When Zuo Mo finished the spirit garden he had just rented, he dragged his tired body back to Xifeng Garden, but when he saw the pink little Qianhe who arrived almost at the same time as him, he wanted to faint directly after he turned his eyes.

Can you not make any trouble...

Zuo Mo wanted to cry. Kenai's case was not changed by his will, he could only be transferred.

"Master, it's so boring, let's play the game!"

Zuo Mo really wanted to reply, "Brother is really not bored at all." But considering the other party's strange hobby of "fireworks", Zuo Mo still replied very calmly and rationally: "I can't play games."

He felt that he had not deceived the other party, and he really couldn't play games. For him, these two words were so strange that he seemed to not know him at all. His life, from the first moment he opened his eyes, was destined that he could not play games leisurely and live a life.

But the other party said generously, friendly and undisgusted: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Zuo Mo made the final struggle: "I am a fool, I can't teach you."

However, like countless times before, the other party did not give him any room to resist. So Zuo Mo saw a series of game rules of about 8,000 words. This time, Zuo Mo really fainted. Such difficulty was a task that was impossible for him, a non-game enthusiast. He only glanced at it and decided to give up, and said bitterly: "Actually, I am really a fool!"

However, considering that the probability of angering the other party was too high, he added weakly: "Or what if you want to find the simplest game?"

This time, what came to him was a game rule with a number of about two hundred words.

Hey, Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel excited. Isn't this a formation question? He looked it carefully again and finally confirmed that it was indeed a formation question.

Formation is a systematic set of knowledge, and Zuo Mo, who was born in a small sect, naturally would not have any experience. However, in some major sects, disciples learn formations, from the simplest single spirit formation to the two-item formation and the double-item formation, they gradually become more complicated. This is a very long learning process. In order to help disciples learn, some practitioners with profound formations have also sorted out a complete set of learning methods. These include various formation questions.

For example, correction, filling in the gaps, optimizing, etc., there are many names and endless. Later, some practitioners were happy and obsessed with this path, creating extremely difficult formation problems. Many disciples often used this as a game.

But for Zuo Mo, he had never played it before and found it very novel. The formation involved in the question was not complicated, and Zuo Mo had learned it, but the questions raised were extremely tricky. For a moment, he couldn't help but fall into thinking. The other party seemed to know that he was thinking and not urging him.

After thinking for a long time, I gained nothing.

Zuo Mo shook his head hard before he replied to a little sober. He couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Could it be that the disciples of the major sects are playing these things? He couldn't help but feel a little envious. No wonder they are so powerful that they can play such a powerful thing.

However, he decided to put this thing on first, and he still had a lot of things to do. As for games, just play for a while in his spare time. Anyway, that damn woman didn't urge him now.

Zuo Mo went to the stone chamber to practice "Feal Breathing and Refining God" and the tombstone version of "Vajra Weiyu".

After practicing, he proposed the drip sword from the Spirit Spring. It was nourished by the Spirit Spring. The drip sword was a little more transparent than before. Zuo Moai couldn't put it down and began to sacrifice and refine it.

A flying sword takes a long time to sacrifice and refine it before reaching the point where the fingers are like an arm. If you want to do whatever you want, it will take longer. The flying sword is like a partner of a sword cultivator. The longer the time, the more tacit understanding it will be. The sword cultivator often does not change the flying sword easily, which is more obvious, especially after the Golden Elixir Stage.

These days of sacrifices and refining are not in vain. Now, the drop of water sword Zuo Mo has pointed it like an arm. It is higher in grade and more spiritual than the Ice Crystal Sword.

Zuo Mo Xin thought, and the dripping sword in his hand suddenly bounced into the air. At the same time, he whistled and rose up on the ground.

The sword light flashed, wandering like a dragon.

In the air, a flame that was like a fire composed of water emitted a faint light. Wherever the sword light went, a scattered fire was light and silent.

Zuo Moru was fascinated by the use of the Drop of Water Sword to practice "Lishui Sword Art" which was an incomparable enjoyment. When he was in the mood, Zuo Mo no longer focused on the sword art, and pointed at him with one finger and one trace, almost no trace to be found. However, among the sword light, the cold and faintly carried a bit of violent Lishui sword intent, but it was like the waves of water rippling.

Gradually, there was a sword intent like the light waves of water, and the light and aura gradually faded, and there was a little more heavy and oppressive feeling. With one swaying and one rippling, it was full of force, but the violent force that was just hidden but not released before was like the wind helping the fire, burning wildly.

As cold as ever, mixed with strong violentness, two extremely contradictory feelings blended together, but Zuo Mo seemed to be unaware of it and did not feel any discomfort.

On the contrary, the light sword light that looked like flames on the dripping sword gradually became restrained.

