The sky was washed away, and more than twenty flying swords exuded colorful light, flying over the sea of clouds. Because of the five elements, the flying swords showed different colors, and they looked colorful and extremely beautiful.
Mo Bai was driving the flying sword with a sullen face, flying behind the crowd, feeling extremely depressed, still thinking about things just now. He came to Yunwu Peak inexplicably, and before he had time to figure out what was going on, he fought against Zhao Yuan, a personal disciple of some head, for no reason. Seeing that he was about to win Zhao Yuan. Thinking of this, he glanced at Ma Wuqiao who was leading the way in the front.
But he was stopped by the Ma Wuqiao in front of him, and he accused Mo Bai that he should not take the initiative to make trouble, causing a fight with Zhao Yuan. Thinking of this, Mo Bai couldn't help but feel angry. Mo Bai rolled his black eyes, feeling very helpless in his heart.
"Strelling, do you have Lingji Grass?" Mo Bai remembered what Ma Wuqiao had said before leaving, only to know the purpose of their trip. To enter the secret realm of Lingxu, and complete the task of picking one hundred Lingji grasses, so that you can get the reward of a Jidan from the sect. If among the twenty people on this trip, the one who has delivered the most spiritual foundation grass, the sect will also reward a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it can be accepted as a direct disciple by the head.
"No, there is almost no Lingji Grass on this continent, so it is difficult to collect his seeds." When Mo Bai just wanted to mutter in his belly that the reward of this sect was too stingy, the voice of Tsuruga looked abruptly. Sounded in my heart.
"Isn't it on this continent?" Mo Bai's curiosity was aroused by what He Wang said, and he couldn't help but ask strangely: "We are now going to the Lingxu secret realm to pick Lingji grass. How could you say that this continent does not have it? "
"I don't know about this anymore. It's recorded on my jade slip anyway. Anyway, I'll know when I arrive." He Wang didn't explain much, and stopped making a sound when he finished speaking.
"I really don't know what this Crane Wang is doing, this time is mysterious." Mo Bai remembered that Crane Wang hadn't bothered him to go out for nearly a month.
"You are good at it." Just as Mo Bai was thinking about it, a voice came from beside him. Mo Bai looked up and saw that it was the little monk with a stubble face. Driving a water attribute flying sword not far from him.
Mo Bai looked at the monk in front of him, couldn't help but remembered the faint fragrance coming from him, and touched his nose involuntarily. Seeing Mo Bai's subconscious movement, the monk with a stubble face, stared at him, but without the previous contempt. Accelerate the flying speed of Feijian and fly right in front of Mo Bai.
Seeing the strange behavior of the stubble-faced monk, Mo Bai smiled bitterly, looking far away, looking at the blue sky, a blue sky, and his mood gradually became more comfortable.
Accompanied by the howling sound, the crowd dropped their swords on a mountain col. As soon as they fell to the ground, Mo Bai looked around and realized that someone had been waiting here long ago. Immediately, after seeing the other party's clothing clearly, his face changed slightly. He is not unfamiliar with the other party's costumes, and has had several dealings with monks wearing the costumes of the sect.
There are men and women in the Shuiyun Gate. All of these people are dressed in purple clothes with fifteen white clouds embroidered on the cuffs. What's more striking is that these gatekeepers, whether they are male or female, are all beautiful people. The men are chic and the women are glamorous, very eye-catching.
Especially the male disciple in the front is handsome and extraordinary, and full of masculinity. His big sleeves are fluttering, and the fifteen white clouds on the cuffs are really eye-catching. His long hair is flying in the breeze, and he is all of a sudden. The gaze attracted the past.
"Is this the talented single-attribute disciple Yunsong of the Shuiyun Gate?" Just as Mo Bai cast his gaze to the man in front of him, a low mutter was heard in his ear.
Mo Bai turned his head and found that Monk Hu Zhu looked solemnly at the male disciple of Shuiyunmen, muttering quietly in his mouth. Seeing the appearance of Monk Hu Stubble, Mo Bai couldn't help but pay more attention to this man. Divine Sense leaned forward quietly, only to find that there was still a layer of mist blocking the Divine Sense on his body, and he could not see the true cultivation base.
Yun Song seems to have gotten used to such attention. He stood there, politely, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Look at his hypocritical appearance, it's really disgusting." Disciple Hu Zhu muttered while turning his head to the side, only to find that Mo Bai was looking at him. There was a hint of blush on his rough face. Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, amused in his heart.
"What to look at." When disciple Hu Zhu saw Mo Bai discovering his embarrassment, he was furious and couldn't attack him, so he could only stare at Mo Bai fiercely, as if he was about to eat him.
At this time, perhaps because he was unprepared, his voice became crisp, Mo Bai sounded like a woman, but it couldn't be related to his appearance. If she was really a woman and grew up like this, it would be unacceptable to kill Mo Bai. .
When disciple Hu Su saw Mo Bai not speaking, his gaze kept wandering on him, his heart became more angry, and he gave a cold snort from his nose, turned his head, and ignored Mo Bai.
"Haha, it turns out that it was Fellow Ma Daoyou who led the team this time. It seems that this time you Yunhemen are determined to win." This was a long laugh from Shuiyunmen.
