"Really Qingtong, long time no see." Yun Song said with a cold face.
As if Qingtong had not heard it, he took the white jade cup that Yan Lie handed over, took a sip, and then slowly put it down again. Then he glanced at Yun Song, but had no intention of answering.
Yunsong's face was ashen with anger.
"The real person Fang Cai has already taken on the challenge. In this case, I will ask for advice. What kind of genius can be trained from a mortal fetus to a foundation within a year." Chao Jun stepped forward and stared at Mo Tianliao with cold eyes. Thinking of his genius, he cultivated hard day and night, and was worthy of building his foundation in the tenth year.
"This fellow Daoist misunderstood. When I started, I was already practicing the ninth level of Qi." Mo Tianliao said with a smile, Immortal Sect accepts disciples, regardless of whether they have a foundation or not. Usually, those below the foundation will be accepted, and some loose cultivators will be accepted. After wandering alone for a long time, I also wanted to find a fairy door for shelter.
It turned out to be from Ye Luzi, Chaojun heard this, and his chin couldn't help but raise his chin higher: "So, I asked for advice."
"Hold on." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and stopped the person who was about to rush over.
Chaojun showed a contemptuous smile, and finally knew he was afraid, right
"The hall is narrow, I'm afraid it will disturb my master to drink tea, let's go outside." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. One only wanted to save face, and the other was thinking about his own master, his temperament and self-cultivation. Judgment.
In front of Woyun Hall, there is an open space, which is paved with solid diamond jade, which is specially used to deal with this sudden "discussion".
Everyone went out, Tian Lang touched his beard and sent a voice transmission to Yan Lie: "Why does the Qingyun Sect know that Qingtong has received a double spiritual root, and go to find out."
Yan Lie nodded in response, he naturally noticed this, and he must find out as soon as possible.
The two people fighting the law stood at both ends of the open space, and the rest surrounded on both sides.
Chaojun is the root of the earth, and his spiritual power is in motion, and a layer of yellow sand is rolled up all over his body: "I am a little higher than you, so I will let you do three moves."
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows. This is a common occurrence in the righteous path. When encountering a fight with an unequal level, someone with a higher level will ask a few tricks: "In this case..." The second half of the words were not spoken at all, and Mo Tianliao had already made a move. .
The three wooden thorns caught the flames and shot directly at Chaojun's facade in the shape of a pin.
Pupils shrank, Chaojun hurriedly built an earthen wall for defense, but he didn't want the thorn to take root and turn into a green vine after piercing into the earthen wall. The earth wall, the defense collapsed immediately. When the earth wall collapsed, Mo Tianliao, who had jumped to the front, was revealed.
Chao Jun was startled, and immediately took out a pair of cymbals that were neither gold nor jade, and shot at Mo Tianliao.
With a "bang", the two cymbals collided, and huge yellow sand rose into the sky. Mo Tianliao waved his hand to attract countless dead leaves, which were solidly blocked in front of him.
"Hey, didn't you say let's make three moves? Why did you make a move with only two moves?" Zi Mo shouted loudly from the sidelines.
Chaojun did not expect that a person who had just established a foundation would change his moves so quickly that he couldn't take measures. If he didn't move, he would only be beaten. Using spiritual power in the palm of his hand, he struck the cymbal again.
Mo Tianliao snapped his fingers, and a black ball bounced into the middle of the cymbal instantly, but after hearing a muffled "hum", the ball was smashed by the treasure, the space magic circle inside was broken, and the oil in the two water tanks was splashed instantly. Come, with the long yellow sand scattered.
A small fire snake jumped over in an instant, and the oily yellow sand instantly turned into a huge fire dragon, surrounding Chao Jun in the center of the sand.
Chaojun stomped his foot violently, and the 10-foot-high earth wall wrapped him tightly on all sides. Fire can strengthen the earth, as long as the earth wall is still there, the fire cannot burn him.
The disciples of Wo Yunzong who were watching couldn't help but feel a little worried. This person huddled in the middle, Mo Tianliao had just built the foundation, and it would be dangerous after a while when his spiritual power was exhausted.
Mo Tianliao was not in a hurry, he took out a wooden thorn, ignited it, turned around, and threw it in from the top of the earth wall.
Chaojun naturally noticed it, and hurriedly raised his hand to build a wall to seal the top, but what was built in a hurry could not resist the sinking wood with spiritual power at all. This thorn can penetrate rocks!
"Ah—" The earth wall collapsed instantly, and the clothes had just been stained with oil. When they met the fire in the wood, they burst into flames.
