A bloody mark the width of a finger appeared between his eyebrows. Disheveled as he stood, his eyes full of hatred as he stared hatefully at Zuo Mo, wanting to cut Zuo Mo into eight pieces.
The sword essence contained in the second sword energy had already formed. The white mist around the sword energy was very easy to confuse. That wasn't mist caused by the cold of the sword energy. In reality, it was made up of large amounts of even smaller sword essences. These small sword essences were far from being as complete as Xin Yan's sword essence, but this lianqi disciple was able to control them to a certain area.
The two xiuzhe of Dong Qi Sword Sect clearly hadn't thought that Zuo Mo would dare to attack first!
The sudden rise of Wu Kong Sword Sect instantly attracted everyone's attention. As the true ruler of Dong Fu, Tian Song Zi naturally would pay more attention. Yu Bai was Tian Song Zi's last disciple and knew more about Wu Kong Sword Sect than normal xiuzhe.
"Trash that can't even beat a lianqi ling plant farmer, what's the use of coming?"
He viciously thought.
His talent was exceptional, his knowledge far greater than his peers. In the area around Dong Fu, the number of people that could compare to him could be counted on the fingers. But in one night, he had been shocked twice. It made him extremely interested in Wu Kong Sword Sect, this low-key sect.
It was usually hard to guess the age of a xiuzhe, but it was still possible to make a general judgment from their eyes, speech and mannerisms. This Wu Kong Sword Sect disciple definitely wasn't old. At this age, it was very common to have lianqi cultivation.
So young, his cultivation so low, but he could comprehend sword essence. This shocked Yu Bai very much.
Yu Bai shook his head. He didn't speak, but his hand threw out a white light that entered the sky.
Fu Jin was the local tyrant here. He knew exactly what shops were selling. What Zuo Mo needed, he only spent two hours to buy it for him.
"Send my regards to Elder Shi Feng Rong." Yu Bai warmly bowed. Noticing the wariness in Zuo Mo's eyes, he was a proud person and his intentions of friendship instantly faded: "Dong Fu might protect ling plant farmers but you have to be careful. Don't easily become enemies with people."
Yu Bai felt it was hard to believe. He had always been confident in his talent but looking at this zombie-like disciple, he didn't know what to say. The first time he comprehended sword intent, he was already in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He had to meditate in his master's Sword Refining Furnace for more than thirty days before he could comprehend it.
The timing of Zuo Mo's sword energy was even better, and the speed was even faster. The other's flying sword had been destroyed by Zuo Mo. Today, he had come with Shixiong to help him pick a new flying sword. He hadn't expected to encounter an enemy. When he discovered this sword light, he was shocked to realize that not only was his flying sword crippled, he actually didn't have any other defensive magic treasures on him.
Hiss!
Zuo Mo shook his head: "My master is Shi Feng Rong."
In his view, if it wasn't that two ningmai xiuzhe had suddenly appeared last time, Zuo Mo would have been in a terrible state. This Qi Refining trash actually dared to take the initiative to provoke?
Zuo Mo took advantage of the time he was talking to give another blow!
The first sword radiance only had an extremely faint sword intent, almost negligible. But the sword essence of the second sword energy was extremely similar to Wu Kong Sword Sect's [Ice Dragon Sword] Xin Yan's sword essence.
Another powerful person had appeared in Wu Kong Sword Sect! Although his current cultivation was not high, his future was limitless.
"Elder Shi Feng Rong?" This answer clearly surprised Yu Bai. Actually, when the two had been fighting, he had noticed. When the first sword energy had appeared, he hadn't felt anything. He had just been shocked that a ling plant farmer could send out a sword energy. Only after noticing the golden sword ring on Zuo Mo's hand did he understand.
The white mist sword energy accurately hit the other's mouth. Instantly, blood sprayed everywhere, two teeth falling to the ground. This string of attacks had completely stunned him. He covered his mouth, looking in disbelief at the two teeth on the ground.
Giving a deep look at Zuo Mo, he turned and left.
He had already decided that before he reached zhuji, he definitely wouldn't leave the sect again. He still had lingering fears about what had happened today. He had formed a feud with Dong Qi Sword Sect. If he encountered a Dong Qi disciple, it would be terrible for him. To have this kind of good luck every time, that was a dream.
The thin and sharp sword energy carried a faint white mist, the target was the other's wide open mouth. This sword energy was even more powerful than the previous one. The white mist around the sword energy was even thicker. If one listened closely, it was possible to hear a string of ice crystals colliding.
Flying sword messenger!
The pupils of the Dong Qi disciple that had been watching from the side suddenly shrunk.
It was like an invisible hand was gripping his neck. His entire body gradually rose up, leaving the ground. He had been roaring in anger, but now he was like a fish about to drown, his eyes bulging out, unable to make a sound.
This wasn't easy!
Yu Bai smiled and pointed at the jade medal at Zuo Mo's waist.
Taking the things he had bought, he bid farewell to Fu Jin and sat on the grey beaked goose to fly straight to Wu Kong Mountain.
Yu Bai had grown up in Dong Fu from a young age and knew the difficulty of this.
Dong Fu wasn't a safe place!
Fu Jin didn't have any major problems. He resolutely refused the jingshi that Zuo Mo handed over. This disturbance caused the relationship between the two to be completely different. Zuo Mo didn't like Yu Bai but he was very happy to befriend Fu Jin.
Compared to Little Thousand Crane, flying sword messenger was much faster. As expected, after a short while, two xiuzhe flew over and landed, bowing to Yu Bai.
