"Shidi, you have broken the rule of anger," the yellow robed dhyana xiu said coolly.
She believed that even without South Sky Arrow Technique, she would still be able to find a path.
"Shixiong is right." The young dhyana xiu hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
It was the epiphany in this period of time that caused her to feel even more respect towards Zuo Mo. Daren's power was truly unfathomable! In her eyes, there was a huge gulf between the teachers in the residence and the adults.
Mu Xi combed her hair and said with a smile, "There are so many daren in the military, when was it my turn to worry about this?"
Mu Xi glanced at him. "Can we stop them?"
The xiuzhe formation in front of her was not organized. They were spread out but gave Mu Xi the feeling that they were crisscrossing. Threads of killing intent were like undercurrents at the bottom of a lake. The continuous battles also gave her the most direct impression of this team.
Lin Qian's group quickly fled. These days, they had fought against this yao army multiple times, and both sides had suffered casualties. Lin Qian's expression was as calm as water. There was no impatience or anxiety. The xiuzhe accompanying him were well-trained and disciplined. No one dared to gossip.
The two of them chatted for a while longer before both of them realized that the other party had no intention of talking, so they left.
It was unknown how many times his light yellow robe had been washed, but it had already turned white. Traces of sewing could be seen everywhere. There was not the slightest trace of spiritual energy on his body. He was no different from an ordinary person.
After flying for ten days, he finally arrived at the sect where the incident had taken place, the One Lamp Sect.
Yan Feng was speechless, yet he still tried to defend himself. "If we delay them and wait for the other Lords to rush over and form an encirclement …"
Pu Yao's answer confirmed Zuo Mo's speculations. He then asked curiously, "What yao art is [South Sky Arrow Art]? A yao art that uses arrows? "
"Then we don't have to do anything else," Mu Xi interrupted him and said lightly, "Don't forget what we came here for!"
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"Oh, I'm here." Zuo Mo pretended to respond and then asked, "Are there any problems recently? If you have any questions, just ask. "
The troops in the distance parted, and the white-clothed youth stepped out of the formation. He said with a smile, "No wonder, no wonder. The Palace Lake Wood Clan truly lives up to its reputation! Lin Qian greets you! "
Mu Xi smiled sweetly and bowed. "Brother Lin, have a pleasant journey!"
Until this time.
If he couldn't answer any of the questions, then it would be embarrassing!
Also, Zuo Mo saw that Pu Yao didn't just want to teach Nan Yue that [South Sky Arrow Art].
Pu Yao's answer seemed to avoid, but Zuo Mo wasn't. A yao art that Pu Yao called very strong, then it would definitely be very strong!
And it in front of a Pu Yao art!
She Realm.
These xiuzhe were not very strong and were about the same as her subordinates. However, after several fierce battles, she didn't gain the slightest advantage over this team.
This Lan to this. Ling Thousand Sect disciple Yet Yet, she felt she had to say, a, he, a, a, a, a, a, a, This Mo, this, Mo, I, this, I, this, a a, this, this, I, I, I, I, Mo, this. I, to death to protecting to protecting. to to to to to to. to.
Nan, he, and Nan, after to. to. After, Nan. After Nan of, of.
After the questions were answered, Nan Yue smiled and was overjoyed. Zuo Mo's forehead was covered in sweat as he released a breath.
Mu Xi looked at the group of xiuzhe in the distance and could not disguise the shock in her eyes. She wasn't the only one. Even Yan Feng, who was usually arrogant, had an uncertain expression.
Seeing the figure disappear, Yan Feng said angrily, "Are we just going to let them escape like this?"
For Zuo Mo, this was a test that was neither too big nor too small. Of the questions that Nan Yue had raised, there were two that he had not considered and they affected him greatly.
Nan Yue respectfully bowed to Zuo Mo. "Daren!"
Two dhyana xiu were kneeling in the main hall of the little temple.
He had memorized the contents of the mission long ago. As he flew, he started to ponder. The mission this time was not complex. It was a small sect that had found a very strange and deep cave. Bloody light roiled inside the cave, and the people that went in had not come out yet. What he needed to do was find out what was going on inside the cave and then report back to the sect.
Melodious chimes of bells could be heard amidst the mountains. An inconspicuous little temple was located here. The yellow walls of the temple were covered in wisteria and grey-green tiles. There were many stone statues of Buddhas placed inside the temple that were lifelike. It had just rained, and the air was filled with the wet and sweet scent of green grass. The remaining rainwater from the tiles slid down the eaves like pearls from a broken string. When they hit the puddles on the green stones, the tinkling was pleasing to hear.
The other quickly discovered Yi Zheng and their flying speed instantly slowed.
Yi Zheng turned his head to look at the little temple behind the mountain before rising into the air and disappearing into the horizon. After flying for a short while, several people came. When he saw the newcomers, Yi Zheng's brow couldn't help but furrow slightly.
"Descendants of the old," Pu Yao said faintly.
Nan Yue suppressed the excitement inside and raised the question that she had been thinking about in the past few days.
Yan Feng was speechless.
Zuo Mo raised his head and saw a group of people, oh no, a group of yao, waving at Nan Yue as they excitedly ran over.
