Zuo Mo looked at Senior Brother Wei Sheng in surprise.
The clothes on the senior brother's body were torn into strands of cloth, and the whole person looked like an unsheathed sword, exuding a menacing aura. This made Zuo Mo feel strange, but a word suddenly appeared in his mind - sword intention!
Zuo Mo suddenly realized: "Congratulations, senior brother!"
Wei Sheng smiled when he heard the words. The sword intent surrounding his body seemed to be moved by an invisible hand and suddenly stirred up. The tiny gravels on the ground were bounced away one after another, and dust flew into the field. In just a moment, an invisible force was blown under his feet.
The sword intent cut a shallow pit.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry, my cultivation is limited and I can't send and receive it freely."
"Senior brother, do you want Fire Dragon Grass?" Zuo Mo waved his hand to indicate that he didn't mind. It was the first time he saw someone who was about to build a foundation, and he was very curious.
"Thank you, Junior Brother." Wei Sheng moved helplessly, and the dirt pit under his feet was almost knee-deep.
Knowing that Wei Sheng had reached a critical moment, Zuo Mo didn't waste any more words: "Senior brother, please come with me." After saying that, he kicked off and ran towards the Cold Mist Valley.
Continuous chissing sounds came from behind, and where Senior Brother Wei Sheng passed, he left criss-crossing tiny cuts on the ground, and pebbles were bounced away one after another.
The two of them quickly ran outside the Cold Mist Valley. Zuo Mo said, "Senior brother, please wait a moment." He got into the thick fog and turned back after a while, holding the fiery red fire dragon grass in his hand. Carefully
Putting the fire dragon grass on the ground, he quickly jumped to the side.
The destructive power of the tiny swords surrounding the senior brother was astonishing. The sight of them along the way made him tremble with fear.
Wei Sheng leaned over and picked up the fire dragon grass. He saw that the fire dragon grass was like a ball of flame, and its color was brighter than before.
Wei Sheng's face showed joy and solemn expression, and he saluted Zuo Mo: "Thank you, junior brother!"
After saying that, Senior Brother Wei Sheng left in a hurry.
Zuo Mo stared blankly at the disappearing figure of Senior Brother Wei Sheng. The first time he saw the cultivator when he was about to build the foundation, it was completely different from what he imagined. He didn't know that Senior Sister Li Yingfeng was the same when he was building the foundation.
scene?
Foundation building is known as the first level for cultivators. It is indeed extraordinary!
He had been in a daze all day, and the scene of Wei Sheng's sword-power today had a huge impact on him. Moreover, he had not yet heard the voice that announced the success of Senior Sister Li Yingfeng's foundation building last time.
Will he fail? He was full of worry. Fire Dragon Grass itself is like a strong poison. If you are not careful, your spiritual power will collapse. What's more, what Senior Brother Wei Sheng took was a third-grade Fire Dragon Grass!
Senior Brother Wei Sheng only met him twice, but he sincerely admired this senior brother who was as strong as iron and indomitable. Before this, he had always thought that he was a very diligent person, but compared with his senior brother
, my own efforts are simply not worth mentioning.
At midnight, Zuo Mo was sitting on the roof, absentmindedly listening to the sound played by Yin Gui, and his worries became more intense.
At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly rose from somewhere in the mountain and pierced the sky!
Zheng!
Like a sword unsheathed, iron and stone intersecting, resounding throughout Wukong Mountain!
The other disciples woke up from the huge commotion and ran out, looking up in surprise at the sword-like light that pierced the sky.
On the roof, Zuo Mo's expression was equally dull. He was surprised again in his heart. What he was happy about was that this aura belonged to Senior Brother Wei Sheng! What surprised him was that this sword-like light brought him great joy.
Great sense of oppression!
He couldn't help but think of the snow-white sword intention that slashed his sea of consciousness. The two were quite similar in appearance, but they were far less vast, ferocious and cold than the snow-white sword intention, but the senior brother's sword intention had a kind of solidity and solidity.
the taste of.
Zuo Mo's understanding of swords was pitiful, but suddenly he decided that this was his senior brother's sword intention. He stared blankly at the sword light piercing Yunxiao, feeling happy and envious at the same time.
Senior sister Li Yingfeng didn't make much noise when she was building the foundation, but senior brother was building the foundation with great momentum. It was really awesome!
With such a strange sight, not only Wukong Mountain was alarmed, but all the surrounding sects were also alarmed by this strange sight. Countless sword lights like meteors were seen heading straight towards this direction.
No one noticed that in the sky, at some point, the headmaster and several uncles were waiting beside him.
"My goalkeeper will be great!" Third Master Yan Le's voice was trembling. His face had long since lost the usual smile, and instead showed a hint of crying.
The headmaster Pei Yuanran couldn't help it, and suddenly knelt down towards the east in the sky, his voice choked with sobs, and he kowtowed three times: "Unworthy disciple, thank you all the ancestors of our sect for your blessings! May the inheritance of our sect's fire be passed on endlessly!"
He raised his head, tears streaming down his face.
Yan Le and Xin Yan also knelt down and kowtowed to the east three times!
The three of them stood up, their faces all flushed, as if they were drunk. Even Xin Yan, who was usually the most stern person, couldn't help but have a blush on his face at this time.
"It's a pity that the fourth junior sister has not returned from her travels. Otherwise, I don't know how happy I would be to see this scene." Pei Yuanran's expression returned to normal and he said with emotion.
