Li Ying Feng looked sympathetically at Zuo Mo. She wanted to help but couldn't. She could only take the strong pill that Zuo Mo had prepared and bid farewell.
Pu Yao giggled as he accepted the jingshi. His right hand played with one, lightly tossing it up, and then lightly catching it. His expression was intoxicated as he said, "Such a moving sound. Jingshi is really the most reliable thing in the world."
"En. I don't care about the matter between you and your Senior Martial Sister Hao Min. "Shi Feng Rong indifferently said," But in the sect's assessment, I don't care what method you use, you can't lose. If I lose, humph … "
"Take this token and go pick a sword scripture from the Ancient Records Room," Shi Feng Rong said coldly.
"The other senior brothers of our sect? Wei Sheng Shixiong still hadn't come out. Who else can I invite? "Zuo Mo felt he was going crazy. The only one in the sect that could win against Luo Li was Wei Sheng Shixiong. But Wei Sheng Shixiong was in the sword cave and could not come out for a while.
"This disciple is just a ling plant farmer … …" Zuo Mo couldn't help but remind Master.
"This is all I can gather. I'll give it all to you."
As Zuo Mo expected, Pu Yao started to do the work of extortion.
"If that's the case, I can promise you." She looked at Zuo Mo and said harshly, "But if you lose, I will not forgive you easily."
"But …"
"This disciple only has this request." Zuo Mo saw there was hope and was slightly happy inside as he hurriedly said.
The meaning of the last two cold snorts caused Zuo Mo's withered heart to wither even more. Like flower petals, they fell to the ground.
"I heard your Luo Li Shixiong sent you a challenge?" Shi Feng Rong asked Zuo Mo.
"What is it?" Zuo Mo snorted disdainfully. He turned and walked into the valley. Everything was fine inside the valley. Luo Li hadn't come in at all. Luo Li might be arrogant, but he was not stupid. He knew his limits well. Destroying the West Wind Valley's restriction but not touching the spiritual herbs in the valley, the elders in the sect also turned a blind eye to it.
Old Black and Guo Lu unhesitatingly lent almost all the jingshi they had to Zuo Mo. Even Xu Qing secretly gave Zuo Mo fifty pieces of second-grade jingshi. The entire sect knew that Zuo Mo was borrowing jingshi. Many people looked at him as a joke.
"Did you borrow it?"
Damn it! Big trouble!
"The rules are like this." Li Ying Feng suggested, "You can also go buy some powerful talismans."
"You need my help? Alright, as long as you can afford the crystal stones, anything is negotiable. " Pu Yao said excitedly, "If the price you give is high enough, oh, I can directly go and kill Luo Li. I guarantee no one will know."
Li Ying Feng did not hesitate. "I'll lend it all to you, three third-grade!"
"Teach me!"
Zuo Mo could only answer, "Yes."
Luo Li's expression was twisted, his eyes spitting fire as he looked at Zuo Mo. He forced himself to suppress it and snorted angrily, "Ha, let's see if your mouth is still so tough!" Finishing, he flew away.
The news that Luo Li had issued a challenge to Zuo Mo had spread far and wide. Everyone in the sect knew. These days, whenever Hao Min saw Zuo Mo, she would be so arrogant that Zuo Mo wanted to slap her again. The other people's gazes as they looked at Zuo Mo were very strange. There were some who were gloating. It could be seen that no one thought Zuo Mo would win this fight.
Looking at the mess on the ground and the destroyed jinzhi, even though Zuo Mo knew the other was just venting, he couldn't help but feel angry. The other definitely had come for the matter of Hao Min Shijie. Zuo Mo wasn't afraid. He was in the right on this matter. Even if he made it to the sect leader, no one could say he was wrong.
"You said wait for me and I'll wait for me?" Zuo Mo smirked coldly and praised, "Shixiong's face is really big!"
The elders of the sect naturally wouldn't let Luo Li really hurt him, but a public humiliation was unavoidable. Fifty sect contribution points, that was an enormous amount of wealth. Even if he sold himself, he wouldn't be able to gather fifty contribution points. Thinking about it, Zuo Mo's depression multiplied.
"What about a ling plant farmer?" Shi Feng Rong raised her voice, her eyes narrowing, "As long as it's my disciple, he can't lose!"
As expected … …
With the fastest speed, he picked [Li Water Sword Scripture] and headed straight for the Little West Wind Yard.
Zuo Mo found Li Ying Feng.
— — Fight!
Just like usual, he continued to make dan until Li Ying Feng Shijie arrived.
Zuo Mo looked inside the valley and his heart was slightly reassured. Luo Li had only destroyed the jinzhi at the entrance of the valley and didn't go in. He clearly had come prepared. Luo Li might have been greatly favored by the shishu but he didn't dare to act rashly. If the ling grasses and herbs in the valley were damaged, the elders of the sect definitely wouldn't forgive him.
Facing Luo Li outside the valley, he had been so calm and fearless because he was certain that Luo Li wouldn't dare to do anything to him. When he found out that the sect had this rule, he was dumbstruck. Things like sword energies, it was fine to scare other people, but against Luo Li who had practiced [Empty Sword Scripture], he, who hadn't even learned a sword scripture, wouldn't even know how he died.
"Many thanks, Shijie!" Zuo Mo didn't waste words. There was only gratitude in his heart. At the crucial time, it was possible to see if a person was worth associating with.
"It's too late for you to practice the sword now." Shi Feng Rong's brow furrowed.
