At the end of the skill competition, the alchemy side won the championship without any surprise, and returned to Woyunzong's stage with a box of forgetfulness grass. The colorful clothes swept across the air, light and elegant.
"Sure enough, only Master Hua can wear such fancy clothes." The female disciples of other sects were discussing.
"I used to think that a man would be ugly if he dressed beautifully, but I don't think that way anymore after seeing Master Hua."
"I heard that he is only over a hundred years old!"
Hua Qing's body is tall and straight, her eyes are not squinting, her chin is raised slightly, and she nods at those reverent eyes. When approaching the high platform of Wo Yunzong, suddenly, a white figure rushed over.
Everyone only saw that the real person Qingtong suddenly appeared and dragged Hua Danshi away, thinking that the uncle cared about the nephew, fearing that his alchemy power would not be enough, and they all felt that the atmosphere of Woyunzong was good.
"Hey!" Hua Qing was slapped on the high platform of Wo Yunzong with a slap by the uncle, and she fell to the ground. Fortunately, people who cultivate immortals have thick skin and can't hurt like this, but... It hurts a lot. of!
"Master, help!" Hua Qing immediately asked her master for help, Xuanji stopped rubbing the hemp rope, looked up at the apprentice who was knocked down by his junior brother, and poked Yu Li, who was squatting beside him playing in the water, with his elbow. He motioned for him to help his brother up.
Yu Li looked up and stared at his master in disbelief, asking him to save his brother? Master, are you sure you're not letting your apprentice die
His master could not count on him, Hua Qing skillfully held his head and lay on the ground without moving. As long as he didn't sway around, Uncle Master would not make another move.
Qingtong kicked the motionless nephew, feeling bored, and returned to his seat.
Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked up to pat the flowers who were still pretending to be dead: "Senior brother, can you get the Forgetfulness Grass?"
Hua Qing kept her face on the ground and held up a jade box for him.
Mo Tianliao took it over, put the jade box with Wenyu branches in his hand, got up and returned to his position, and slowly opened the jade box. A very beautiful grass is lying quietly in the jade box. The leaves of the grass are shaped like bird feathers and consist of many tiny leaves.
"This is the Forgetfulness Grass?" Mo Tianliao asked Taishi.
"Yeah, if you eat this, you will forget your past." There were so many people that Taishi didn't dare to change, so he talked to Mo Tianliao in the sea of knowledge, "You can think about it, if you give this to a cat, he may not I remember you."
Although Wangyoucao is a rare spiritual grass, it is not comparable to Dixiu. Dixiu can wash away the troubles in people's hearts, while Wangyoucao may make people forget everything.
Mo Tianliao frowned: "What about Dixiu?"
"The Emperor Hugh will be better, but if you are the source of his sorrow, he will still forget you." Tai Shi said in a rather desolate tone.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and put the forgetfulness grass into the storage bracelet. From love to fear, also to worry, the little hairball who should have been carefree, but missed him for three hundred years, so he himself was Qingtong's biggest worry. If Qingtong forgets him, forgets their precious memories... Just thinking about it, his heart hurts as if it were torn apart.
Don't take this step unless you have to! The baby around him has already agreed, so, the simple way to repair the soul without hurting each other, maybe...
Thinking like this, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but peek at the master beside him.
"What do you see me doing?" Qingtong put his forehead in one hand and glared at him sideways.
"It's okay, I just want to take a look." Mo Tianliao leaned over and raised his hand to touch the top of his hair. The chairs Qingtong and Xuanji were sitting on had high backs and looked like a soft couch. The small movements behind him cannot be seen by the disciples behind him.
"Uncle Mo, did you really set fire in the Forge Heaven Demon Palace when you were young?" A clear voice suddenly came from behind.
The hand that Mo Tianliao had just stretched out suddenly stopped, and he slowly retracted it. He secretly scolded this group of winless little devils, turned his head, and showed a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze: "Strictly speaking, it is not."
"Huh?" The female disciple who asked was obviously pushed out by someone else, and when she got such an answer, she didn't know how to proceed.
