On the opposite side of the street corner, a group of people covered in the light of treasures were chatting and laughing without the slightest scruple.
While she was shocked at the power of the [South Sky Arrow Art], she did not have any thoughts of stealing it. Her own [Blue Flower] was not lacking compared to the other's yao arts.
Qinghua Xue waited leisurely and was not in any hurry. She found a guesthouse and rented it very close to where the three tribes lived. The nearby residents were full of good feelings towards this gentle and quiet little girl. Some kind-hearted aunties and aunties would come over to help her every now and then. She actually felt much happier than when she was at home.
Dhyana xiu were a very special group of xiuzhe. Their dedication to spreading the Dhyana path far surpassed other xiuzhe. Sword cultivators only cared about the sword. Many sword cultivators did not have a successor in their lives. They would only leave behind their legacy to a fated person before they died. Talisman xiu were engrossed in formations and had no interest in teaching disciples. Most of the rogue cultivators were passed down from father to son, son to grandson.
Zong Ru's lectures were extremely long, often lasting several days.
Xiao Mo Ge had returned!
How many people did Nan Yue and the others have? Build a battalion for what! What a waste!
She waited patiently for her target.
She had been secretly paying attention to Xiao Mo Ge. The branch that she was in was a branch of the Blue Flower Family, but the power that they could mobilize was not something that a normal family could compare to. Also, everyone knew about the hatred between Xiao Mo Ge and the Blue Flower Family. Her attention to Xiao Mo Ge did not arouse the suspicions of anyone in the clan. If Qinghua Zang Shui had news of Xiao Mo Ge, he would bring it to his sister.
"This is bad! Not good! Sect Leader! Li San was killed … "
Everything on the island was going smoothly, and there was nothing for him to worry about. He could finally cultivate in peace. This was not easy for him.
In reality, his mo physique and consciousness had almost completely stopped growing. Zuo Mo knew that the cause of this situation was his ling power.
So Zuo Mo sensibly closed his mouth, did not interrupt, and did not object.
Her wait had been rewarded. Nan Yue, who had an unusual relationship with Xiao Mo Ge, was leaving with her clansmen! This immediately attracted her attention, so she immediately found an excuse to sneak out of the house and secretly followed Nan Yue.
Time passed by quickly. The three tribes lived next to each other without any movement.
More and more dhyana xiu came to listen to the class. Many dhyana xiu from other cities also came due to the fame.
He didn't chase them away either. He just explained quietly.
The place where she lived was at the edge of a forest, the doorway facing a river. The three clans lived on the other side of the river. She didn't need to go out to see the situation on the other side.
Dhyana xiu talked about saving all beings. They were more willing to teach what they had learned.
Qinghua Xue knew very little about battle formations but she could still see the power of them. A daring idea suddenly charged into her mind.
Huang Jie's legs gave way and he fell to the ground on his butt. His face was full of despair.
Even now, Yi Zheng could not understand why a wild dhyana xiu was stronger than the shixiong in the temple! It wasn't that he was powerful, but the presence of a dhyana xiu!
The people around him immediately became excited and hurried over.
She secretly followed Nan Yue to the base of the Grey Clan. Not long after, Ming Jue Zi's Clan also arrived. All the signs caused Qinghua Xue to feel excited. Xiao Mo Ge was definitely going to do something. Otherwise, how could the three races gather?
Thinking about Xiao Mo Ge's status as a gold battle general, she didn't find it strange. But she had watched the three races for a long time and knew the situation of the three races. Of the three races, the Grey Clan was the strongest but it was just a small clan. Nan Yue's Clan only had eleven people left. Ming Jue Zi's Clan was also a small clan.
Nan Yue, when ge becomes rich, ge will compensate you … …
After teaching, Zong Ru liked to stroll along the streets. For some reason, every time he walked among the bustling crowd, he could feel an indescribable throbbing in his heart. This throbbing hit his mind as though it wanted to tell him something.
He only pitied Nan Yue and the others. Pu Yao's anger was probably going to be vented on this group of pitiful children. However, he did not plan on stopping them. If Pu Yao's anger shifted to him, he would not be able to endure it! If Pu Yao and Wei Huo fought, the one to suffer would be him!
"Then how did it get leaked?" Lu Zhen furiously interrupted him. His forehead was covered in large beads of sweat, the tendons on his neck bulging.
What was strange was that his gaze was like the black ice in the ground, carrying an astounding coldness. Everywhere it passed, the temperature dropped, the coldness seeping into the bones. A puddle of water quickly froze at a visible rate.
At this time, Lu Zhen recovered a thread of calmness. He knew that the most important thing at this time was not to make other measures, but to immediately report to the higher-ups!
But today … …
His pitiful ling power was undoubtedly this shortest piece of wood.
Zong Ru stopped walking.
"Where is it?"
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"Here, that one, do you see it, the one wearing blue armor! This body of ling bones … … "The red-clothed male drooled.
His eyebrows suddenly moved, the frost falling off. Zong Ru slowly opened his eyes.
The pitiful Zuo Mo held the Black Processing Meditation mat in his right hand, and a handful of jingshi in his left. He cultivated his ling power day and night, hoping to increase his ling power as soon as possible.