When Zuo Mo came back to his senses from his sudden enlightenment, he realized that before he knew it, his "Lishui Sword Art" had reached another level.

There were not many surprises, he stood there silently and savored it carefully.

He is not sure what level his "Lishui Sword Art" reaches. "Lishui Sword Art" is not a profound sword art, and even its creator is not a powerful sword cultivator. Zuo Mo was able to practice such a sword art to this point, which is considered an anomaly. But in the future, he needs to explore the path himself, because the "Lishui Sword Art" he practiced ends here. Although the creator later wrote some of his own speculations and ideas, many of them had been killed by Pu Yao.

In terms of advanced level, Lishui's sword intent is far inferior to Zuo Mo's secretly learned tide sword intent, but this is Zuo Mo's own understanding, and it is also the most profound sword intent he mastered! His understanding of Lishui's sword intent is far greater than that of the tide sword intent.

Perhaps, you can also refer to the Tide Sword Intent to improve the "Lishui Sword Art", and Zuo Mo suddenly felt aroused in his heart.

But he was just thinking about it. He was not so arrogant that he could improve a sword technique. Moreover, his understanding of the tide sword intent was just the basics.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that someone was outside the valley. However, the person who came was very honest and did not touch the ban.

Xifeng Valley mouth.

"Senior brother, the Lingying Sect is here again!" The person who reported the message was the outer disciple last time, but there was no panic on his face as last time, but instead he showed an excitement.

"Here is here again?" Zuo Mo was stunned.

"Yes!" the disciple said respectfully, and then couldn't hide his excitement: "Five people are here this time!"

Zuo Mo's scalp suddenly became numb.

Five people...

I only came three last time, but this time I actually came five!

Zuo Mo wanted to turn around and ran away.

"They are not giving up and ask them to compete with their senior brother!" The outer disciple did not notice Zuo Mo's abnormality at all, and said excitedly: "These people really don't know how to live or die!"

"Cough." Zuo Moqiang calmed down, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Who are they this time?"

"The three of them last time are there, and there are two who don't know each other."

Zuo Mo felt at ease, but it was okay. At least not all five were not recognized. Two defeated players, well, I have every reason to ignore that woman. I didn’t dare to fight last time, and I definitely didn’t dare to act rashly this time. What needs a headache is that the two who don’t know each other. Since the other party is here to find a place, they must be better than the two last time.

His mind was spinning fast, and hesitating in his heart, whether to go or not? He regretted that he was too full last time, and he asked, "Where are other senior brothers? You can't bother me alone in this kind of thing."

"The eldest brother and the eldest sister are both out, and Brother Luo Li is in seclusion. Brother Xu Yi is refining weapons and has told him not to disturb him. Senior Sister Hao Min is being punished, so only Senior Sister Yixia is free, should she notify her?"

That woman?

Zuo Mo was displeased for a moment, so he would rather forget it and want to inform her that the woman was more likely to make trouble behind her back.

Forget it! Thinking of his new understanding of "Lishui Sword Art" just now, Zuo Mo suddenly became proud and arrogant. As soon as he had the experience, someone came to the door to test the sword. This Lingying Sect is indeed all good people!

After thinking it through, Zuo Mo was not nervous and nodded, with a very stylish look: "Let's go."

The outer disciple was suddenly excited and hurriedly led the way in front.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, he saw the crowd of dark people, Zuo Mo staggered.

"Why are there so many people?"

The outer disciple was extremely excited: "Everyone heard that the Lingying Sect is coming again, so they all came over. I saw my senior brother show his power and teach the Lingying Sect a lesson!

"Uh, but why are there female disciples?" Zuo Mo asked speechlessly.

"I want to come and admire my senior brother's style!"

Zuo Mo suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

Seeing Zuo Mo appear, the group of female disciples screamed, and Zuo Mo almost fell down.

"Wow! Senior brother is so handsome!"

"Please! That's cool!"

"When my senior brother was still an outer disciple, I knew that my senior brother was not an ordinary person!"

"I really want to seduce him..."

"I will kill you!"

...

Zuo Mon's expressionless face was covered in black, and he decided to stay away from these crazy women.

As soon as Zuo Mo walked towards the male disciple, the male disciples became angry.

"Senior brother, kill them!"

"Chop them!"

"Dropping eight pieces out of the box, cutting off hands and feet, picking tendons and cutting veins, cutting out the knife..."

"It's really uncreative! I want sunflower..."

...

Zuo Mo quickly distanced himself from the group of guys who had completely fallen into a passionate fighting spirit.

In the short journey between female disciples and male disciples, Zuo Mo, who was originally heroic, almost completely lost his desire to fight.

Of course, in the eyes of others, Senior Brother Zuo Mo was walking through them with a firm pace and a cold expression.
Chapter completed!