Chapter 56 Determination

Daliwan, no, Jinwuwan, has made it obvious to improve Zuo Mo's situation, especially to greatly alleviate his financial crisis. However, whether it is Senior Brother Xu Yi or Master Yan Le, it seems that he is not optimistic about Zuo Mo. This can be seen from the magic weapons they gave. One gives wrist guards and the other gives spiritual armor, which are all defensive. Obviously, the two of them are just to embarrass Zuo Mo.

The problem facing Zuo Mo is now very serious.

One is to earn crystal stones, and the other is to practice sword techniques.

Now he is in foreign debt, and earning crystals is undoubtedly the most urgent need. No matter when, earning crystals is the top priority he needs to face. Practicing sword techniques largely determines what the outcome will be when facing Luo Li’s challenge when he is in the sect.

Both of these things involve a direct problem, that is time. If you practice alchemy, the time for practicing sword techniques will be greatly shortened. He originally did not have much chance of winning, but after calculating this way, Zuo Mo felt that his winning rate was simply zero.

Should we want crystals or to fight for that breath?

Zuo Mo was in a dilemma.

"Master, what are you busy with recently?" The pink paper crane came, with a graceful font as always.

"Practice sword!"

"Oh, when did you work so hard? I'm not used to it."

"I'm fighting with a cold, lustful and vulgar man!"

"Hehe, what's going on?"

"He woman teased me and was slapped by me. He came to find a place." Zuo Mo "processed" a little. Well, that's also considered teasing, Zuo Mo thought.

"Chop him!" The two beautiful cinnabar characters exuded a strong bandit-like spirit, which made the man Zuo Mo deeply ashamed.

"But now there is a good opportunity to make a big profit of crystal stones." Zuo Mo wrote down the difficult questions in his heart.

"Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated. Just crystal stones, don't let the slave despise the master."

A mere crystal stone is indeed a full man who doesn’t know that the hungry man is hungry. Zuo Mo was reflecting on why he asked such an unreliable person? He replied disdainfully: "Woman, who are you a scholar?" But his eyes were involuntarily on the six words "Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated" for a while.

"Hehe, I just hope that my heroic spirit will be greatly boosted!"

"I'm busy. Don't go back." Zuo Mo wrote these words and threw the pen aside.

After spending a day, Zuo Mo stayed in the alchemy room and gave all the Jinwu Wans to Uncle Yan Le to solve the urgent needs of Senior Sister Li Yingfeng.

Before the middle school entrance examination, Zuo Mo didn't plan to practice again. He planned to spend all his time practicing swords. When he thought of Luo Li and Hao Min's faces, he was full of fighting spirit. What is the purpose of earning crystal stones? Isn't it just to become stronger, or to find the answer after becoming stronger?

After he figured it out, he stopped hesitating.

Hesitation and wandering were swept away, Zuo Mo only felt that the world suddenly became clear, his mind was clear, and he was indescribable.

Returning to Xifeng Valley, sacrificial ice crystal sword, and practicing the "Lishui Sword Technique" over and over again.

He sealed the valley entrance and even hung a sign of "Don't Disturb" on it.

This also quickly became a joke for Wukong Sword Sect. Zuo Mo's outer sect was born, and Hao Min's incident made many people think that he was too arrogant. With the hot sale of Jinwuwan, there were people who were jealous, and many people were waiting to see him joke.

This is the difference. Luo Li's attitude is always cold and arrogant, and everyone just has awe, but instead takes it for granted. Zuo Mo slapped Hao Min. Although Hao Min was wrong first, many people still disliked him.

At this moment, Senior Brother Qin Cheng came back. Senior Brother Qin Cheng was a disciple of the head. His cultivation was not the highest and his combat power was not the strongest. However, he was born with majesty, deeply trusted by everyone, and had a great reputation.

Luo Li and Qin Cheng sat opposite each other. Qin Cheng had square face and thick eyebrows, dusty clothes on his body, and his expression was also tired. But sitting there, he naturally had a steady aura.

Qin Cheng said quite reproachfully: "You are too rude this time. You have taken Junior Sister Hao Min out for so long and haven't returned. No wonder the leader is furious."

Facing Qin Cheng, Luo Li's coldness on his face eased a lot, and he looked indifferent: "As long as she is happy."

Qin Cheng was more helpless about his junior brother. He knew very well how kind his junior sister Hao Min was, so he had to change the topic: "Can you enter the country recently?"

Luo Li said arrogantly: "Fifth floor."

Qin Cheng showed relief, and he took out a jade slip from his arms: "This is the "Invisible Sword Art", you can take it to comprehend it."

Luo Li's eyes shone when he heard the four words "Invisible Sword Art".

"Wei Sheng was sent into the sword cave. The heads of the sect had high hopes for him, probably because they hoped to restore the "Wukong Sword Art" in his hands." Qin Cheng glanced at Luo Li: "He was your sword servant, don't lose to him."

Luo Li's face suddenly looked extremely ugly, his fists were clenched, and his fingernails were scratched into his flesh without knowing it. This matter has always been a thorn in his heart. The humble guy who had been called and drunk by him before was far more important in the door than him. Whenever he thought about it, it was like a bug nibbling his heart bit by bit.

