The bloody pupil of his right eye was like an abyss, staring at the gravestone.
"Sorry, Shidi. My cultivation is limited and cannot control it as I please."
Those xiuzhe that had wanted to investigate saw the situation and perceptively scattered. A person that even Tian Song Zi treated with respect, they didn't dare to be rash. The smart people realized that Wu Kong Sword Sect's status in Dong Fu would definitely rise.
The fine sword essences that surrounded Shixiong had astounding destructive power. On the way here, his heart jumped.
Finishing, Wei Sheng Shixiong hurriedly left.
Zuo Mo's understanding of the sword was pitifully little but in a flash, he was sure that this was Shixiong's sword essence. He dazedly looked at the sword energy that pierced the sky, both happy and envious.
He couldn't help but think of the snowy white sword essence that had wounded his sea of consciousness. The two were very similar, but it wasn't as vast and vicious and cold as that snowy white sword essence. But Shixiong's sword essence had a feeling of being honest and solid.
Yan Le felt the same: "To be able to see this scene, I can die without regrets."
"Thank you, Shidi." Wei Sheng helplessly moved his feet. The hole under his feet was almost up to his knees.
"Does Shixiong want fire dragon grass?" Zuo Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. It was the first time he saw someone about to zhuji and he was very curious.
This feeling became stronger and stronger. He even felt that the enormous dragon seemed to be staring at him.
Like a sword coming out of its sheath, metal and stone colliding, it rang through Wu Kong Mountain!
He couldn't help but understand. So that night, it was the shishu!
Li Ying Feng Shijie hadn't made much noise when she entered zhuji, but Shixiong's aura shook the heavens. It really was powerful!
Raising his head, tears streamed down his face.
Everyone finally remembered that Wu Kong Sword Sect had four jindan xiuzhe!
"Today is too late, and coincides with my disciple's zhuji. It really isn't convenient to receive you. I have disturbed everyone's mood, please forgive me. Everyone, why don't you choose another day to come. Our sect will definitely welcome you. "Pei Yuan Ran's voice was filled with authority and could be heard from far away.
The xiuzhe in the surroundings were shocked. They hadn't thought that the person who came was Tian Song Zi. Tian Song Zi was famous in all of Dong Fu. He was the descendant of Dong Fu xiong and the true ruler of Dong Fu right now.
He quickly sat down and forced himself to calm down, allowing his mind to enter his Sea of Knowledge.
A cold light flashed through Pei Yuan Ran's eyes, his tone faint as he said: "But tonight is not the time to entertain. Second Shidi, don't let them disturb Wei Sheng."
The Foundation Building Stage, known as the first hurdle for cultivators, was indeed extraordinary!
Would it fail? His heart was filled with worry. The fire dragon grass itself was like a powerful poison. If one wasn't careful, the ling power would collapse. Even more, what Wei Sheng Shixiong had taken was a third-grade fire dragon grass!
He was scared out of his wits. Unable to care about anything else, he tumbled down the roof and retreated into the room.
Behind him came a continuous stream of hissing sounds. Everywhere Wei Sheng Shixiong passed, he left behind crisscrossing marks on the ground. The pebbles were all sent flying.
"Good!" Xin Yan, who had calmed down, was as cold as stone. That short word was filled with cold air.
His mind had been slightly dazed all day. The scene of Wei Sheng's sword essence spreading had given him a great shock. And he still hadn't heard the voice that announced Li Ying Feng Shijie's successful zhuji.
"Didn't think that our Dong Fu would have such an expert like [Ice Dragon Sword], my apologies! Wu Kong Sword Sect's rise is just around the corner. This poor Taoist Tian Song Zi congratulates everyone first. Today is not convenient, we will trouble you again in the future! "The voice continued until it was almost inaudible.
The three people stood, their faces red as though they were drunk. Even Xin Yan, who was usually the coldest, couldn't help but have a smear of red on his face.
He had only met Wei Sheng Shixiong twice, but this Shixiong that had a heart as strong as steel and would not give in no matter the setbacks made him feel admiration. Before this, he had always felt that he was a very hardworking person. But compared to Shixiong, his efforts were not worth mentioning.
Everyone was shocked, and couldn't help but retreat.
Wei Sheng bent down to pick up the fire dragon grass. The fire dragon grass was like a ball of flame, its color even brighter than before.
They all knew the news that Wu Kong Sword Sect had four jindan xiuzhe. But Wu Kong Sword Sect rarely interacted with outsiders. Of these four, other than Yan Le, who was in charge of management, who knew more, the other three basically never stepped out of the mountain.
The clothing on Shixiong's body was torn into strips of cloth. His entire person was like an unsheathed sword, exuding a threatening presence. This made Zuo Mo feel very unfamiliar. A phrase suddenly appeared in his mind – sword essence!
Zuo Mo looked with shock at Wei Sheng Shixiong.
Pei Yuan Ran scolded: "Shidi, don't speak nonsense. Our sect's rise is in sight. We need to all do our best to nurture Wei Sheng. Only then can we live up to the expectations of our ancestors."
If the sect leader and the others knew that Pu was in his sea of consciousness … …
Yan Le nodded repeatedly: "Shixiong is right." He suddenly turned his face, his brows furrowed, and said with slight displeasure: "There are a lot of guests tonight!"
Returning to the seclusion room, he finally calmed down.
The enormous noise woke the other disciples. They all ran out, raising their heads in shock to look at the sword-like light that pierced the sky.