"Yes."
Her gaze landed on the white-robed youth at the very center of the group. She suddenly had a feeling that this person might be her greatest rival.
"Daren is too humble!" the middle-aged person said with a smile. He believed deeply that Mu Xi's future was bright. Yan Feng disapprovingly twisted his mouth at the side but did not say anything that would infuriate the group.
Lin Qian saw that Mu Xi was not pretentious at all and was open and generous. He couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes. "After we part today, Miss, take care!"
Because it only involved little yao arts, Zuo Mo did not slack off and threw the question to Pu Yao. He tried to answer it himself. Zuo Mo had been with Pu Yao for a long time. Under his influence, the yao art theories that he came into contact with were much more profound than Nan Yue. Due to this, his angle of view on the problem had deepened. Nan Yue's eyes lit up as she listened and she nodded continuously.
"Shixiong, on this trip, I'm afraid I won't have the time to visit Shixiong again!" The young dhyana xiu was slightly reluctant to part. He was dressed in a navy blue monk robe that was untainted by dust. His features were handsome and there was a faint layer of light moving through his eyes. He looked to be about twenty or so, and there was a calmness in his heroic presence. Kneeling on the meditation mat, he still gave people a feeling of high spirits.
The older dhyana xiu smiled warmly and said, "It's fine if you go, you will return."
Zuo Mo's gossipy soul was completely hooked by Pu Yao's few words. Just as he was about to get to the bottom of things, Nan Yue came.
"Don't forget your Samadhi skills when you go out."
Just as these nonsensical thoughts floated through Zuo Mo's mind, he suddenly heard someone shout, "Nan Yue! Nan Yue! "
"En, I have already ordered the people below to deliver the monthly quota!" The young dhyana xiu said in a light voice, "I will quickly return."
Yi Zheng's mood had not been good to begin with, and now his mood was even worse. This group of people were Cui Shishu's disciples. The sect was prosperous and had many disciples. There were more open and hidden conflicts.
When he finished speaking, a thread of viciousness flashed through his eyes.
"A very strong yao art."
The rules of the sect were that the disciples had a quota every month. However, this quota was just barely enough for daily cultivation. The other disciples would receive rewards from their masters, but Yi Zheng could only rely on other methods, like teaching the cultivation of the disciples. This was his main source of income. The sect was very generous to the disciples, and the rewards for all kinds of missions were very generous. However, there were many disciples in the sect, and there were many geniuses. The competition in this area was the most intense. In the past, he had not been able to compete.
In the last competition, she had been in the limelight and shocked the entire fu. Her status in the fu had skyrocketed. Several teachers had run over in hopes of taking her as a student, but she had politely refused all of them. She had not learned any high level yao arts, but Daren's guidance had opened a completely new window for her.
"That won't do!" The young dhyana xiu straightened his back and said seriously, "Shixiong, you have to promise me that you will take good care of yourself. Only then can I be at ease when I go out. I still lack a few ling grasses for the Nine Song Luring Dan. This time, I will go out and search. When I make the Nine Song Luring Dan, Shixiong's cultivation will recover. Hmph, at that time, let's see who dares to be rude to Shixiong! "
The Wood Clan was one of the five great clans of the yao world, and the clan with the most branches. Even in the yao world, not everyone knew of her origins. As a xiuzhe, Lin Qian was very powerful to be able to identify her origins with a word.
Mu Xi was shocked inside and did not disguise the shock on her face. "Brother Lin actually knows of the Palace Lake Wood Clan. You are really knowledgeable, this little girl admires you!"
From then on, their branch had declined even more. Shixiong had gone to the Stone Buddha Little Temple to rest, and Yi Zheng had been thirteen at the time. From then on, he had worked even harder. Fortunately, Shixiong had lost his cultivation but was still able to guide him in cultivation. In the last internal sect dhyana examination, he had taken fifteenth place in one go and re-entered the eyes of the elders of the sect to take this mission.
Shixiong waved his hand and said with a faint smile, "You know I don't need those things."
"This person will most likely become a great enemy of Daren!" the middle-aged person beside Mu Xi said worriedly with a grave expression.
After slightly packing, he decided to leave the mountain.
"Pu, what is the relationship between you and that Wisteria Clan of the South Sky?" Zuo Mo asked. He could see that Pu Yao cared greatly about Nan Yue. With this guy's stingy character, it was like the sun had risen from the west for him to pass on yao arts.
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"I heard that Shidi is about to go on a long journey. Congratulations!" The incomer smiled as he raised his folded hands.
Yi Zheng calmly bowed. "It is all because of the care of Shixiong."
Light flowed through Mu Xi's eyes. She suddenly floated out of the ranks and said loudly, "This one is Mu Xi. After we part today, we will meet again on the battlefield. Sire, take care!"
After Yi Zheng's master had gone on a journey, he had never come back. He had been raised by Shixiong. Shixiong's talent was extremely good, and he had long been ranked in the top ten of this generation of disciples. All the elders in the sect had high hopes for him. He hadn't expected that during a mission, Shixiong would be heavily injured. Even though his life had been saved, his cultivation had completely disappeared.
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