"Thank you for your advice from seniors. I have benefited a lot from this sword just now. I suddenly have some insights. Please give me some advice." Gu Fenghua said gratefully.
Ah, come again? Mo Qingqiu's smile suddenly froze.
"My sword skill is called Guiyuan Eight Swords. Every time I advance to one level, I can understand a new sword style. Because I was just promoted to the Emperor Saint yesterday, the sword style behind has not yet been practiced. I just took all my strength and I suddenly had something to do.
I understand and want to take this opportunity to comprehend it and ask seniors to fulfill it." Gu Fenghua explained.
She should also comprehend the sword among the eight swords of Guiyuan to cut the prehistoric world. According to past experience, it is not very stable to just upgrade to the cultivation level, and it takes a long time to comprehend the new sword style, but with Mo Qingqiu
Such a top-notch fight is a god-given opportunity to consolidate her cultivation and comprehend her sword skills. Of course, she doesn't want to miss it.
"Yes, yes, I have some insights into my Nine Heavens Illusion Thunder. Maybe I can go to another level. Please help me to fulfill my wishes." Luo Enen said excitedly.
"Please help me." Fatty white and Ye Wuse also looked expectant, with extremely excited expressions.
When their cultivation level is improved to the ninth level of the Heavenly Saint, they also need to consolidate their cultivation. Fighting with powerful people like Mo Qingqiu can stimulate their greater potential, which is of course of great benefit to their consolidation of their cultivation level.
Not only them, but even Qin Haofang and others were full of expectations. They themselves did not have the courage to fight with Lord Jun, but seeing Gu Fenghua and others taking action, they also had a lot of insights. Such an opportunity would be for them.
It is also hard to find.
This time, Mo Qingqiu could no longer laugh.
Just now, he had already been injured. If he hadn't wanted to be embarrassed, he would have sprayed out an old blood long ago. Although the injury was temporarily suppressed, he would not have been able to cultivate.
What's the big deal? But the Qihai meridians ruptured, and the pain in the chest and abdomen was still stirred by a knife. The severe pain came into the mind, and it was like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
He couldn't even remember it himself, and he hadn't experienced such pain for many years.
Come again, do he still want his life?
"Or, let's discuss cooking skills. Barbecue is fine. By the way, colorless, what's the name of your book? What's the point of being kept?" Mo Qingqiu was silent for a long time, and finally
Said slowly.
After thinking about it, he still felt that it would be safer to help Fatty White cut vegetables or to help Gu Fenghua make a fire, even if he wanted to keep Ye Wuse...
Fortunately, he neither had to cut vegetables nor set fire, nor had to accompany Ye Wuse to ask for a bag. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud footsteps coming from outside.
"The disciples of each sect have arrived. Master, why don't we go and have a look first?" Qingfan said quickly.
He just saw with his own eyes how his master's face turned into a black bottom and twisted into a trick, so how dare he let him pretend.
"Don't worry about them, just their identities, there is no need to be the Lord of the Envoy..." Tang Junhou said disapprovingly, not taking those disciples of the sect seriously at all, but completely forgot that his Yelang Sect was nothing but
It’s just a middle-grade sect. Speaking of identity, he, the young leader of Yelang Sect, may not be able to compare with others.
This time, before Tang Junhou finished speaking, Mo Qingqiu interrupted. With the lesson he had just learned, he didn't dare to pretend to be reserved anymore.