Chaojun immediately summoned countless yellow sands to bury himself, and barely extinguished the fire. Mo Tianliao narrowed his eyes, took out a wooden sword, caught fire in the wood, and the vine body slashed towards the sand pile.
"Shizier dare!" Elder Yunsong saw that he had made a killing move, he couldn't sit still, jumped up and slapped Mo Tianliao with a palm.
No matter how capable Mo Tianliao is, it is impossible for him to use the foundation-building cultivation to catch the palm of the God Transformation Stage, and the cold hair behind him suddenly stands up.
At the critical moment, "Bang!" There was a loud noise, and a hand that was as white as jade stably met the fatal palm, and the huge fluctuation of spiritual power directly lifted Mo Tianliao up.
Meng Hu jumped into the air, grabbed Mo Tianliao's collar and grabbed him firmly.
And the two over there have already fought.
The sect master Tianlang Zhenren immediately raised his hand and built a defense to cover all the people of Wo Yunzong. Just kidding, the fight between the two in the spirit transformation period can destroy the entire Wotian Cave!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the people of Qingyunzong over there immediately hid in the defense of Woyunzong, even Chaojun who had just climbed up from the yellow sand was no exception. It's just that his pants were burned through, so he had to cover the back with his hands and ran over.
Mo Tianliao didn't have the heart to laugh at this person, frowning at the fight over there.
Countless giant vines rose up into the sky. Elder Yunsong’s wood spell was very powerful. The giant vines were transformed into ten and ten into one hundred. Thousands of giant vines with thorns at the top rushed straight towards Qingtong.
Dressed in white, it looked fragile in the black rattan waves. Qingtong stomped his feet lightly, and the white frost spread from the soles of his feet. All the rattans were frozen in the snap of his fingers, without the slightest waste. One, not even a single extra ice edge.
The people of Qingyunzong took a deep breath when they saw it, what a precise spell to do.
Qingtong didn't cast any more spells, but raised his hand, and a huge virtual palm called out to the frozen brittle rattan, and all of them shattered.
Yunsong immediately mobilized the spell, and countless wooden thorns hung in the air, like a huge pegboard, rushing towards Qingtong.
Because it is necessary to control every wood thorn, this spell consumes a lot of soul, and it cannot be used unless the soul is very powerful.
Usually when people see this move, they will immediately defend themselves, but Qingtong snorted coldly, opened his hands, and countless ice picks also appeared in front of him, facing them all.
"Boom—" Sawdust and ice chips were flying all over the sky, and the beauty in white whirled up and rushed over among the countless debris. A punch shattered Yunsong's entire body's defenses and smashed it straight into his eye socket.
Yun Song was immediately stunned! What kind of play is this
Qingtong didn't have any plans to explain, so he grabbed him and beat him hard. At the end, he threw down the sentence "You want a face!" and floated away gracefully.
Everyone looked at Yun Song, whose nose was bruised and swollen, and then looked at Chao Jun, who was covering his butt, and couldn't react for a while. In other words, this is a battle of high-level monks, right
Mo Tianliao looked at the bright white streamer that shot straight towards Woqing Cave, frowned, and explained to his senior brother, chasing after the figure of the master. Leaving a bunch of embarrassed people looking at each other.
After entering Woqing Cave, Mo Tianliao chased after Qingning Palace in a hurry, ignoring the rules of not flying with swords in the cave.
When Qingtong walked into the hall, he couldn't hold it any longer. As soon as it got dark, he fell forward and was caught by Mo Tianliao who happened to rush in.
The man in his arms was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his black hair quickly turned the color of snow. Mo Tianliao frowned tightly, raised his hand and hugged the person, and walked quickly into the inner hall.
In the inner hall, it was still as quiet as ever.
Gently put the person in his arms on the bed, Mo Tianliao sat down beside the bed, put his two fingers on the cold white wrist, lowered his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes, and quietly looked at the unconscious person . Fortunately, there was no injury, probably because the divine soul was consumed too much, and the damaged divine soul...
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Tianliao slowly stretched out his hand and held the jade-like left hand. A bracelet filled with strange gems, shining with faint blue light, was tightly buckled on his wrist.
Mo Tianliao closed his eyes, covered his sleeves little by little, leaned over, and took the sleepy person into his arms.
The warm power that wrapped the soul, the sleepy Mo Xiaopaw, the damaged master... I just felt that the pain in my heart was going to be unbearable, Mo Tianliao slowly approached, gently, gently, in the bright and clean place. A kiss was placed on his forehead: "Little Claw is not afraid, I'm here, sleep."