He can't say that he is not a disciple of Xuanqing Sect, but just stole other people's skills.
Tian Xingjian came over and said that he didn't care about being a guest of Xiaoyaomen.
However, neither Mr. Mo nor the boy in Jinyi paid attention to him.
Chen Yang refused again and again, but Mr. Mo didn't force himself. He smiled and said nothing. On the contrary, the young master's face turned red, as if he had been humiliated.
"Young Master, this barbecue is not to your liking?"
Seeing that the young master was stuttering, Chen Yang couldn't help but asked with a smile.
"snort!"
The young master rolled his eyes at Chen Yang and immediately planned to throw away the roasted bamboo rat in his hand, but after thinking for a long time, he felt a little reluctant to part with it.
I don’t know what Tian Xingjian did because he drank too much. He held up the wine gourd in his hand and said: "Men, you should drink a lot of wine and eat a lot of meat. Otherwise, how can you be alone?"
Hearing this, the young master looked at Tian Xingjian in surprise, but this time he did not rebuke the fat man. Instead, he was uncharacteristically no longer concerned about the opinions of outsiders, and took big bites of the barbecue.
Just as Mr. Mo said, the young master felt an abundant amount of spiritual power pouring into his body. What was even more amazing was that the meridians he had injured due to practicing martial arts were gradually repaired.
The young master looked at Chen Yang again. At this time, he no longer felt that it was a humiliation for Chen Yang to reject him before. He did have that kind of talent, and he could not be recruited by a small guest minister.
The young master had made up his mind. After returning, he immediately asked his father to go to the Xuanqing Sect and invite Chen Yang to the sect at all costs.
Mr. Mo asked Chen Yang for a seasoning and planned to go back to study it. Chen Yang did not refuse and happily gave Mr. Mo a porcelain vase.
Several people finished eating the barbecue, repaired it, and set off before dawn.
Mr. Mo hurried to the soul stone mining area and collected some spiritual herbs along the way. As for the places guarded by high-level monsters, several people wisely avoided them.
Chen Yang had no intention of fighting those high-level monsters head-on. Following Mo Lao, he had harvested a lot of precious spiritual herbs, but he was still a little worried about whether the amount of spiritual herbs in his hand would be able to surpass the rest of the inner sects.
disciple.
On the way to the meeting point of Xiaoyaomen, Mr. Mo frequently displayed his astonishing ability to recognize objects. The various unheard of spiritual fruits made Chen Yang and Tian Xingjian enjoy themselves.
Unlike spiritual grass, most of the spiritual fruits found in the ruins are extremely perishable. Mr. Mo's Ice Rain box has been used to store colorful nightshade fruits. The spiritual fruits collected after that can only be eaten on the spot. Although it is a bit wasteful, it is
As a result, Chen Yang's strength has greatly increased, and there are faint signs of a breakthrough.
However, the more types of spiritual fruits he discovered, the more solemn Mr. Mo's expression became.
This also attracted Chen Yang's attention. He asked Mr. Mo several times, but Mr. Mo shook his head and said nothing.
It wasn't until the young master asked, that Mr. Mo told the reason.
Mr. Mo sighed and explained: "The restrictions on the ruins here are most likely arranged by ancient practitioners."
"Ancient cultivator again?"
Chen Yang was immediately startled, and an inexplicable chill surged into his heart.
He had already seen the terrifying strength of ancient cultivators in the Tonglu Mountain before, and now he did not want to encounter another one in a dangerous place like the ruins.
"Mr. Mo, is your judgment accurate?"
The young master's expression also changed drastically. It was obvious that he also knew some information about ancient practitioners.
"According to my observation, there seems to be a certain pattern in the location of the spiritual grass plants here. It's more like artificial planting!"
Mr. Mo looked ahead at a place where spiritual grass grew, guarded by high-level monsters, and said in a determined tone.