Chapter 28 Threshold

Zuo Mo finally touched the threshold!

This sword intent seemed to be as skilled as snow, but he vaguely saw countless smaller sword intents. These sword intents as small as ice crystals were extremely complex and dense. They gathered together and surged layer by layer. Each small sword intent was like a drop of water, and countless drops of water formed the sea and surged into tides.

Master Xin Yan’s sword intent is a small tide, a small ice crystal tide!

For the first time, he forgot the severe pain of his spiritual sense being killed.

The scene just now was very short, but what he saw made him savor it for a long time. It was as dazzling as the fine sword intent of ice crystals, surging like a tide. There was a different kind of beauty in the stern and stern Haoran. Even he, who didn't know how to do swords, could not help but be amazed by it.

He suddenly realized that the Chilong released by Master Xin Yan was not real, but was also composed of countless snow-white fine sword lights.

He stood in the yard, stunned until nightfall.

The next day, early in the morning, Zuo Mo ran to Lengwu Valley. He transferred from a temporary worker to a formal worker, and with a foundation-building pill, it was really a critical hit for the money-loving zombies, and he became more and more attentive.

He determined the goal of finding the answer, but he deeply understood that things needed to be done step by step, especially his outer disciple who had nothing.

His current workload is much greater than before. The Fourth Master Gu gave him a jade slip, which was full of things to pay attention to when planting various spiritual medicines, and 90% of them were something he had never contacted before. For him, this was a brand new challenge.

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

In the corner of the medicine field, the seedlings of Fire Dragon Grass have sprouted. The third-grade Fire Dragon Grass seed given by Senior Brother Wei Sheng was planted in the spiritual field by him.

Today he needed to accompany some female disciples to Dongfu, saying that he was accompanying him, but in fact he was about the same as escorting the formation.

Sitting on the Fengxing Paper Crane, Zuo Mo followed about ten feet away from the group of female disciples.

These women are really noisy!

Their chirping sounds were heard from afar, making Zuo Mo feel upset.

After repairing and strengthening, Fengxing Paper Crane was much more stable and more comfortable than before. He thought to himself that these three crystal flowers were worth it. Sitting on the paper crane, he had nothing to do, and he began to figure out the sword intent of Master Xin Yan again.

Although he was dying every time, he knew that such opportunities were precious. Unless he asked Master Xin Yan for advice, it was senior brother Wei Sheng, and outside disciples like him, he didn't have to think about it. He didn't know why Pu Yao kept the sword intent of Master's uncle, but there was no doubt that this sword intent was undoubtedly a treasure house for Zuo Mo.

It is unlikely to learn it all, but learning a little bit will be of great benefit to him.

At this moment, a noise suddenly came from the front, awakening Zuo Mo from his thoughts.

He felt unhappy immediately.

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

Putting away the paper crane, he walked forward slowly. This was the road to Dongfu. Zuo Mo was not afraid that the other party would really dare to do anything extraordinary, so he was very confident in his heart.

"Ha, I heard that your senior sister Li Yingfeng has built the foundation? Good news, good news." The male cultivator in the lead said with a slight slight tact.

Several other male cultivators around him also laughed constantly.

At this time, a male cultivator pleased him and said, "Senior brother, I'm right. The level of these girls is much tenderer than the female yakshas in our door."

"Not bad!" The man in the leader smiled evilly: "But you have to be careful. If they hear these words, you will have a good life."

"Hey, that's it."

Zuo Mo coughed lightly, and the female disciples immediately gave in. Since they had collected the things, they could not just leave it alone.

"What's wrong? Everyone? Stop the road and intercept the color?" Zuo Mo Yuezhong came out, looked at the other party with his eyes squinted, and sneered.

This group of people looked very despicable, with all the deer-headed people. Especially the person in the leader, when he looked at his face, Zuo Mo had the urge to punch it into a char siu bun. Compared with other fellow disciples, Zuo Mo had rich experience and had a very experienced vision. This group of people looked like the kind of insignificant people. The more polite they were to deal with this kind of goods, the more they felt that you were weak and bullied.

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

"So it's a change of master." The man in the leader also sneered, looked Zuo Mo up and down with a sarcastic look on his face: "I dare to be a hero after just the eighth level of Qi Refining. I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong. Even if Li Yingfeng is here, I don't dare to talk to me like this."

