Zuo Mo looked at Senior Brother Wei Sheng with some surprise.

The clothes on the senior brother's body were torn into strands of cloth, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, exuding a compelling momentum. This made Zuo Mo feel very unfamiliar, but a word suddenly appeared in his mind - sword intent!

Zuo Mo suddenly realized: "Congratulations, senior brother!"

Wei Sheng smiled when he heard this, and the sword intent surrounding his body seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, and it suddenly stirred. The small gravel on the ground was bounced away, and the dust flew away, and in just a moment, a shallow pit was cut by the invisible sword intent under his feet.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, my cultivation is limited, and I can't send and receive it freely. ”

"Senior brother, do you want fire dragon grass?" Zuo Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. For the first time, he saw the person who was about to build the foundation, and he was very curious.

"There's Senior Brother Lao. Wei Sheng moved helplessly, and the pit under his feet was almost knee-long.

Knowing that Wei Sheng had reached a critical juncture, Zuo Mo didn't talk nonsense: "Senior brother, please come with me." After speaking, he spread his feet and took the lead in the direction of the Cold Mist Valley.

There was a continuous sneering sound from behind, and where Senior Brother Wei Sheng passed, there were staggered and criss-crossed subtle cuts on the ground, and small pebbles were bounced off one after another.

The two quickly ran outside the Cold Mist Valley, and Zuo Mo dropped a sentence: "Senior brother, please wait a moment." He plunged into the thick fog, and after a while he turned back and came out, holding the fiery red dragon grass in his hand. Carefully placing the dragon grass on the ground, he quickly jumped to the side.

The shattered sword intent surrounding the senior brother was astonishingly destructive, and along the way, he was shocked to see it.

Wei Sheng leaned over and picked up the fire dragon grass, only to see that the fire dragon grass was like a flame, and its color was more vivid than before.

Wei Sheng's face showed joy, his expression was solemn, and he saluted Zuo Mo: "Thank you, junior brother!"

After speaking, Senior Brother Wei Sheng left in a hurry.

Zuo Mo stared blankly at the disappearing back of Senior Brother Wei Sheng, the first time he saw the appearance of the cultivator when he was about to build the foundation, it was completely different from what he imagined. I don't know if Senior Sister Li Yingfeng was in the same scene when she built the foundation?

Building the foundation, known as the first level of cultivators, is really extraordinary!

His spirit was a little dazed this day, and today's scene of Wei Sheng's sword intent brought him a huge impact. And I haven't heard the voice that announced Senior Sister Li Yingfeng's success in building the foundation last time.

Will it fail? His heart was full of worries, the dragon grass itself was like a strong poison, the slightest carelessness would cause the spiritual power to collapse, not to mention, Senior Brother Wei Sheng was still taking a three-grade dragon grass!

Senior Brother Wei Sheng and he have only met twice, but this senior brother with an iron heart and perseverance makes him sincerely admire. Before this, he had always felt that he was a very hardworking person, but compared to his senior brother, his efforts were simply not worth mentioning.

At midnight, Zuo Mo sat on the roof, absentmindedly listening to the sound played by Yin Gui, but his heart was even more worried.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly rose from somewhere in the mountain, piercing the sky!

Zheng!

It is like a sword out of its sheath, and the iron and stone intersect, resounding through the empty mountain!

The other disciples woke up one after another, and ran out one by one, looking up at the sword-like light that pierced the sky with a surprised expression.

On the roof, Zuo Mo's expression was equally sluggish. In his heart, he was overjoyed, and he was glad that this breath belonged to Senior Brother Wei Sheng! What surprised him was that this sword-like light brought him a great sense of oppression!

He involuntarily thought of the snow-white sword intent that had slashed his sea of knowledge. The two are quite similar, but they are far less vast, fierce and cold than the snow-white sword intent, but the senior brother's sword intent has a thick and condensed taste.

Zuo Mo's understanding of the sword was pitiful, but suddenly, he decided that this was the sword intent of the senior brother. He looked at the sword that pierced into the clouds in a daze, and he was both happy and envious.

Senior Sister Li Yingfeng didn't have much movement when she built the foundation, but Senior Brother built the foundation with momentum, which is really powerful!

With such a vision, not only Wukong Mountain was alarmed, but also the surrounding sects were also shocked by this strange scene, and they saw countless sword lights like meteors rushing straight towards this side.

No one noticed that in the sky, at some point, the head of the family and several uncles were already waiting by the side.

"This goalkeeper is Daxing!" said the third uncle, Yan Le, with a tremor in his voice. He didn't have the smile on his face for a long time, but showed a little crying.

The head of the sect, Pei Yuanran, couldn't help it, so in the sky, he suddenly knelt down towards the east, his tone was choked, and he knocked three times in a row: "Unworthy disciples, thank you for the blessing of the patriarch of this sect!

Looking up, he had tears on his face.

Yan Le and Xin Yan also knelt down in unison and kowtowed three times in a row towards the east!

The three of them got up, all of them red, as if they were drunk. Even Xin Yan, who was usually the most cold, couldn't help but have a touch of blush on his face at this time.