The person in the distance didn't speak.
After a while, his heartbeat slowly calmed, but his mouth was still dry.
Such an apparition, it wasn't just Wu Kong Mountain that was alarmed. The surrounding sects were also alarmed by this strange scene. They saw countless meteor-like sword lights heading in this direction.
On Wu Kong Mountain, the crowd of outer sect disciples raised their faces, all shocked. So Xin Yan Shishu, who usually had a cold face, had such a great reputation.
Just at this time, a blinding light suddenly rose from a place in the mountain, piercing the sky!
Just like he had directly determined that the sword energy that pierced the sky had been created by Wei Sheng Shixiong, he also recognized that the snow white dragon swimming in the sky was the sword essence in his sea of consciousness. In terms of appearance, the two were completely different. But for some reason, he was abnormally certain that this dragon and the snow white sword essence that he had seen twice weren't fundamentally different.
This result caused his heart to skip a beat.
Xin Yan raised his eyelids, fighting intent surging in his eyes. He said coldly: "This one is Xin Yan."
No one noticed that in the sky, at some unknown time, the sect leader and the shishu were already waiting.
"It's a pity that Fourth Shimei hasn't returned from her travels. Otherwise, if she saw this scene, she wouldn't know how comforted she would be." Pei Yuan Ran's expression recovered as he sighed.
Yan Le and Xin Yan simultaneously knelt down, kowtowing three times towards the east!
The sect leader Pei Yuan Ran couldn't resist. In the sky, he suddenly knelt towards the east, his voice choked with emotion as he kowtowed three times: "This unworthy disciple thanks the ancestors of the sect for their protection! May the fire of the sect not be extinguished! "
At midnight, Zuo Mo sat on the roof, absentmindedly listening to the sound tablet. The worry in his heart grew.
He saw an enormous snow white dragon, its body that took up half the sky, agilely moving through the night sky. That pair of icy crystal eyes were arrogant. The cold and fiendish presence could be clearly felt from far away.
Knowing that Wei Sheng had reached a crucial moment, Zuo Mo didn't waste words: "Shixiong, please follow me." Finishing, he spread his feet and sprinted in the direction of Cold Mist Valley.
"Is it [Ice Dragon Sword]?" An old voice came from afar.
There seemed to be a wild wind in the sea of consciousness, the deep red flames furiously dancing, like a group of seductive snake women twisting their soul-stirring waists. Pu wasn't sitting on the gravestone like usual, but standing in front of the gravestone like a spear, the black clothing as smooth as silk flapping, the black hair in front of his forehead flying, still covering his left eye.
Some people had already decided to investigate the rumors about [Ice Dragon Sword]. Such an expert was unknown in a little mountain. It really was puzzling.
"Our sect will prosper!" Third Shishu Yan Le's voice trembled slightly. There wasn't the smile that usually hung on his face, and he seemed to want to cry.
Suddenly, he remembered that the main culprit was still in his sea of consciousness! This thought immediately caused his heart to beat wildly against his will.
He suddenly thought that Pu Yao could come out on his own. This thought shocked him to the core. Pu Yao, that crazy guy, please don't make a fuss at this time!
Zuo Mo didn't hear the conversation between the sect leader and Tian Song Zi. He dazedly stared at the snow white dragon that was swimming in the sky.
Clang!
He couldn't help but shudder, his teeth slightly chattering.
But he was still the leader of a sect and was able to maintain his composure, raising his voice: "Farewell, Daoist!"
On the roof, Zuo Mo's expression was also dazed. Inside, he was both happy and shocked. Happy that this presence was Wei Sheng Shixiong's! What surprised him was that this sword-like radiance brought him a great sense of oppression!
Zuo Mo suddenly understood: "Congratulations, Shixiong!"
No matter if it was the xiuzhe flying towards Wu Kong Mountain, or the outer sect disciples that were raising their heads to watch, they all felt a patch of white in front of them! Before they could react, a vast and terrifying sword intent that carried an aura that could destroy the heavens and exterminate the earth enveloped the top of their heads!
Even Pei Yuan Ran had a shocked expression. He hadn't thought that the commotion here would disturb Tian Song Zi. Tian Song Zi's reputation was extremely famous in Dong Fu. The rumors were that his cultivation was astounding.
The damned Pu Yao! Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse again inside.
He looked at the snow dragon swimming in the sky again, coldness rising from his heart. He always had a feeling that this snow dragon could discover Pu Yao at any time. It would unhesitatingly charge down and tear him to pieces!
Joy came onto Wei Sheng's face. His expression solemn, he bowed to Zuo Mo: "Many thanks, Shidi!"
The two quickly ran to the outskirts of Cold Mist Valley. Zuo Mo threw down a sentence: "Shixiong, please wait a moment." Then he burrowed into the thick mist. A short while later, he came back out, his hands holding the fire dragon grass. Carefully putting the fire dragon grass on the ground, he quickly jumped to one side.
Zuo Mo dazedly looked at Wei Sheng Shixiong's disappearing figure. It was the first time he saw the appearance of a xiuzhe about to zhuji. It was completely different from what he had imagined. Didn't he know that when Li Ying Feng Shijie entered zhuji, it was the same scene?
Hearing this, Wei Sheng smiled. The sword essence surrounding his body seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, suddenly vibrating. The small pebbles on the ground were sent flying, dust flying. In just a few moments, a shallow hole had been cut out under his feet by the invisible sword essence.
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