Could it be that the man in front of me is very good? Zuo Moxin was weak, but he didn't show any sign of his face: "What a big tone, with such ability, why don't you go to the mountain gate to call the formation and run here to bully a group of girls. Tsk, how capable, so capable!"

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

The man's face suddenly looked extremely ugly, and he snorted coldly: "I heard that a genius from Wukong Sword Sect has appeared. Is it just you a useless person? Senior brother will let you know what politeness is today!"

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

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

The first word that popped up in his mind was foundation building! He didn't expect that this guy who went up to the mouse-eyed and deer-brained brain was actually a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage could not sacrifice and refine flying swords. Only by reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage could they start offering and refine flying swords. Even Senior Brother Wei Sheng did not have a flying sword before he built the foundation.

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

This is the first time he has seen a flying sword!

The whole body is blue, about three feet long, the sword body is thin and narrow, the blade is sharp, and the cold light is flashing. If you hit it, you must have a blood hole on your body.

The female disciples all changed their faces! They did not expect that this time they would meet a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage! They were originally full of confidence in Zuo Mo, and immediately had no confidence. The huge gap between the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage made the Qi Refining Stage cultivators face the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, and there was no room for resistance.

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

Xiaoguo's apple face was so scared that she looked at the flying sword in terror.

The man smiled gloomy: "Let you taste my Qingfeng sword!"

At the same time, he pointed his fingers and saw that the flying sword suddenly stabbed towards Zuo Mo like a spiritual connection!

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

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

Although the green flying sword looks shaky and scary, this guy's strength is limited, but the sense of danger he gives him is far less than that of Master Xin Yan's pure sword intent!

It's just a shame!

The sword intent was thin and scattered, and it had not condensed into shape, which was simply unbearable to the eye.

The spiritual power in his body was rapidly moving. He looked at the flying sword getting closer and closer. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed a little in the void.

A golden sword light came out of his hand.

Table Tennis!

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, and his spiritual power turned. He saw a flying sword in the air turning, and a half-arcous aperture was formed in the air, which was very beautiful.

Table Tennis!

A sound of metal and stone intersecting suddenly sounded, the flying sword suddenly stopped, and the half-arcous aperture stopped abruptly. Just like a fairy dancing, she suddenly sneezes when she was in full swing. All the beauty and charm disappeared 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. However, he was interrupted by the other party twice in a row, and the other party was not hurt at all, which made him feel disgraced. Facing a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage, two consecutive moves were lost. If he was passed to the sect, he would be laughed at by the brothers.

The previous two moves were just a lesson. Now, he no longer cared about so much and tried his best to activate his spiritual power!

At worst, I will be punished when I go back!

After plucking up his spiritual power, the power of the flying sword was immediately completely different from that before.

The flying sword flew over Zuo Mo's head, and a faint sword light appeared on the sword body, making a continuous whimpering sound, like an excited beast ready to pounce on its prey.

Zuo Mo raised his head, and a hint of excitement and madness shone in his squinting eyes!

Two consecutive hits made him greatly increase his confidence. He had no experience in fighting with others before, and last time he had a chance to part with Senior Sister Li Yingfeng. And when facing Master 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 the Haoran sword intent.

But he successfully blocked the opponent's two attacks in front of him!

With this record alone, he was already proud. But at this moment, he was completely trapped in an inexplicable fanaticism and excitement.

He suddenly had an extremely crazy idea!

Cut off this flying sword!

He didn't know why he suddenly had such a crazy idea, but as soon as this idea came out, it became so strong that he didn't even think about it or not.

Time didn't allow him to think too much. With this crazy idea, he also plucked up the spiritual power in his body.

Squinted his eyes and stared at the green flying sword above his head!

Scenes passed by him.

Xin Yan's uncle's purely condensed sword intent, like the surging ice crystal tide, seemed to become clearer in front of him. It was like a giant, slowly squirming, but the cold feeling did not weaken at all.

Every trace of pain when the spiritual consciousness was slashed seemed to suddenly become extremely clear at this time. I don’t know if it was a stimulation of pain, but his spiritual consciousness was clear and clear, as if everything around him was quiet.

The spiritual power that was swelling all over his body quietly rushed towards the Golden Sword Ring.
Chapter completed!