"This boy's talent may really be..."
Beggar Botong's eyes flashed. He was able to defeat Mr. Ming, who was at the fourth level of the Sword Master at the sixth level of Lijian Realm. There was no doubt about Mo Wentian's talent.
If only Mo Wenzhen could really win the first place on the Heavenly Ranking.
The Immortal Sword Sect can also breathe a sigh of relief.
"Boy, I will report this matter about the Four Elephants Gate to the sect master. As for whether you will be allowed in, I'm not sure!"
Qi Botong looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Thank you, Elder Beggar!"
Mo Wentian bowed slightly.
As for whether the master of the Immortal Sword Sect would let him in, as the old man said, Mo Wentian was very confident. As long as he showed his worth, this half-step sword king.
It will definitely let him enter the Four Elephants Gate.
"Boy, no matter what, you are now a disciple of my Immortal Sword Sect. When are you going to enter my Immortal Sword Sect?"
As if remembering something, Qi Botong suddenly asked.
"When will I enter your Fairy Sword Sect?"
Mo Wentian glanced at Qi Botong with disdain. The old guy said it so casually, but in his heart, he was more anxious than anyone else.
"In three months, I will enter the Immortal Sword Sect!"
Looking at Qi Botong, Mo Wentian said calmly.
"Three months..."
Beggar Botong paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "In three months, I'll be waiting for you at the Immortal Sword Gate!"
"This is my identity token. In three months, you can come to me directly with this token!"
After throwing a jade token to Mo Wentian, Beggar Botong's figure disappeared into the backyard.
"Three major sword gates..."
Seeing Qi Botong disappear, a smile slowly spread on the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
the next day.
During the battle between Mo Wentian and Mr. Ming, the incident of provoking the third elder of Tianjian Sect in public quickly spread throughout Sword City.
"Master, will Tianjianmen attack my Mo family..."
In the hall, Mo Yu asked worriedly.
"Attacking my Mo family?"
Mo Wentian smiled coldly, and then said indifferently: "They won't come!"
Of course he won't come. At most, the great elder will become angry and send a few people to assassinate him.
As for the Tianjianmen coming to kill.
How could they watch the Immortal Sword Sect and Sword God Mountain!
"You tell me to go ahead and let my disciples of the Mo family practice with all their strength. As for me..."
"I'm going to practice in the spiritual veins for three months!"
With a faint instruction, Mo Wentian's figure disappeared into the hall.
"Practice for three months!"
When Mo Yu heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
Immediately, an order was issued to seal off the spiritual veins, and all the disciples in the spiritual veins were evacuated.
"My cultivation level is still too low. If I were a swordsman now, my combat power would be even stronger!"
"Although the Immortal Sword Sect is one of the three major sword sects, compared to the place where you practice, there is no place where the spiritual energy in this spiritual vein is more intense!"
With an evil smile, Mo Wentian's figure disappeared.
"Wentian went to practice?"
The moment Mo Wentian left, a figure appeared in the Mo family.
"Master Tianxiao, the head of the family has said that he will be in seclusion for three months this time. During these three months, no one is allowed to disturb him!"
Looking at Mo Tianxiao, Mo Yu said softly.
"Three months of seclusion!"
Mo Tianxiao's expression changed slightly.
"Master Tianxiao, what happened? Otherwise, I will take over the family..."
"No!"
After waving slightly at Mo Yu, Mo Tianxiao disappeared into the small courtyard with a complicated expression on his face.
"Wentian, I can't wait for you anymore. I am now a swordsman. I will take everything back and then come to pick you up again!"
Muttering to himself, Mo Tianxiao's figure disappeared on the hillside.
In the spiritual vein.
"Boss..."
A voice sounded in his mind, and the next moment, a slippery little guy entered Mo Wentian's arms.
"Little Jiao!"
Mo Wentian grinned.