Ma Wuqiao let out a cold snort, and his complexion quickly returned to normal, with no sense of happiness or anger. Calmly said, "Friends of Wen Dao, I haven't seen you for 20 years, don't come here without any problems? I want to have gained a lot of benefits over the years, and my mana has increased a lot."
While talking, the Shuiyunmen disciple on the opposite side separated a path, and an old man walked out slowly from the crowd, nodded at Ma Wuqiao with a smile: "You and I have known each other for many years, and have fought against each other many times. How can you be so divided? ."
After speaking, the divine sense swept across the Yunhemen disciples, laughed, and continued: "I see you, Yunhemen disciples, without an outstanding spiritual root, they are all five elements chaotic, don't you want the whole army to be wiped out? It seems that Yunhe Gate is not as good as it used to be."
Upon hearing this, all the Yunhemen disciples glared at the Shuiyunmen and became uncomfortable. After a long time, Ma Wuqiao's expression remained as usual, without leaving any traces, and turning the topic off, saying: "The time for the opening of the Lingxu Secret Realm is ready, but why don't you see the disciples of the Di Xingzong come?"
The old man surnamed Wen saw that Ma Wuqiao was unwilling to continue this topic, and he didn't want to do too much, so he nodded, snorted coldly, and said: "If you want to come, they should be ready to go. Di Xingzong will not give up. Such an opportunity."
"Then let's wait." After speaking, Ma Wuqiao found an open space, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and calmed down, reluctant to speak. Seeing Ma Wuqiao's appearance, the old man surnamed Wen sank, flicked his sleeves with his hands on his back, and walked back.
Seeing this, Mo Bai also found a place behind him, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly. Disciple Hu Stubble also sat down not far from Mo Bai.
For a while, the atmosphere in the col condensed. No sound can be heard.
After a short while, dozens of colorful rays of light in the sky fell near Yunhe Gate and Shuiyun Gate from far to near. If you don't ask, you know that it is the people of the Earth Xingzong who have arrived. Mo Bai opened his eyes and looked, only to see an old man walking towards them with a group of Earth Xingzong disciples.
The leading one among the disciples is a female disciple, dressed in purple, beautiful, with beautiful hair like a waterfall, phoenix eyes and cherry lips, slender eyebrows, and a pair of bright autumn eyes. He couldn't help his heartbeat beating slightly faster, he was shocked, gave the woman a deep look, and quickly tightened his mind.
The disciples of Yunhe and Shuiyun were all infatuated. Ma Wuqiao and the old man surnamed Wen couldn’t see it. They were annoyed and shouted in a low voice, saying: “When will the Di Xingzong practice this and other works? The technique is too much."
This low shout immediately awakened all the two disciples present, one by one showing shock.
The old man, the leader of the Di Xingzong, took two steps forward, arched his hands to Ma Wuqiao and the old man surnamed Wen, and said with a haha smile: "Li Zhe has seen Ma Daoyou and Wen Daoyou. You wait and take a good look. The disciple is born with a single water attribute spiritual root, and I hope that the two Taoist friends will never misunderstand."
The old man surnamed Wen raised his head, and after the divine sense was swept away, he also laughed and said, "Friend Li Daoist, the Earth Xingzong has good luck, and he actually received such a disciple with such excellent qualifications. It seems that twenty years later, this Xuanwu world Your overlord is yours."
"Friends Wen Dao's words are wrong, your disciple Yun Song in Shuiyunmen is also a single metal spiritual root disciple, this can be well known." Li Zhe said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Mother, each other." The old man surnamed Wen and Li Zhe looked at each other and smiled, and concealed pride appeared on their faces. Ma Wuqiao's face changed slightly, and he stayed aside with a sullen face.
Li Zhe's divine consciousness glanced at the disciples present, his expression was stunned for a moment, then, his face was as usual, and he said, "It seems that Yunhemen has no ambitions this time."
"Hmph, Yunhemen has always had a very high vision and looked down upon this spiritual ruins." The old man surnamed Wen turned his eyes towards Ma Wuqiao, and said: "Since Fellow Li Dao is here, the secret realm hasn't started yet, so let's have a small gathering. I don’t know what Li Daoyou thinks?"
"Well, it's so good, fellow literati, please." Li Zhe arched his hand and said.
"Friend Li Dao, please." The old man surnamed Wen said in return, and the two walked forward with their hands after speaking. Not paying attention to Ma Wuqiao at all.
Ma Wuqiao's face suddenly became gloomy, and with a cold snort, he waved his hand and turned back to the place where the Yunhemen disciple was.
The disciples of Yunhemen saw Ma Wuqiao's face so ugly, they naturally wouldn't touch him and stood far away.
Mu Yan, as the best disciple of the inner sect of the Earth Xing Sect, is extremely confident in his natural charming technique. Usually in the Earth Xing Sect, few of her peers can resist, but this handsome boy just now is actually the number one. A person who recovered her sanity, this made her a little surprised. After passing by the place where the Yunhemen disciples were, she couldn't help but look at Mo Bai a few more times. Place.
Mo Bai just retracted his gaze and lowered his head, not knowing that Mu Yan was watching him. At this time, I heard the murmur of Hu Zhu disciple next to him, but the voice was too small, and I didn't pay attention to it for a while. I just went to try to figure it out. Suddenly felt a shuddering look from the disciple Hu Stubble. Mo Bai's neck shrank slightly, withdrawing his spiritual consciousness. I looked at the disciples around me casually. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)