Zuo Mo wanted to reply, "Ge really, really isn't bored at all." But considering the other's strange hobby of letting off "fireworks," Zuo Mo calmly and rationally replied, "I don't know how to play games."
"Yes!" The disciple respectfully said. Then he couldn't disguise his excitement, "This time, five people came!"
He didn't have too many surprises. He silently stood there, savoring it.
"Shixiong, the people from Ling Ying Sect came again!" The one to report was still the outer sect disciple from last time. But there wasn't any panic on his face like last time, but excitement.
"Please! That's cool! "
How could it not be troublesome … …
But he was just thinking. He wasn't arrogant to the point that he could improve a sword scripture. And his understanding of tidal sword essence was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Again?" Zuo Mo stilled.
In the short journey between the female and male disciples, Zuo Mo, who had been full of heroism, almost completely lost his desire to fight.
But considering that the chance of angering the other was too high, he weakly added, "How about you find the simplest game?"
"I will kill you!"
Hm, Zuo Mo's mind couldn't help but become alert. Wasn't this a formation problem? He looked at it carefully again and finally confirmed that it was indeed an array question.
"Wow! Shixiong is so handsome! "
Zuo Mo wanted to cry. But this matter, it wasn't something he could change. He could only be moved.
Zuo Mo had just walked towards the male disciples when the male disciples became enraged.
The sword light flashed, moving like a dragon.
Zuo Mo's mind moved and the Water Drop sword in his hand suddenly shot up into the air. At the same time, he gave a clear howl and jumped up.
Fine! Thinking about his new understanding of [Li Water Sword Scripture], Zuo Mo's heart suddenly became full of heroism. Just as he had learned something, someone came to test his sword. This Ling Ying Sect really was full of good people!
Last time, only three came. This time, five came!
When Zuo Mo finished the ling garden he had just rented and dragged his tired body back to the Little West Wind Yard, but when he saw the pink Little Thousand Crane that had arrived at almost the same time as him, he wanted to roll his eyes and faint.
Seeing Zuo Mo appear, the crowd of female disciples instantly shrieked. Zuo Mo almost tripped.
After he finished cultivating, he took out the Water Drop Sword from the Spirit Spring. With the nourishment of the Spirit Spring, the luster of the Water Drop Sword was much clearer than before. Zuo Mo lovingly caressed the Water Drop sword and started to imprint it.
"Uh, but why are there female disciples?" Zuo Mo asked speechlessly.
Gradually, the sword intent that was like rippling water gradually lost its lightness, and gained a heavy and oppressive feeling. Every ripple was filled with power, and the previously hidden violence was like the wind adding fuel to the fire, burning fiercely.
Zuo Mo quickly distanced himself from this group of people that had completely sunk into a battle frenzy.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with anything.
When he arrived at the mountain gate, seeing the black mass of people, Zuo Mo instantly stumbled.
"When Senior Brother was still an outer disciple, I knew that Senior Brother was not an ordinary person!"
"The three from last time are all here, and there are two that I don't know."
On the contrary, on the Water Drop Sword, that fire-like agile sword glow gradually retracted.
Like correcting, like filling in the gaps, like optimizing, etc., there were many methods, endless. Towards the end, some xiuzhe would never tire of it, and would be very engrossed in it, creating extremely difficult formation problems. Between many disciples, they would often use this as a game.
Zuo Mo went into the stone room to practice [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] and the gravestone version of [Vajra Profound Sutra].
Of course, in the eyes of other people, Zuo Mo Shixiong was walking with determined steps, a cold expression, and flirtatiously passing by them.
These days of imprinting, his efforts hadn't been wasted. By now, Zuo Mo could use this Water Drop sword like it was his own arm. It was of a higher grade than the ice crystal sword, and had more intelligence.
"Cough." Zuo Mo forced himself to calm down, swallowed, and asked, "Who is it this time?"
Zuo Mo instantly felt a wave of displeasure. Never mind. He had to inform her. The possibility that this woman was behind this was higher.
"Shixiong, kill them!"
Just at this time, he suddenly detected there were people outside the valley. However, the incomers were very obedient and did not touch the jinzhi.
But when Zuo Mo saw the five people from Ling Ying Sect whose expressions were even worse, his mood instantly became very good.
"Eldest Shixiong and Eldest Shijie have both gone out. Luo Li Shixiong is in seclusion. Xu Yi Shixiong is forging and ordered not to disturb him. Hao Min Shijie is being punished. Only Xu Yi Xia Shijie is free. Should we inform her? "
A flying sword needed a long time to imprint before it could be used like an arm. And to be able to move it as one wished, the time needed was even longer. Flying swords were like the partners of sword xiu. The longer they stayed together, the more tacit they became. Sword xiu usually wouldn't easily change flying swords. This point, especially after reaching jindan, was even more evident.
That woman?
But for Zuo Mo, he had never played with it before. He found it very novel. The formation that the problem involved was not complex. Zuo Mo had learned it before, but the problem that was raised was extremely tricky. At this time, he couldn't help but sink into thought. The other seemed to know he was thinking and did not rush him.
