World of Cultivation

Mu Xi stared at the group of cultivators in the distance with a look of shock in her eyes. Not only her, but also Yan Feng, who had always been arrogant, had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

The formation of cultivators in front of them was not neat, they were staggered, but it gave Mu Xi a sense of intertwined teeth, with traces of murderous intent, like the undercurrent surging at the bottom of a lake. The continuous battles gave her the most direct impression of this team.

The strength of these cultivators is not very strong, and they are only on par with her men. However, after several fierce battles, she did not gain any advantage over this team.

Her eyes fell on the young man in white at the center of the team, and she suddenly felt that this person might be her lifelong rival.

After several battles, she admired this young cultivator for his strict command of the battle, his unhurried manner, and the air of a general. This person must be a core disciple trained by a certain sect, and some clues can be seen from the practitioners around him. In order to protect him, he did not risk his life at all.

The glint in Mu Xi's eyes flashed, and she suddenly stepped out of the queue and said in a loud voice: "My lord, Mu Xi, I'll say goodbye today. I'll see you on the battlefield tomorrow. Take care, sir!"

The team separated in the distance, and the young man in white came out and said with a smile: "No wonder, no wonder, the Miyako Mu clan is truly well-deserved! Lin Qian is polite!"

Mu Xi was shocked, with no trace of surprise on her face: "Brother Lin actually knows about the Gonghu Mu family. He is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable. This little girl admires it!"

The Mu clan is one of the five major clans in the demon world, and it is also the clan with the most branches. Even in the demon world, not everyone knows its origins. As a cultivator, Lin Qian could tell her origin in one sentence, which was really impressive.

Seeing that Mu Xi was cheerful and generous without any pretense, Lin Qian couldn't help but show some admiration in his eyes: "Goodbye today, take care of yourself, girl!"

Mu Xi smiled brightly and saluted: "Brother Lin, have a good trip!"

Seeing the figure disappear, Yan Feng said angrily: "Are we just going to let them escape like this?"

Mu Xi glanced at him: "Can we stop them?"

Yan Feng was suffocated and argued forcefully: "If we hold them back, wait until the other adults arrive and form an encirclement..."

"Then we don't need to do anything else." Mu Xi interrupted him and said calmly: "Don't forget what we are here to do!"

Yanfeng was speechless.

"I'm afraid this person will become your great enemy!" The middle-aged man next to Mu Xi said with a solemn expression and some worry.

Mu Xi combed her hair and said with a smile: "There are so many adults in the army, who should I be the one to worry about?"

"Your Excellency, you are too modest!" The middle-aged man also laughed, and he was convinced that Mu Xi would have a bright future. Yan Feng curled his lips in disapproval, but he didn't say anything to make people angry.

Lin Qian and his party quickly fled away. They fought fiercely with this demon army several times in the past few days, with both sides suffering casualties. Lin Qian's face was as pale as water, calm and composed, with no hint of impatience or anxiety. The accompanying practitioners are well-trained and disciplined, and no one talks too much.

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Suspended realm.

Nestled among the mountains, melodious bells could be heard, and an inconspicuous small temple was located here. The yellow temple walls are covered with vines and gray-green tiles. There are many lifelike stone Buddha statues placed in the temple. It had just rained lightly, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of wet grass. The remaining rainwater from the tiles slid along the eaves, like broken pearls. The puddles hitting the bluestone made a pleasant tinkling sound.

In the main hall of the small temple, two people were kneeling and meditating.

"Senior Brother, I'm afraid I won't have time to visit Senior Brother again during this trip!" Young Zen Xiu was a little reluctant to leave. He was wearing a navy blue monk's robe, spotless, with a handsome face, and a pair of eyes with a faint light flowing. He looked to be no more than twenty years old, and there was a calmness in his heroic demeanor. Kneeling and sitting on a futon can still make people feel high-spirited.

The elder Zen Xiu said with a gentle smile: "You can go on your own and you will always come back."

The light yellow monk's robe on his body has been washed countless times and has turned white, with traces of sewing everywhere. No trace of spiritual power can be seen on his whole body.

There is no difference from ordinary people.

"Well, I have already told the people below that the monthly routine will be delivered on time!" Young Chanxiu said softly: "I will be back soon."

The senior brother waved his hand and smiled calmly: "You know I don't need those external things."

"That's not possible!" The young Zen cultivator straightened his back and said seriously: "Senior brother, please promise me to take good care of yourself, so that I can go out with peace of mind. Jiuqu Yindan is still short of a few spiritual herbs. It just so happens that I am going out this time. It's a good job to search for it. Once the Jiuqu Yindan is refined, senior brother's cultivation level will be restored. Huh, let's see who dares to show respect to senior brother then!"

At the end of the sentence, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes.

"Junior brother, you have violated the precept of anger." Huangpao Zenxiu said calmly.

"Senior brother, the lesson is right." Young Zen Xiu quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

“Don’t miss out on meditating when you go out.”

"yes."

