Zuo Mo cursed loudly like a violent storm, Pu Yao was completely confused.
"It's not ***..." The confused Pu Yao wanted to explain.
"What is it if it's not ***?" Zuo Mo's eyes widened.
Realizing that he was overwhelmed by Zuo Mo's momentum, Pu Yao suddenly became a little angry. He narrowed his right eye, revealing a flash of red like a long and narrow blood knife, and said in a cold voice: "Well, what do you want to say?"
Zuo Mo couldn't help but suffocated, and when he touched Pu Yao's cold and enchanting gaze, he immediately shrank back: "I...I mean...you have to give me...something without side effects..."
"I am a demon." Pu Yao said calmly: "The path I know how to walk is different from that of you cultivators. It has some side effects, which is normal."
Pu Yao's meaning was very clear. He should not be blamed for side effects, and he also made it clear that the things he would give him in the future would still have side effects.
Once Pu Yao decided to be unreasonable, Zuo Mo had nothing to do. The strength of the two sides was very different, and the right to speak was naturally unequal.
Zuo Mo had no choice but to remain silent.
Pu Yao's eyes became more and more unkind, Zuo Mo gritted his teeth, knowing that if he backed down every time, his right to speak would become less and less, and his consequences would become more and more miserable. Rights must be earned, even if they are fought for.
There is nothing you can do about taking certain risks.
Faced with Zuo Mo's stubborn silence, Pu Yao also had a headache.
If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. Zuo Mo, a guy who only has crystal eyes, is getting smarter and smarter. It is impossible to trick him like before.
But your own time...
When he thought of this, Pu Yao felt extremely upset. Looking at the guy in front of him who was causing trouble for him, he wanted to smash Zuo Mo to pieces. But he still suppressed his heart, he had a bad temper.
, but not stupid.
"It's not surprising that humans have problems with the demon's mental methods." Pu Yao's eyes gradually faded, and his tone returned to his usual calmness: "But I have some cultivators' mental methods on hand.
The rewards are all replaced by these techniques, so if there are any side effects, you can’t blame me.”
Zuo Mo was overjoyed, but he still corrected him: "It's a transaction!" Transaction and reward are two completely different things. Transaction is his reasonable income, but if it is a reward, it changes the flavor.
"It's up to you." Pu Yao looked indifferent, but secretly had a headache in his heart. Zuo Mo was becoming more and more difficult to deal with now.
"However, you need to speed up!" Pu Yao's tone became quite dissatisfied: "The speed at which you earn crystal stones is too slow. I need more crystal stones!"
"I'm just a cultivator in the foundation building period." Zuo Mo had to emphasize the fact.
Pu Yao was choked by Zuo Mo's words. He knew that Zuo Mo had always been worried about his inability to improve his cultivation level. Moreover, what Zuo Mo said was also true. Among the practitioners in the foundation building stage, he was better at earning crystal stones than him.
But not many.
Pu Yao has no good solution for this guy who is keen on earning crystals but is very stubborn at heart. To be honest, Pu Yao doesn't think he would be able to do better than Zuo Mo if he were another person. This guy is born to earn crystals.
A good player. Pu Yao found that Zuo Mo was extremely sensitive to all factors related to him. He knew when to fight for it without angering the other party. He knew how to make trade-offs. He was really a smart guy.
Well, even among demons, there are not many smart guys like this.
The potential shown by Zuo Mo gradually changed Pu Yao's attitude. He suddenly thought that someone had picked Zuo Mo from the beginning, and he felt very bad, as if he had eaten a fly.
With a cold snort, he disappeared.
Zuo Mo was not surprised when Pu Yao suddenly disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Every negotiation with Pu Yao was very dangerous. Pu Yao would be quite normal most of the time, but his temper was moody. If he was not careful, his own fate would end.
It's often very miserable.
Fortunately, the result this time was good and he was quite satisfied.
However, he does not need to consider the issue of earning crystal stones for the time being, because he is broke and penniless. Moreover, there is still the final round of sword test in front of him.
He was determined to get the Jade Slips of the Kunlun Talisman Array. Despite Su's guarantee, Zuo Mo was still uneasy. There were as many as 100 cultivators in the last round, and only ten were selected. The cruelty can be imagined. Although Su
The strength is profound. If it is self-protection, there will be no problem, but if one of your own is added, it will be difficult to say.
It's better to be on your own.
He already had a rough plan outline in his mind. When he thought of this plan, he was full of excitement and anticipation!
But now, he had to suppress the excitement in his heart, put the plan aside, and face a more direct problem: healing.
The last time he competed with Chao An, he was weak against the strong. Although he won in the end, he still suffered serious injuries. After emergency treatment by his master, he finally recovered. Zuo Mo originally decided to rest slowly. Who would have thought that the leader would suddenly have to
He went to participate in the last round of the irregular sword test, and now that he had the jade slip as a reason, he had to face the issue of healing.
His own cultivation level is much lower than others. If his body has not recovered, even if Yousu is there to help, he will definitely not be able to survive until the end.
Of course, the most important thing is that the cost of treatment does not require him to pay for crystals...
In Hengfangyuan, Shi Fengrong stood in front of the medicine bucket with a cold face. Zuo Mo's whole body was soaked in the medicine, with only his head exposed.