Zuo Mo did not think anything of Pu Yao's "grand plan." He felt that this was Pu Yao trying to wash away the humiliation after Guard Camp had been taken away by Wei.
The one who spoke was a middle-aged person. His tone was cold as his gaze slowly swept across the surroundings.
This day, she had woken up early like usual.
That serene and calm presence was something that even Yi Zheng, who came from a prestigious family, couldn't help but admire.
He was like a bottomless riddle.
Battalion?
Now, he finally experienced the trouble that his lack of ling power brought him. The three powers were like three large wooden planks that were put together to form a bucket. How much water this bucket could hold did not depend on the longest plank, but the shortest plank.
"Don't know … … don't know … …" Huang Jie's face was as white as paper. He was talking as though he had lost his soul.
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After the three powers merged into one, his three powers could be switched between each other, but there were still differences in strength. Without a doubt, his mo physique was the strongest, followed by his consciousness, and his ling power was ranked last.
Compared to Xu Ling Sect who did not care about worldly affairs, and the other factions who exploited and oppressed them, Turtle Island's friendliness towards the lowest level xiuzhe was something they had never seen before.
Silently, a layer of white frost appeared on Zong Ru's body, especially his eyebrows.
If he could not fix this weakness, then no matter how high the other two planks were, it would be useless.
But in these three battles, the name Xiao Mo Ge seemed to have a strange power that enchanted countless people.
However, as Xiao Mo Ge disappeared for a longer time, many people gradually lost their patience, like Ji Li Yu.
"Oh, this Xu Ling City is pretty prosperous!" The one who spoke was a red-robed male. He had a careless expression as he looked around shiftily. His eyes suddenly lit up. "That girl isn't bad!"
Among the younger generation of yao, his strength was definitely not at the top. Every yao youth could name a pile of experts that were stronger than him. Up until now, he only had one prison-breaking battle, one arena battle, and one game of war chess. Compared to those geniuses that had experienced hundreds of battles at a young age and had a glorious record, he was much dimmer.
Zong Ru closed his eyes as he walked barefoot on the streets of Xu Ling City like a normal dhyana xiu. The people that recognized him along the way all had respectful expressions and silently bowed to him.
Qinghua Xue could clearly see that the three at the front were Nan Yue and the other two. They seemed to be practicing some kind of battle formation.
When tenants fought, the one to suffer was always the landlord!
"Where is it?"
On the other side of the river, a large group of people were gathered on the empty ground by the river.
The middle-aged person's gaze landed on Zong Ru.
This small number of people could not form a battalion, but Nan Yue and the others were clearly practicing battle formations!
Of the many cultivation classes on Turtle Island, Zong Ru was the one that he paid the most attention to.
The gazes of the other people also lit up.
The people in the surroundings were alarmed and hurriedly scattered.
Huang Jie's face was ashen, his eyes filled with terror. He said in a trembling voice, "I don't know! We have always kept it a secret. The people below have never had the chance to interact with the outside … … "
Qinghua Xue's beautiful eyes instantly lit up. Forming a battalion?
Several accidents on the journey attracted her attention. Nan Yue seemed to almost detect that she was secretly following them a few times. This surprised her greatly. Along the way, the power that Nan Yue displayed, especially the powerful yao arts, caused Qinghua Xue who was secretly following them to be even more shocked.
The people that had been drooling instantly withered like eggplants that had been hit by frost.
Plop.
Therefore, Zuo Mo threw himself back into his cultivation with a peace of mind.
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Qinghua Xue was very patient. She was also not like Ji Li Yu who had countless other things to worry about. She was just a normal young person in the clan. No one knew that she possessed astounding power, other than her brother Qinghua Zang Shui who had guessed a little.
For some reason, she who was usually quiet felt excitement from the bottom of her heart!
In a short period of time, Turtle Island had become the faction most respected by the lowest level xiuzhe in Xu Ling City.
Qinghua Xue who had personally fought against him felt it more deeply than the great majority of people.
No one knew. This genius youth that had appeared out of nowhere was as dazzling as a meteor, and as mysterious as a meteor. No one knew where he came from, no one knew who he really was, and no one knew where he had learned his ancient battle tactics.
Qinghua Xue had been secretly paying attention to Xiao Mo Ge's movements. But ever since the last battle, Xiao Mo Ge seemed to have evaporated from the yao world and disappeared. Many factions that were interested in Xiao Mo Ge tried their best but did not find any traces.
"Alright! Behave yourselves! "
"What?" Lu Zhen's expression changed dramatically. His voice was hoarse. "How did the news get out?"
The [Sky Wave Fist Scripture] that Zong Ru had first cultivated had been taught to him for free by an old dhyana xiu he had encountered. Even though the cultivation class charged fees, but in reality, the number of people that came to attend each class far surpassed the number of people in the class.
Just at this moment, a disciple stumbled over.
Who was Xiao Mo Ge?
It was not a secret that Xiao Mo Ge possessed large amounts of high level yao arts. This was one of the reasons why many people speculated that he had a great background.
Walking became one of his lessons.
Xu Ling Sect.
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