However, it is her now, not Mo'er.
Mo Ye looked at the stream, and suddenly smiled again, arrogance and coldness appeared on his innocent face, and in a short time, the traces of Mo'er's sweet and pleasant temperament disappeared without a trace.
Head of Xiangshengmen, Si Yueming
Suddenly, Mo Ye felt the pressure on her body suddenly increase, pressing her waist and couldn't straighten it up.
A woman's voice was heard in the air behind her, "Tsk Tsk Tsk, the delicate flower that was sheltered by others in the past has fallen to this point, and that mean expression is really disgusting."
Mo Ye turned her head vigorously, already sweating exhaustedly. She couldn't overcome the suppression of realm, no matter who she was in that world.
Xi Ziyou, the apprentice of Xiangsheng Sect's head, was a strong one in the early days of foundation building. She is the younger sister of Ji Chuan and Zhu Zifan, or there is another identity, Mo'er's rival in love.
Although Mo'er didn't hear things outside the window in the teacher's door, she only hung her mind on Zhu Zifan, but she still knew the people around him.
"What do you want?" Mo Ye asked coldly.
"How about? Once Zhu Zifan treated you as a treasure, I couldn't do anything to you, now... I just do what I want." Xi Ziyou slowly stepped on the flying sword to the ground, dressed in a purple skirt. Misty, coupled with the frivolousness on his face, seemed particularly arrogant and sharp.
She walked slowly to Mo Ye's side, kicked her in the arm, and sneered: "The sixth layer of Qi Refining? You can only advance through this calamity. You don't know if your fate is enough, if you don't... I How can I help you again? Maybe after thousands of trials, waste wood can become a treasure?"
Mo Ye gritted her teeth and tried to stand up. The bones on her body were creaking, and the force of a mighty force was on her shoulders. When she straightened up, she heard a click, and the bones of her feet were cracked.
"Do you dare to kill me?"
Xi Zi Youshui's bright eyes grunted, pouting, and said, "Don't dare, I know that you were saved by your senior brother. Even if you give your senior brother face, I can't walk on his front foot and kill someone on the back foot."
"If you don't dare to kill, you will roll." Mo Ye finished speaking indifferently, and under the pressure of almost pressing her down on the ground, he turned around slowly and strode forward with difficulty.
"You haven't been protected by Zhu Zifan, what are you?!" Xi Ziyou yelled angrily, squeezing his fingers vacantly, his sword qi turned solid, and his sword pierced Mo Yehou's neck.
The violent sword aura whizzed away, let out a sharp sound like a dragon's chant, a sharp sword light flashed, Mo Ye's long hair was cut off, and clusters fell on his shoulders.
And she kept walking forward, never pausing, even in the face of Xi Ziyou's initial coercion, her bones were crushed and she was still walking.
There was a fierce touch in Xi Ziyou's eyes. It was true that she wanted to give the big brother face and not kill, but she had a way to make her life better than death!
As soon as the idea came out, he waved his hand to offer a magic weapon.
"Zi You, let her go."
Xi Ziyou turned his head fiercely, the towering tree branch, a touch of white snow was right on it, and immediately spread the voice: "Why do you want to protect her? Why didn't you just see it? A betrayal disciple, instead of dying at someone else's hands, It's better to understand the cleanliness of your own school."
"Go back!" The big brother who has almost never been irritated, can't hide his anger in the words.
Xi Ziyou's heart trembled, and when he turned to see that Mo Ye had been far away, he suddenly withdrew from the pressure, and saw that Mo Ye had suddenly planted somersault, and he was satisfied, and stepped on the flying sword to fly towards Jichuan.
Ji Chuan kept looking at Mo Ye, and saw that her foot bones were broken and she was still walking. Even if she fell to the ground and broke her head, she still got up and did not stop.
After watching for a long time, he sighed slightly until Mo Ye's figure disappeared behind a small mountain bag.
Master, you are too impatient.
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The space in Mo'er's Qiankun bag is very small. In a space of less than half a square, there are very few things.
That is, some small bottles of ointment, which are used to treat small wounds on weekdays. They are needed for occasional injuries when Mo'er works at the outer door. Now Moye can be used to treat injuries on his feet.
However, when she thinks that she is now poor and white, she hits the wall with depression in her heart.
It is said that the main house is in charge of finances, and the junior has a lot of money, but this is not universal when it comes to this.
Except for a few small bottles of ointment, Mo'er's Qiankun bag contained only two ugly changing clothes, eight inferior spirit stones, and a rusty hairpin, which was once given to her by Zhu Zifan.
Of course, there is also a peerless sword, which she brought in from the man.
I'm afraid Mo'er is the poorest disciple of Xiangshengmen, no wonder she can't live without Zhu Zifan.
Outer disciples would be paid for doing handyman duties, and they could be freely controlled by the disciples, but Zhu Zifan took those spirit stones up, saying that Mo'er was not well involved in the world, and if he had too many spirit stones on him, he would be deceived.
There was no magic weapon in Mo'er's Qiankun bag, nor did she have the lowest order. In fact, in the first year of the inner sect, she also acted collectively with the sect and got a few pieces.
But Zhu Zifan said that she is a girl with a low cultivation level. If she has a magic weapon, she is afraid that she will be coveted by someone with a heart, but she will hurt herself.
Mo Ye still refused to give up, and carefully checked the hairpin that had lost the paint, but found nothing. It was an ordinary hairpin, and only Mo'er took it as a treasure.
But as a sword repairer, Mo'er didn't even have his own sword.
In the memory, Zhu Zifan once promised her that when she passed the Qi Refining Period and entered the Concentration Period, he would buy a sword for her. If she is strong enough to break through the concentration stage and enter the foundation building stage, he will give her...
Bah, it's all bad checks!
Puff! Mo Ye threw the changed rotten clothes into the stream, and did not plan to retrieve Mo'er's memory again.
Zhu Zifan was all upside down inside. She seemed to be a little nauseous. In her opinion, a man with strong desire for control and stingy stingy ended up causing others to mislead herself. She really has no interest in going back to her memory space. Stuff garbage.
When the injuries on her feet were no longer in the way, Mo Ye directly stepped onto the black sword that Shun came, urging her aura into the air, but only dared to leave the ground for half a meter. This kind of too mysterious means of transportation still made her feel very insecure.
"Guru..." Moye's stomach wailed miserably. It was empty and needed to be filled urgently.
As long as the cultivator reaches the concentration period, there is no problem without eating for several months. Therefore, most people don't need edible ingredients, but they sell at very high prices.
What Moye is facing now is so poor that even if he wants to eat a full meal, there is a certain degree of difficulty.
After flying for an hour, Moye felt that the aura in the dantian was almost exhausted, and a stone city gradually appeared in the distance.