"The "Wukong Sword Art" was dismantled into two sword arts: "Invisible Sword Art" and "Wukong Sword Art". If the sword art can be split, it will definitely be reorganized. Wei Sheng's talent is indeed outstanding, but I have always believed in your talent." Qin Cheng said solemnly and slowly: "I hope that the style of the master in the past can be reproduced in the hands of my junior brother."

Luo Li's breathing became rapid. He stared at the jade slip in his hand, his expression changing.

"Wukong Sword Art", this name he has dreamed of countless times, is the highest unique skill created by the ancestor of this sect! Among the countless unique skills in the world, it is ranked sixth and has no power!

Recreate the style of the master back then...

The senior brother's words were like the thunder of the sky, echoing in his ears over and over again, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning. He seemed to see himself standing in the sky, looking down on the world with a proud look!

He was so excited that he took the crystal stone and bowed and said solemnly: "My junior brother must do his best!"

Wukongtang, Pei Yuanran and Xin Yan were drinking tea. Since the last time the Lingtian demons killed, they have free time and often savor tea and chat together.

"It's a pity that the third junior brother is not here, so why would the three of us get together again." Pei Yuanran smiled and said, "He probably has been busy during this period."

Xin Yan was drinking tea on his own, and he was very different from others, and he had no taste of leisure at all. As long as Pei Yuanran poured him full, he raised his glass and drank it all, and it was clean and neat. Later, he simply poured himself and drank it all.

"According to your drinking method, it's really a waste of my spiritual tea." Pei Yuanran showed a look of heartache.

Xin Yan didn't even look at him, and stopped without a single moment, saying, "What's the matter with Tian Songzi?"

Pei Yuanran's face became cautious: "It's not unreasonable. The third junior brother has been complaining about the skyrocketing price in Linggu some time ago, and there are some signs. What do you think?"

Xin Yan stopped for the first time and nodded, "I think it's true."

“Why?”

"It is getting more and more difficult to hunt monsters." Xin Yan said: "On the market, the number of inner elixirs of monsters is getting smaller and smaller, and the price has increased several times."

"I forgot, you are still refining weapons." Pei Yuanran nodded in agreement: "There are indeed fewer and fewer people willing to hunt monsters. Even those big sects are focusing on searching for the New Territories."

The two of them were full of worry. Since three thousand years, the cultivator has defeated the demons. The remaining masters of the demons have used their own flesh and blood as the guide, the seven middle realms as the axis, and the forty-nine small realms as the screen to create the Dutian Blood Realm. The lack of spiritual power in the Dutian Blood Realm is extremely unfavorable to the cultivators, but the demons are not affected, which also makes the Dutian Blood Realm the most trusted defensive belt for the demons.

However, for three thousand years, the cultivators' attack on the Dutian Blood Realm has never stopped, and the Dutian Blood Realm has also become a fixed battlefield, and countless cultivators have become famous here.

Many things on the demon are rare materials for cultivators, such as refining weapons, alchemy and food, are of great use. The more powerful the demon is, the higher the value. Therefore, many people go towards the demon, and this kind of activity also has a special name: demon hunting.

However, in recent years, fewer and fewer demon hunters have been witnessing. The continuous emergence of demon masters has caused heavy casualties to the cultivators of demon hunters. The risks are too high and the benefits are gradually shrinking, which has led to a sharp decrease in the number of cultivators participating in demon hunting.

In recent years, the scope of activities of cultivators has been retreating in the Dutian Blood Realm, and the fact that demons actively launched attacks on cultivators has occurred from time to time. All signs indicate that the demons have recovered their vitality.

All practitioners with long-term vision are full of worries.

If the demons squeeze the cultivators out of the Dutian Blood Realm, it means that they can attack the cultivators at any time!

There is no room for peace between the cultivators and the demons. Three thousand years ago, the cultivators almost killed all the demons. Until today, they have regained their vitality, and the hatred of both sides is like the sea.

If a war like the one three thousand years ago happens again, no cultivator can survive alone.

"He wants to hold the Dongfu Sword Test Club? Why did Tian Songzi mention Zuo Mo's name?" Xin Yan asked: "He is just a spiritual plant husband."

In Tian Songzi's letter to Pei Yuanran, he said that he planned to hold a sword test meeting, and also focused on the names of Wei Sheng and Zuo Mo.

"I don't know." Pei Yuanran smiled bitterly: "It's probably because Jin Wuwan's incident has been too big recently, so it's attracted Tian Songzi's attention. By the way, what do you think of this young man Yu Bai?"

"It's very good, better than Luo Li."

"What about Beewe?"

"It's hard to say."

"It seems that Tian Songzi's lineage has a successor." Pei Yuanran said leisurely: "Zuo Meitian's disciples are also good. If they really hold the Dongfu Sword Test Conference, it would be interesting."

Xin Yan didn't say anything, and started drinking tea again. After a while, he looked up and said, "Did you agree?"

"No hurry, I have to wait for Wei Sheng to come out of the sword cave, and there will be an exam in the door soon." Pei Yuanran smiled and said, "Have you heard about Luo Li and Zuo Mo?"

"It is not a good thing to win." Xin Yan spit out four words.

"Haha, that's right." Pei Yuanran laughed and said for a while: "Luo Li has a good talent, but unfortunately his personality is a bit worse. If he could be like Wei Sheng..."

Xin Yan rolled his eyes: "Don't be too greedy."

"Haha..." Pei Yuanran burst into laughter again.
Chapter completed!