Compared with the last time we met in the Dongman Mountains, Xiao Jiao now looks much more impressive. The biggest change is that Xiao Jiao has grown a layer of...
In addition to the golden scales, the two small horns on his head have also grown slightly.
"Xiaojiao, what's your strength now?"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian couldn't help but ask.
"Boss, my current combat power is definitely comparable to that of a fifth-level swordsman, but..."
As if remembering something, Xiaojiao's small eyes suddenly turned on Mo Wentian.
"But if the boss gives me a demon holy pill, then my strength..."
"Demon Holy Pill!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiao Jiao's eager expression, and then looked at Tianhu who was practicing not far away. How could Mo Wentian not know what was going on
"Little guy, the power contained in the Demon Saint Pill is comparable to that of an ordinary Demon King. You are only in the middle of the third level now. If you swallow the Demon Saint Pill now, there will only be one end, you will explode and die!"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian said coldly.
"Explode and die!"
Xiao Jiao's body trembled slightly, but the fire in his eyes only increased instead of decreasing!
"Boss, you have to give it to me anyway, so now..."
"You really don't know how to eat?"
Mo Wentian asked with a wary face.
"Little Jiao swears that Xiao Jiao will never eat randomly..."
Xiaojiao said seriously.
"Okay, I'll give it to you!"
Unable to defeat the little guy, Mo Wentian threw a jade bottle directly to the little guy.
"Thank you, boss!"
A phantom flashed by, and the little dragon took the Demon Holy Pill and disappeared into the spiritual veins with a shudder.
"This little guy!"
Mo Wentian couldn't help but shake his head, but the smile on his face was filled with joy.
The stronger Xiaojiao becomes.
That was naturally a good thing for him, Mo Wentian. He originally thought that Xiao Jiao could become a level three monster, but Mo Wentian didn't expect that Xiao Jiao's strength would grow so fast.
"This little guy is definitely not the Ice Soul Jiao. I have to find a time next time to torture him properly!"
With a curl of the corner of his mouth, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and entered the depths of his spiritual veins.
"It's been a long time since my body reached the middle stage of the spiritual body, and my cultivation has been at the sixth level of the sword realm for a long time..."
"In this retreat, I will practice my physical fitness and cultivation!"
With a flash of light in his eyes, Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged, using the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art, the spiritual energy around him quickly gathered towards Mo Wentian.
"Um… "
Mo Wentian had just fallen into cultivation, and Tianhu, who was practicing, suddenly woke up.
Seeing the spiritual energy around him gathering crazily towards Mo Wentian, Tianhu's eyes were full of shock.
"The speed of gathering spiritual energy is too fast..."
Tianhu looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes twinkling slightly.
Even a tenth-level spiritual root may not be able to gather spiritual energy that quickly.
"In one hundred years, with his cultivation speed, I'm afraid..."
A golden light flashed in Tianhu's eyes, and he immediately fell into cultivation again. But to Tianhu's helplessness, while Mo Wentian was practicing, the aura around her was reduced by more than half in an instant.
a week later.
"Boom..."
A wave of energy spread from Mo Wentian's body, he opened his eyes, and a dazzling sword light passed through Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Seventh Level Swordsman!"
With a slight smile on his face, Mo Wentian fell into cultivation again.
Ten days later!
A wave of energy spread again, and Mo Wentian's cultivation level increased from the seventh level of swordsman to the eighth level of swordsman.
"Improved again!"
The corner of Tianhu's mouth twitched slightly. This speed of cultivation was like flying on an airplane.
One month later!
"Boom..."
A terrifying wave of air rose into the sky.
"Swordsman Ninth Level!"
Opening his eyes, the light in Mo Wentian's eyes surged.
After a month and a half of training, Mo Wentian's cultivation level finally improved from the sixth level of the Lijian Realm to the ninth level of the Lijian Realm. If Mo Wentian now fights Master Ming again,
Even without the Qinglong Devour, Mo Wentian could still defeat Mr. Ming.