He usually bullied people for fun and neglected cultivation. Seeing the sword energy come closer, he panicked and didn't know what to do.
There were all kinds of ling herbs and ling grass seeds, an entire bag. Thirty pieces of jingshi were completely spent by Zuo Mo.
"Pia!"
"Yes." The two bowed to Yu Bai and quickly flew away, carrying the person.
Wu Kong Sword Sect, which had been mysterious in Yu Bai's mind, became even more mysterious.
"Just a bad name. I hadn't thought that Sir had heard of it. It's an honor, an honor." Zong Ming Yan raised his folded hands, his expression still icy.
Yu Bai imperceptibly furrowed his brows: "Sir, aren't you taking your shidi away?"
A young person dressed in white slowly walked in this direction, not even looking at the Dong Qi disciple that had been raised into the air: "Dong Fu forbids fighting, don't you know?"
At worst, he would be half-crippled. He had prepared to endure it. This last sword energy definitely wouldn't be released lightly. He was going to give the other a hard blow!
But just at this time, Zuo Mo sent out the second sword energy.
Yu Bai pointed at the unconscious Dong Qi disciple on the ground, saying: "This person has violated Dong Fu's ban and will be banished from Dong Fu."
He had already prepared to interfere. Sky Moon Jie was a classic little jie dominated by sword xiu. In Sky Moon Jie, xiuzhe like ling plant farmers were a very rare resource. It wasn't just Dong Fu. Almost all the important towns of Sky Moon Jie had a ban that protected production type xiuzhe like ling plant farmers.
Zuo Mo's tense heart instantly settled down. He had already prepared to be injured. He hadn't thought he would be unharmed. Even he felt it was miraculous.
Everyone was just a minor character!
"Ah!" That person gave a sky-shaking howl, his face twisted, his eyes spitting fire: "I … …"
Zong Ming Yan raised an eyebrow: "Sir is?"
"If I'm not wrong, you are the disciple of Elder Xin Yan of Wu Kong Sword Sect." Yu Bai turned his face and said warmly to Zuo Mo.
Even more, the jade medal of a ling plant farmer wasn't easy to get!
"Yu Bai." The white-clothed young person spat out two words.
No one would have an easy time!
"Oh." Zong Ming Yan responded faintly, but his tone suddenly became sharp: "So it is Elder Tian Song Zi's brilliant disciple. However, can Brother Yu tell me, why only punish the disciples of my sect? Does Brother Yu have prejudice against my Dong Qi disciples? "
The voice came to an abrupt end again.
Zong Ming Yan finally noticed the spring sprout jade medal at Zuo Mo's waist. He paused slightly but then nodded: "Ling plant farmer, I understand."
The sword energy almost hit the space between his brows. The faint coldness caused him to suddenly wake up. He instinctively moved his flying sword but suddenly remembered that his flying sword had been ruined by this guy in front of him! Unable to dodge in time, he was brushed by the faint mist around the sword energy.
The other Dong Qi disciple furrowed his brows and suddenly reached out. A sword energy shot out from his fingertip, pausing and then turning in the air, like a plum branch in a painting. The disciple that had been fighting with Zuo Mo fell down, his face a deep red, unconscious.
From the beginning, the expression on Zuo Mo's face had never changed. Yu Bai didn't mind this point. He had seen countless strange people, and the capable xiuzhe would often have some strange aspects. What shocked him was Zuo Mo's age and cultivation. It wasn't high, but low.
The apparition that had appeared when Wei Sheng was zhuji had disturbed Tian Song Zi. That night, Yu Bai had followed Master to investigate. He had personally seen the sky piercing sword energy when Wei Sheng was zhuji and received a shock he had never felt before. And the scene of Xin Yan's sword transforming into a dragon made him gape. He would never forget it in his life.
The white-clothed young person stared at the other: "Dong Qi Sect Zong Ming Yan?"
Zong Ming Yan didn't even turn his head as he walked forward, throwing down the words.
Zuo Mo kept his guard up. Compared to the excitement of the last battle, he was very calm this time.
Finishing, he raised his hands and floated away.
"Elder Zuo Mei Tian's great disciple naturally has a reputation." The white-clothed young person said wryly.
He couldn't help but closely examine Zuo Mo.
The fight between the two had been very short, but no matter if it was ling power or the use of spells, the other surpassed him by many times. And the two of them had deep presences, calm and unhurried. Zong Ming Yan was cold and sharp, Yu Bai free and easy, they were both outstanding people. But Zuo Mo still felt slightly uncomfortable. No matter if it was Zong Ming Yan or Yu Bai, they would uncontrollably give off an air of superiority. Zuo Mo didn't like this feeling. Unconsciously, he didn't want to have a deep relationship with Yu Bai.
This damned guy in front of him, he was clearly just lianqi, but every time he faced him, he would be in a sorry state. Reaching out to touch the blood mark between his brows, seeing the blood on his finger, his viciousness rose and he bellowed angrily: "You're looking for death! If I don't kill you today … … "
"Sir, you are too biased. The two are fighting. You only blame one person, it isn't fair."
Zuo Mo was shocked, his eyes looking to the side.
He could only rely on the gold sword ring. But the gold sword ring could only store three sword energies. Zuo Mo only had one sword energy left. This was the only counterattack he had left. If the other was just one person, he would unhesitatingly add another blow. He was very clear that the strength of the other two far surpassed him. But he couldn't just watch as Fu Jin was humiliated for him.
Yu Bai's eyes were very good and saw clearly.
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