Yan Le felt the same way: "If I can see this scene, I will die without regrets."
Pei Yuanran scolded: "Junior brother, how can you talk nonsense? Our sect is on the verge of great success. We must do our best to train Wei Sheng so that we can live up to the expectations of our ancestors."
Yan Le nodded repeatedly: "What senior brother said makes sense." He suddenly turned his face, frowned, and said with some displeasure: "There are a lot of guests tonight!"
Pei Yuanran's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said calmly: "But tonight is not the time to entertain. Second Junior Brother, please don't let them disturb Wei Sheng."
"Okay!" Xin Yan calmed down and was as cold as stone. The short word was filled with coldness.
Whether it was the cultivators flying towards Wukong Mountain or the outer disciples who were looking up, their eyes suddenly turned white! Before they had time to react, a terrifying sword intent with a heaven-destroying aura came out.
looming over their heads!
Everyone was horrified and couldn't help but retreat quickly.
I saw a huge snow-white chilong, its body occupying half of the sky, swimming flexibly in the night sky. Its ice-crystal eyes were arrogant. Its cold and ferocious aura could be clearly felt from a distance.
Only then did everyone remember that Wukong Sword Sect had four Golden Core cultivators!
"But "Ice Chi Sword"?" An old voice came from far away.
Xin Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, and said in a cold voice: "Xin Yan."
On Wukong Mountain, all the outer disciples looked up and were amazed. It turned out that Uncle Xin Yan, who usually had a cold face, had such a great reputation.
The man in the distance didn't speak.
"It's too late today, and it happens to be the time when my disciples are building foundations. It's really inconvenient to entertain us. I apologize for disturbing everyone's enjoyment. Why don't you come back some other time? Everyone in our family will sweep the couch to welcome you." Pei Yuanran's voice was full of majesty.
, can be heard from far and near.
"I didn't expect that I would have such a master of "Ice Chi Sword" in Dongfu. I'm so rude and disrespectful! The Wukong Sword Sect will be prosperous soon. I would like to express my congratulations to you all first. If it's inconvenient today, I'll bother you tomorrow!" The voice murmured. Until it becomes inaudible.
The cultivators around were shocked. The person who didn't expect to arrive turned out to be Tian Songzi. Tian Songzi is definitely famous in the entire Dongfu. He is a descendant of Dongfu Immortal and the actual leader of Dongfu today.
Even Pei Yuanran showed a shocked look. He didn't expect that the movement here would alarm Tian Songzi. Tian Songzi's reputation was very popular in the east, and it was rumored that his cultivation was astonishing.
However, he was the leader of a faction after all, and he was extremely calm and said in a loud voice: "Congratulations, brother Taoist!"
Those cultivators who originally wanted to find out what was going on saw this and dispersed knowingly. Even Tian Songzi treated people with courtesy, how could they dare to make a mistake. Smart people realized that Wu Kong Sword Sect's status in Dongfu would definitely rise. .
Most of them know the news that there are four Jindan cultivators in Wukong Jianmen. However, Wukong Jianmen rarely communicates with outsiders. Of these four people, except Yan Le, who is in charge of management, who knows more, the other three People almost never step out of the mountain gate.
Interested people have already planned to inquire about the rumors about "Ice Chi Sword". It is really puzzling that such a master is unknown in a small mountain.
Zuo Mo turned a deaf ear to what was said between the leader and Tian Songzi. He stared blankly at the snow-white chilong that was swimming in the sky.
Just like he directly concluded that the sword light that penetrated Yunxiao was caused by Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he also recognized that the snow-white chilong swimming in the sky was the sword intention in his sea of consciousness. In appearance , there is a clear difference between the two, but somehow, he is extremely sure that there is no essential difference between this chilong and the snow-white sword intention that he has seen twice.
He couldn't help but suddenly realized that it was his uncles that night!
This result made his heart skip a beat.
Suddenly he remembered that the culprit was still in his consciousness! This thought immediately made his heart beat wildly.
If the leader and the others knew that Pu was in his sea of consciousness...
He couldn't help but shiver, and his teeth trembled slightly.
When he looked at the snow stingray wandering in the sky, he felt chilled in his heart. He always had the illusion that this snow stingray might find the Cattail Demon at any time, and it would rush down and tear him into pieces without hesitation!
This feeling became more and more intense, and he even felt that the huge chi dragon seemed to have been watching him.
He was so scared that he couldn't care about anything else. He almost rolled off the roof and retreated into the room.
After returning to the quiet room, he finally recovered from his shock.
After a while, my heartbeat slowly calmed down, but my mouth and tongue were still dry for a while.
Damn Pu Yao! Zuo Mo couldn't help but cursed in his heart again.
He suddenly thought that Pu Yao could come out on his own, and this idea immediately frightened him. That crazy guy Pu Yao must not make trouble at this time!
He quickly sat down, forced himself to meditate, and let his mind enter his sea of consciousness.
It was as if a strong wind was raging in the sea of consciousness, and crimson flames were flying wildly, like a group of coquettish snake girls twisting their thrilling waists. Pu did not sit on the tombstone as usual, but stood in front of the tombstone, like a gun, The black clothes that were as smooth as satin were making a sound, and the black hair was flying on his forehead, still covering his left eye.
His right eye's bloody pupil was as deep as a abyss, staring at the tombstone.