"It's a pity that the fourth senior sister hasn't returned, otherwise I don't know how relieved I should be to see this scene. Pei Yuanran's expression returned to normal and said with emotion.

Yan Le deeply agreed: "Seeing this scene, I die without regrets." ”

Pei Yuanran scolded: "How can the junior brother talk nonsense, the great prosperity of this sect is in sight, and we need to do our best to cultivate Wei Sheng so that we can live up to the expectations of the ancestors of the generations." ”

Yan Le nodded again and again: "What Senior Brother said is reasonable. He suddenly turned his face, frowned, and said with some displeasure: "There are a lot of guests tonight!"

Pei Yuanran's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said indifferently: "However, tonight is not the time to entertain, second junior brother, don't let them disturb Wei Sheng." ”

"Okay!" Xin Yan, who calmed down, was as cold as iron and stone, and in just one word, the cold air overflowed.

Whether it was the cultivators flying towards the Voidless Mountain, or the outer disciples who were looking up, they felt that the ground in front of them was suddenly snow-white! Before they could react, a terrifying sword intent with a devastating aura enveloped their heads!

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but retreat.

I saw a huge snow-white dragon, occupying half of the sky, moving flexibly in the night sky, its ice crystal-like eyes proud. The cold and fierce aura can be clearly felt from afar.

Only then did everyone remember that the Voidless Sword Sect had four Jindan stage cultivators!

"But Ice Sword?" an old voice came from afar.

Xin Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes surging with battle intent, and said coldly: "In Xia Xinyan." ”

On Wukong Mountain, a group of outer disciples looked up and were all amazed. It turned out that Uncle Xin Yan, who usually had a cold face, had such a big name.

The man in the distance did not speak.

"It's too late today, and it's just when the apprentices are building the foundation, it's really inconvenient to entertain, and it disturbs you Yaxing, forgive me. You might as well come back on another day, and you will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you. Pei Yuanran's voice was full of faint majesty, which could be heard from far and near.

"I didn't think that I would have a master like "Ice Sword" in Dongfu, it's rude and rude! It's inconvenient today, and I'll bother you tomorrow!"

The surrounding Xiuzhen was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the person who came turned out to be Tian Songzi. Tian Songzi is definitely famous in the entire Dongfu, he is the descendant of the Dongfu immortals, and he is also the actual ruler of Dongfu today.

Even Pei Yuanran showed a shocked expression, he didn't expect that the movement here would actually alarm Tian Songzi. The fame of the pine tree in the east floats, and it is rumored that the cultivation is amazing.

However, he was the master of a faction after all, and he was extremely calm, and raised his voice: "Congratulations to Brother Dao!"

Seeing this, those cultivators who originally wanted to find out more scattered in all directions. Even the people who treat the pine nuts politely, how dare they make a mistake. The smart people realized that the status of the Wukong Sword Gate in Dongfu was bound to rise.

Most of them knew the news that there were four Jindan stage cultivators in the Wukong Sword Sect. However, the Wukong Sword Gate rarely communicates with outsiders, and except for Yan Le, who is in charge of the operation, there are more people who know more, and the other three basically do not step out of the mountain gate.

Someone who cares is already planning to inquire about the rumors about "Ice Sword". It is really incomprehensible that such a master is unknown in a small mountain.

Zuo Mo turned a deaf ear to the words between the head and Tian Songzi, and he stared blankly at the snow-white dragon that was swimming in the sky.

Just as he directly concluded that the sword that pierced into the clouds was caused by Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he also recognized the snow-white dragon swimming in the sky as the sword intent in his own sea. In terms of appearance, there was a clear difference between the two, but somehow, he was extremely sure that there was no essential difference between this dragon and the snow-white sword intent he had seen twice.

He couldn't help but suddenly realize that that night, it was the uncles!

This result made his heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, he remembered that the culprit was still in his own sea of consciousness! This thought suddenly made his heart beat wildly.

If you let the head of the house know it, Pu is in his own sea of knowledge......

He shuddered, his teeth chattering slightly.

He looked at the snow mantle walking in the sky, and the cold air in his heart was rising, he always had the illusion that this snow mantle seemed to be able to find the pu demon at any time, and it would not hesitate to rush down and tear itself to pieces!

The feeling grew stronger, and he even felt as if the giant dragon had been watching him.

He was so devastated that he didn't care about anything else, and almost crawled off the roof and retracted into the room.

When he returned to the quiet room, he was shocked.

After a while, my heartbeat slowly calmed down, and my tongue was still dry.

Damn the Pu Demon! Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse in his heart again.

He suddenly thought that the Pu Demon could come out on his own, and this thought suddenly shocked him. That crazy guy of Pu Demon don't make a fuss at this time!

He hurriedly sat down, forced himself to meditate, and let his mind enter his sea of knowledge.

Zhihai seemed to be raging with a violent wind, and crimson flames flew wildly, like a group of bewitching snake girls twisting their thrilling waists. Instead of sitting on the tombstone as usual, Pu stood in front of the tombstone, like a spear, his black clothes as smooth as silk hunting, and the black hair on his forehead fluttered, still covering his left eye.

His right eye was bloodshot as he stared at the tombstone.