… …
Formations were a systematic study. Coming from a small sect, Zuo Mo naturally wouldn't have any experience. But in some large sects, the disciples learned formations. From the simplest single ling formation, to Yin Yang Formation, Dual Element Formation, it gradually became more complex. This was a very long learning process. To help the disciples learn, some xiuzhe that were skilled in formations had organized a set of learning methods. Among them, it included all kinds of formation problems.
A layer of goosebumps instantly rose on Zuo Mo's body.
Zuo Mo's expressionless face was filled with black lines. He decided to stay further away from this group of crazy women.
This outer sect disciple was extremely excited: "Everyone heard that Ling Ying Sect had come again and all ran over to personally see Shixiong show his prowess and viciously teach Ling Ying Sect a lesson!"
"I really want to seduce him … …"
Zuo Mo wanted to turn and run.
However, he decided to put this thing aside. He still had many things that needed to be done. Games, he could play when he was free. In any case, that damned woman wasn't rushing him right now.
Zuo Mo made his last struggle: "I'm an idiot, I can't teach."
But the other was very generous and friendly, saying: "That's alright, I'll teach ye."
The outer sect disciple's face instantly became excited as he hurriedly led the way.
He felt that he didn't lie to the other. He really didn't know how to play games. Games, to him, it was so unfamiliar as though he didn't recognize it. His life, from the moment he opened his eyes, it was fated that he couldn't leisurely play games and live his life.
Zuo Mo's heart was slightly reassured. Good, good. At least, it wasn't all five that he didn't know. Two that he had defeated before, oh, he completely had reason to ignore. That woman, she didn't dare to fight last time. This time, she definitely wouldn't dare to act rashly. The ones that needed a headache were the two he didn't know. Since the other had come to find trouble, they definitely would be stronger than the two from last time.
… …
Five people … …
Cold as usual, mixed with a strong savagery. The two conflicting feelings mixed together but Zuo Mo didn't seem to feel it. He didn't feel any discomfort.
Zuo Mo was intoxicated. Using the Water Drop sword to practice [Li Water Sword Scripture], it was an unparalleled pleasure. When he was excited, Zuo Mo didn't restrict himself to the sword scripture. One finger and one lead, almost untraceable. Among the sword lights, there was a cold and slightly violent li water sword essence that rippled like water.
"Cut into eight pieces, cut off the limbs, pick out the tendons and break the veins, cut out every inch … …"
His mind turned quickly. He hesitated inside. Should he go or not? He regretted being so confident last time. He asked: "The other shixiong? You can't bother me every time with this kind of thing. "
Zuo Mo forcefully shook his head and recovered some clarity. He couldn't help but gape inside. Was this what the disciples of the large sects played? He couldn't help but feel envious. No wonder they were so strong, and could play such powerful things.
At the mouth of West Wind Valley.
In terms of profoundness, li water sword essence couldn't compare to the tidal sword essence that Zuo Mo had secretly learned. But this was something that Zuo Mo had comprehended himself, and it was the sword essence that he had the deepest understanding of! His understanding of li water sword essence far surpassed tidal sword essence.
In the air, a flame that seemed to be made from water gave off a faint light. Everywhere the sword light passed, a water-shaped flame would appear, silent and serene.
"They still haven't given up. They specifically want to spar with Shixiong!" This outer sect disciple didn't notice Zuo Mo's abnormality at all, still excitedly saying: "This group of people really don't know what's good for them!"
"Ye, so bored, let's play a game!"
"Chop them up!"
"So uncreative! Want sunflower … … "
After thinking it through, Zuo Mo didn't have stage fright. He nodded, full of style: "Let's go."
When Zuo Mo came back from his state of comprehension, he found that, unknowingly, his [Li Water Sword Scripture] had gone up another level.
This time, what came to his hand was a game rule of about two hundred characters.
But, just like countless times before, the other didn't give him any room to resist. Therefore, Zuo Mo saw a string of rules of about eight thousand characters. This time, Zuo Mo really fainted. Such difficulty, for a non-gaming enthusiast like him, it really was a mission that was impossible to complete. He only swept a few glances and decided to give up, persuading: "In reality, I'm really an idiot!"
Maybe, he could refer to tidal sword essence to improve [Li Water Sword Scripture]. Zuo Mo's heart suddenly moved.
Right now, he wasn't clear what level his [Li Water Sword Scripture] had reached. [Li Water Sword Scripture] wasn't a profound sword scripture. Even its creator wasn't a powerful sword xiu. It was an anomaly that Zuo Mo could cultivate a sword scripture to such a level. But the path after that, he needed to explore it himself because the [Li Water Sword Scripture] that he practiced stopped here. Even though the creator had written down some of his speculations and ideas, but many of them had been killed by Pu Yao.
"Why are there so many people?"
"They must have come to admire Shixiong's glory!"
Zuo Mo's scalp instantly prickled.
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