Zuo Mo was very clear that he wouldn't dare to use the shady business on himself. The identity of a ling plant farmer, he was fated to receive the protection of the sect. What the other could do, was use open and aboveboard methods.
Zuo Mo made up his mind and said: "Since Master has such confidence in this disciple, this disciple naturally isn't willing to fall behind. This disciple doesn't ask for anything else, just to pick a sword scripture from the records room. "Since Master wanted him to not lose, if he didn't ask for help, then he would be too dumb. He thought about the [Li Water Sword Scripture] in the records room.
Three months. Zuo Mo could only rejoice that the sect assessment was three months later. He still had a chance!
If it wasn't for the matter with Hao Min, these two people would definitely be the ones he would curry favor with. But now that things had developed to this stage, the two sides were like fire and water. There was no possibility of peace. Zuo Mo's viciousness also came up. Rather than being bullied, it was better to fight back. Even if his end was terrible, he wouldn't let the other have an easy time. If he didn't have some courage, with his status as an outer sect disciple, he might be bullied in the future.
It was hard to disguise the tiredness in his expression, the zombie face slightly grey. But that pair of eyes, it was like two balls of fire, heated and vicious.
… …
Forbidding fighting within the sect. Every sect would have such a rule. But fighting within the sect was a frequent occurrence in every sect. There were many reasons, but the connivance and silence of the elders in the sect was undoubtedly one of the most important reasons. What the sect feared the most was an atmosphere without competition. The occasional little conflict, in the eyes of the elders, had more advantages than disadvantages. To a certain extent, they would adopt a tacit attitude.
Luo Li's pupils suddenly shrunk. The expression on his indifferent face finally changed: "Three months later, the sect assessment. I'll wait for you."
"A petty person will be arrogant when he's successful!"
Zuo Mo thought hatefully.
"You can also invite people." Li Ying Feng's face was also helpless: "That doesn't count as breaking the rules. Xiuzhe that produce like you, you can use the dan you make or the things you grow to invite people. But you can only invite the other shixiong in the sect. You cannot invite xiuzhe from other sects. "
There was no chance of victory if he relied on normal methods. His bet was all on Pu Yao. But on Pu Yao, it meant countless jingshi.
He was very clear what Luo Li was planning. In the sect, everyone felt that he didn't have any chance of winning. But Zuo Mo didn't want to admit defeat like this. Thinking about Luo Li and Hao Min's faces, the anger in his chest rose. And this would directly determine his position in the sect in the future. To say of nothing else, Master's warning was still ringing in his ears.
Calculating it, Zuo Mo had about six pieces of third-grade jingshi in total.
Zuo Mo threw all six pieces of third-grade jingshi to Pu Yao.
Zuo Mo felt he was going to faint. Buy talismans? He was so poor he was going to drop to the ground and buy talismans! Zuo Mo finally understood what Luo Li's words before he left that day meant. His mood instantly became terrible.
"Ah, I remember that Little Mo is very steady. Why would he do such a stupid thing?"
But Zuo Mo felt that these things didn't have much to do with him. He didn't believe that Luo Li dared to charge into West Wind Valley. His West Wind Valley was one of the most important areas of the sect, even more important than Cold Mist Valley.
Luo Li looked coldly at Zuo Mo, his eyes full of disdain and disdain: "My sword is sharp or not, you will know. You dare to touch my woman, you're very daring. "
"Oh." Zuo Mo drawled in response. Lowering his head to look at his right hand, he said unconcernedly: "So what if I did?"
Even Master knew … …
"Shijie, how much jingshi can you lend me?" Zuo Mo's eyes were red, his throat hoarse.
Wasn't it just a sword scripture?
"Ha, I don't dare to lend it to him."
Zuo Mo suppressed the anger in his heart, his voice scornful: "Shixiong's sword is really sharp. It's a pity for these flowers and grasses."
"What? Higher than before? That's natural. This is called the market going up! "The smile on Pu Yao's face was unspeakably enchanting:" You have to consider it well. Tomorrow, the price will be even higher. "
"What?" Zuo Mo exclaimed: "What kind of stupid rule is that?"
Zuo Mo took out the jade scroll of [Li Water Sword Scripture], his tone extremely certain.
"Yes." Zuo Mo resolutely responded.
Li Ying Feng explained: "It really is like that. It was said that in order to prevent internal strife among the disciples, the sect simply used the sect assessment as a way to solve the problem. He can challenge you at that time. You have to accept the challenge. If you don't, you have to give the other fifty contribution points to the sect. "
Was there anything simpler than a sword scripture? Wouldn't it be learned after being struck a few thousand times?
"Exactly. Just becoming an inner sect disciple and he dares to offend Hao Min Shijie. He really thinks he's something!"
"I don't care what method you use." Shi Feng Rong impatiently interrupted Zuo Mo.
"Didn't think that you could also become an inner sect disciple." Luo Li's face was expressionless, his expression indifferent.
Zuo Mo sold some of the matured ling herbs and materials in the ling fields and got one piece of third-grade jingshi.
"But I'm a ling plant farmer! I'm a ling plant farmer. Am I supposed to hold a flying sword and fight with him? "Zuo Mo was indignant.
This was an enormous sum. Zuo Mo had never thought about such an enormous sum. Not long ago, his annual income was just twenty to thirty pieces of second-grade jingshi. The six pieces of third-grade jingshi in front of him were giving off an alluring light and strong ling energy vibrations.
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