Yi Zheng looked back at the small temple behind the mountain, soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon. Not long after flying, several people came towards him. When he saw who they were, Yi Zheng couldn't help but frown slightly.

The opponent quickly discovered Yi Zheng, and his flying speed immediately slowed down.

"I heard that junior brother is about to leave for a long distance, congratulations!" The visitor smiled and talked and held his hands.

Yi Zheng saluted calmly: "You are all loved and protected by all the senior brothers."

The two sides chatted for a few more words, and both realized that the other party had no intention of talking more, so they left.

Yi Zheng was not in a good mood originally, but now he was in an even worse mood. This group of people are disciples of Master Cui. The sect is now prosperous, with many disciples, and there are more and more incidents of overt and covert fighting.

Yi Zheng's master never came back after his wandering. He was raised by his senior brother, who was extremely talented. He has been among the top ten disciples of this generation for a long time and is highly regarded by the elders in the sect. Unexpectedly, during a mission, the senior brother was seriously injured. Although his life was saved, his cultivation was completely gone.

Since then, their lineage has declined even more. The senior brother went to the Shifo Temple to recuperate, and Yi Zheng was thirteen years old at the time. From then on, he worked harder and harder. Fortunately, although his senior brother had lost all his cultivation, he was still able to guide him in his cultivation. Just in the last Zen test within the sect, he won the fifteenth place in one fell swoop, and he re-entered the sight of the elders in the sect and won this mission.

There are rules in the sect, and the disciples have their own rules every month. However, this rule is barely enough for daily practice. Other disciples were rewarded by their masters, but Yizheng had to rely on other means, such as guiding his disciples to practice, which was his main source of income. The master is quite generous to his disciples, and the rewards for various tasks are very generous. It's just that there are many disciples and talents in the sect, and the competition in this area is the most fierce. In the past, he was simply unable to compete.

Until this time.

After tidying up a bit, he decided to go down the mountain.

He was already familiar with the content of the mission, and during the flight, he began to think about it secretly. The mission this time was not complicated. A small sect found a very strange deep cave. There was blood gushing in the cave, and the people who went in have not come out yet. What he had to do was to find out what was going on in the cave, and then report back to the sect.

After flying for ten consecutive days, he finally arrived at the sect where the incident occurred, Yideng Sect.

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Before Ma Fan woke up, Zuo Mo was pulled by Pu Yao to Mo Shuimingkong again.

"Pu, what does that Teng family Tiannan have to do with you?" Zuo Mo asked. He could see that Pu Yao cared a lot about Nan Yue, and took the initiative to teach others sorcery with the virtue of being a close friend. It was like the sun rising in the west.

Moreover, Zuo Mo seemed to think that Pu Yao's intention was not just to teach Nan Yue the "Tiannan Archery".

"After the old man." Pu Yao said calmly.

Pu Yao's answer also confirmed Zuo Mo's guess, and he asked curiously: "What kind of magic is "Tiannan Archery"? Is it a magic using arrows?"

"A very strong sorcery."

Pu Yao's answer was a bit evasive, but Zuo Mo paid more attention to it. A magic spell that can be called very powerful in Pu Yao's mouth must be very powerful!

Zuo Mo's spirit of gossip was completely aroused by Pu Yao Liao Liao's few words. Just when he was about to get to the bottom of it, Nan Yue came.

Nan Yue saluted Zuo Mo respectfully: "Sir!"

In the last competition, she stole the show and shocked the whole house. Her status in the government soared, and several teachers came to hope to recruit her as a student, but she politely refused them all. She didn't learn any advanced sorcery, but the adults' guidance opened a new window for her.

She believes that even without "Tiannan Archery", she can still find a way.

It was the epiphany during this period that made her respect Zuo Mo even more. His strength is really unpredictable! In her eyes, there is a huge gap between the teachers in the house and the adults.

"Well, here we come." Zuo Mo responded in a pretentious manner and asked casually: "Have you had any problems recently? If you have any questions, just ask."

Nanyue suppressed the excitement in her heart and raised the issues she had been thinking about these days.

Because it only involved little magic, Zuo Mo didn't just throw the question to Pu Yao, but tried to answer it himself. Zuo Mo had been hanging out with Pu Yao for a long time, and he had been exposed to sorcery theories that were much more advanced than Nan Yue's. Thanks to this, he looked at the problem from a deeper perspective, which made Nan Yue's eyes light up and she kept nodding.

For Zuo Mo, this was also a moderate test. Among the questions raised by Nan Yue, there were two issues that he had not considered, and they greatly touched him.

After answering some questions, Nan Yue was beaming and happy, while Zuo Mo was sweating profusely and breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be a shame if you didn't answer any question!

And it's still embarrassing in front of the demon...

Just as Zuo Mo was having these nonsensical thoughts in his mind, he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Nanyue! Nanyue!"

Zuo Mo raised his head and saw a group of people, oh no, a group of demons, waving towards Nan Yue and running over happily. My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter