heard that your senior sister Li Yingfeng has built a foundation? Good news, good news. The male cultivator at the head said in a smooth tone.

Several other male cultivators around him also laughed.

At this time, a male cultivator flattered and said, "Senior brother, I'm not wrong. The level of these girls is much more tender than those dominatrix in our door. ”

"Yes, yes!" the man at the head laughed evilly, "But you have to be careful, if they hear this, you can have a good life." ”

"Hey, that's. ”

Zuo Mo coughed lightly, and the female disciples immediately made a way. Now that you've received something, you can't just sit idly by.

"What's the matter, everyone, blocking the road?" Zuo Mo stepped out of the crowd, looking at each other with slanted eyes, and sneered in his mouth.

This group of people looked very scummy, all of them were roe deer. Especially the person in charge, looking at that face, Zuo Mo had the urge to punch it into a barbecued pork bun. Compared with other peers, Zuo Mo has a lot of experience in going out, and his vision can be called spicy. At first glance, this group of people is the kind of goods that do not enter the stream, and the more polite you are to deal with this kind of goods, the more they will think that you are weak and deceitful.

In fact, the biggest reliance in Zuo Mo's heart was the one in his hand, which contained three sword rays, which was not bad to scare this group.

"It turned out to be a different master. The man at the head also sneered, looked Zuo Mo up and down, and his face was full of mockery: "Just the eighth layer of qi refining dares to come to be a hero, I really don't know how thick the sky is." Even if Li Yingfeng was here, he didn't dare to talk to me like this. ”

Could it be that this person in front of him has a lot of background? Zuo Mo's heart was empty, but his face was not revealing at all: "What a big breath, with this ability, why don't you go to the mountain gate of Benmen to call the battle, and run here to bully a group of little girls, tsk, so capable, so capable!"

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

This person's face suddenly turned ugly, and he snorted coldly: "I heard that there is a genius in the Wukong Sword Sect, is it you a waste material? Senior Brother will let you know what politeness is today!"

As soon as the words fell, a flying sword appeared in front of him!

Zuo Mo was stunned, the other party actually had a flying sword!

The first word that popped into his mind was foundation building! He didn't expect that this guy who had gone up to the rat brain was actually a cultivator in the foundation building period. Cultivators in the Qi refining period cannot sacrifice the flying sword, and only when they reach the foundation building period can they start refining the flying sword. Even Senior Brother Wei Sheng, before he built a foundation, he never had a flying sword.

Staring nervously at the flying sword floating in front of the other party, Zuo Mo swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

This was the first time he had seen a flying sword!

The whole body is cyan, about three feet long, the sword body is thin and narrow, the edge is sharp, and the cold light flashes. This must be a bloody hole.

The faces of the female disciples all changed drastically! They didn't expect that they would meet a cultivator in the foundation building period this time! They were originally full of confidence in Zuo Mo, but they immediately lost all confidence. The huge gap between the Qi Refining Period and the Foundation Building Period made it impossible for Qi Refining Stage cultivators to resist in the face of Foundation Building Stage cultivators.

The power of the flying sword is not something that the sword can compete with.

Xiaoguo's apple face turned white with fright, and he looked at the flying sword in horror.

The man smiled gloomily: "Let you have a good taste of the master's Qingfeng Sword!"

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

The moment the other party's flying sword moved, Zuo Mo calmed down. All the tension seemed to disappear without a trace, and he stared at this flying sword tightly, just like the snow-white sword intent that he had been waiting for carefully these days!

As soon as the flying sword moved, his heart immediately settled.

Although the cyan flying sword looks bright and scary, this guy's strength is limited, but the sense of danger it gives him is far inferior to the pure sword intent of Senior Uncle Xin Yan!

In vain!

The sword intent was thin and empty, and it didn't even condense into shape, which was simply unsightly.

The spiritual power in his body was running rapidly, and he calmly looked at the flying sword that was getting closer and closer, and between the lightning and flint, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at it, and the void was a little.

A golden sword burst out of his hand.

Ping!

With a crisp sound, the sword light accurately hit the tip of the flying sword three centimeters, and the flying sword swung slightly.

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

Ping!

The sound of gold and stone intersecting sounded abruptly, and the flying sword suddenly froze, and the half-arc aperture came to an abrupt halt. It's like a dancing fairy, and when she is in the middle of dancing, she suddenly sneezes loudly, and all the beauty and charm suddenly disappear without a trace.

The man was shocked and angry!

He also saw that the guy in front of him was relying on a magic weapon. But being interrupted twice in a row by the other party, and the other party was unharmed, made him feel disgraced. In the face of a disciple in the Qi refining period, two consecutive moves failed, and if this was to be spread to the sect, it would be laughed off by those senior brothers.

The previous two moves were just a lesson, but this time, he couldn't care so much anymore, and desperately urged his spiritual power!

It's a big deal to go back and be punished!

With enough spiritual power, the power of the flying sword was suddenly completely different from just now.

The flying sword flew to the top of Zuo Mo's head, and the sword body was covered with a faint sword light, making a continuous whining sound, like an excited beast, ready to pounce on its prey.

Zuo Mo raised his head, and his squinted eyes shone with a touch of excitement and madness!

Two hits in a row gave him a big boost of confidence. He had no experience in fighting with people before, and the last time he and Senior Sister Li Yingfeng were just a touch away. And in the face of Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent in the sea of knowledge, he had no room for resistance. Don't say resist, in front of that Haoran sword intent, he couldn't even raise a finger.

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

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

He suddenly had a crazy idea!

Slash this flying sword!

He didn't know why he had such a crazy idea all of a sudden, but as soon as it popped up, it was so intense, so strong that he didn't even think about whether it was realistic.

Time does not allow him to think too much, and under the urging of this crazy thought, he also mustered up the spiritual power in his body.

Squinted his eyes and stared at the blue-light flying sword above his head!

Scenes passed by him.

Xin Yan's senior uncle's pure and condensed sword intent, like the tide of ice crystals, seemed to become clearer and clearer in front of him. It squirmed slowly like a behemoth, but the feeling of chilling into the bones did not diminish in the slightest.

Every trace of pain when the divine consciousness was cut off seemed to suddenly become extremely clear at this time. I don't know if it's a painful stimulus, his consciousness is clear and clear, and everything around him seems to be quiet.

The spiritual power that was drumming all over his body quietly surged towards the Golden Sword Ring.

He raised his right hand and pointed at it!