The dark liquid emitted an unpleasant smell, and Zuo Mo was naturally dizzy when he was in it: "Master, what is in this? Why does it smell so bad?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Shi Fengrong said angrily: "Use your spiritual power well." As soon as she saw Zuo Mo, an unknown evil fire surged up in her heart, and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she was. She had such a good talent, but she didn't like practicing swordsmanship.
I only like to make crystal stones! Why did I accept such a philistine and greedy disciple?
Zuo Mo heard the deep dissatisfaction in his master's tone and immediately became more honest.
In fact, he could feel the power of this bucket of medicinal liquid. The lively and vigorous medicinal power was like countless small insects burrowing into his body. But this process was not so beautiful. Zuo Mo felt as if his whole body was being pricked by countless needles.
.
Hearing that his master asked him to use his spiritual power, he was slightly stunned. Should he use "Fetal Breath Refining God" or "Vajra's Quiet Words"? Thoughts swirled in his mind, and he decided to run "Vajra's Quiet Words".
The origin of "The Refining God of Fetal Breath" is unknown, and it would not be a good idea for his master to see it. He is not afraid of "King Kong Wei Yuan", it was given to him by his uncle Xin Yan. Although the "King Kong Wei Yuan" he is practicing now is the tombstone version,
But the difference between the two is only five sentences.
As soon as he ran "King Kong Weiyan", Zuo Mo immediately felt a completely different feeling than usual.
The medicinal power that was drilled into countless needles as small as needles was like being attracted by a magnet, and turned into dozens of small streams, which penetrated through the large acupuncture points of Zuo Mo's body and quickly transformed into the spiritual power of the meridians.
In a short period of time, Zuo Mo felt that his meridians were congested and he was shocked. He had never encountered such a situation before.
Be good!
What kind of liquid is this? It’s so powerful!
Zuo Mo couldn't care about anything else at this time, and was running "Vajra's Weird Words" desperately, trying his best to disperse the excess medicinal power in the meridians into the blood, flesh and bones of the whole body. The medicinal power was dispersed throughout the body, constantly repairing the damaged parts of Zuo Mo's body, just like
A heavy rain moistens the dry earth. Those damaged parts greedily absorb the medicinal power.
Outside the medicine bucket, Shi Fengrong showed concern, and Zuo Mo's entire face turned dark gold, as if made of gold. At some point, Pei Yuanran, Xin Yan, and Yan Le also appeared beside her.
"This kid is really powerful." Yan Le said in surprise: "How can he be so strong through physical training? Isn't this to the point where he has a physical body with golden clothes?"
Xin Yan snorted coldly: "I just don't like practicing swordsmanship!"
The expressions on the other people's faces suddenly became extremely ugly.
If Zuo Mo's cultivation talent was mediocre, a few people wouldn't be so upset. But he obviously has excellent cultivation talent and makes rapid progress no matter what he cultivates. Even the "King Kong Wei Yin" thrown to him casually, he actually practiced it to the physical body without saying a word.
Even though he is in Jinyi, he seems to have no interest in practicing swordsmanship in this sect. There are so many powerful sword techniques in the sect that are open to everyone, but this guy only took a look at them at the beginning, but he didn't even look at them later.
How can Pei Yuanran and the others enjoy themselves?
"I insist on letting him participate in the next round of sword trials, just to let him see the true power of sword cultivation." Even though Pei Yuanran has a profound skill in cultivating qi, Zuo Mo was so angry that he was half-dead: "I have already told Wei Sheng, when the time comes
Let him try the sword. Hum, let him see what sword cultivator is and why sword cultivator is the most powerful cultivator!"
"That's right! Our disciples are not interested in our sect's secrets. Not to mention spreading it out, even if all the ancestors know about it, we will be embarrassed!" Yan Le, who was usually cheerful, also had an angry look on his face at this time.
"Intolerable!" Xin Yan looked murderous.
Shi Fengrong, who had a concerned look on his face, couldn't hold back and said with great dissatisfaction: "This guy lacks education!"
Zuo Mo's bad behavior made the entire Wukong Sword Sect's senior management share the same hatred and hatred with unprecedented unity.
Zuo Mo, who was concentrating on running his spiritual power, was completely forgetful. He was completely unaware of anything outside. All his consciousness and spiritual power were mobilized. This time, I don't know what spiritual herbs the master had thrown into the medicine bucket, and the medicine was extremely powerful.
, he felt like he was about to be overwhelmed by the swarming power of the medicine!
The speed at which he channels the power of the medicine is much slower than the speed at which they penetrate.
He gritted his teeth, knowing that as long as he could hold on for a while, the harvest this time would be huge. Being familiar with refining medicine, he knew very well that it would not last long, and the power contained in the elixir was ultimately limited. As long as he held on
, he can slowly and calmly refine the power of the medicine he inhaled into his body. The power of the medicine penetrated into his body and quickly turned into bits of golden light, blending into his muscles. Now, his muscles all over his body were shining with golden light, and those little golden lights like fine sand became more and more intense.
The finer it is.
But the speed at which the golden light increases is far less than the speed at which the medicinal power increases.
What made Zuo Mo even more panicked was that the medicine showed no signs of exhaustion and was still as powerful and ferocious as ever!
The power of the medicine rushed into his body like a flood.
His meridians were filled up, but the medicinal power continued to flow in uncontrollably, and the meridians expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What made Zuo Mo even more panicked was that he couldn't stop!
The surging spiritual power and medicinal power are mixed together, like a wild horse that has escaped the reins and cannot be pulled back no matter how hard it is!