There are dozens of futons behind the elder's seat, and all of them are the disciples who have come to participate in the three conferences. Hearing this, several people showed expressions like "I just said he was bragging".
Mo Tianliao raised his eyes and saw that Ding Zijin was walking over with a box, followed by Ding Ziyu who was not looking very well, he smiled and said, "Burning fire and iron is only part of the daily work, the most important thing is to serve the calcination. Heavenly Venerable's favorite."
"Ah?" Many disciples couldn't help but become curious, "I heard that Venerable Gingtian has no Taoist companion!"
"Zengtian's favorite is a snow-white cat," Mo Tianliao turned his head to talk to the crowd, and reached out to the master to hold a hand under the cover of his long sleeves, "I usually have the most important thing. The thing is to serve the cat to eat and drink."
The hand in the long sleeve was scratched by the sharp claws, and Mo Tianliao gritted his teeth. He didn't feel much pain, but felt a numbness in his palms that spread to his back.
Ding Ziyu just heard this sentence, and couldn't help sneering: "Zhengtian Venerable's cat is so precious that it is never touched."
Mo Tianliao raised his eyes, looked at the faint blue on Ding Ziyu's wrist without a trace, and said with a smile, "Brother Ding has been burning fires back then, so naturally he doesn't know about the inner palace."
"You..." Ding Ziyu's face flushed, and everyone had begun to doubt his status as a descendant. Just when he heard that his brother was coming to Wo Yunzong to see Mo Tianliao, he followed without thinking, intending to explore this person again. 's reality. Just now, he rashly opened his mouth and thought it was a good opportunity to prove himself.
"Ah, I was wrong," Mo Tianliao patted his head, as if he had just remembered something, "Brother Ding also shot iron later."
Ding Zijin endured and endured, but did not laugh out loud. Although he failed to win the top spot, that bastard lost a big face, which made him feel very good: "Brother Mo, this is what I promised you earlier."
Mo Tianliao stretched out his hand to take it, and with a swipe of his consciousness, he knew that the jade box contained a Wenyuguo, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Now that most of the Wenyuguo from the Floating Cloud Sect has been lost, this Ding Zijin can still get one. There is also a bit of skill.
Ding Ziyu stared intently at Mo Tianliao's face, trying to find out if he was reborn from the death of Calgary, but he rarely saw Calgary in the magic palace. I don't know much about his demeanor and way of speaking.
Mo Tianliao ignored him, the fish had already taken the bait, so he was not in a hurry. After a few words with Ding Zijin, he saw off the guest, sat back in his seat, opened the jade box and took out the fresh Wenyuguo.
"Wen Yuguo?" Hua Qing, who was hiding to the side, saw the contents of the box with sharp eyes, and immediately jumped over, her eyes lit up, "Junior brother, how did you get it?"
"In exchange for materials," Mo Tianliao waved his hand and tried to reach out, "This is for Master to eat."
Hearing Mo Tianliao's mention of Shizun, his feelings stiffened for a moment, he turned his head slowly, facing a pair of cold and beautiful eyes, he was so excited that he forgot, and ran into the hunting range of Shishu again.
Mo Tianliao took out a jade knife and cut Wen Yuguo open. The crispy and hard flesh is very strong, and there is no juice overflowing with a knife, and the whole fruit is like an ice sculpture, and it will drop slag. Frowning slightly, he summoned Tai Shi and turned it into a tortoiseshell-colored fruit knife, an invincible artifact. Cutting such a hard material is like cutting tofu, and soon a Wenyu fruit was cut into a strip. shaped pulp.
Handing the plate to Qingtong, Mo Tianliao flattered, "Try it."
Qingtong picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It had no taste. After chewing it, it was very chewy. It was just right for grinding his teeth.
So, Hua Qing was so stiff in place, watching my uncle take the precious Wenyuguo as a snack, and chewed it: "Uncle, that..." Anyway, leave him a little bit, with his alchemy skills, You will definitely be able to practice a Yuan Ying Pill!
"Huh?" Qingtong put the last piece in his mouth and looked up at him.
Hua Qing trembled: "No, nothing."
After finishing a plate of teeth grinding sticks, Qingtong turned to look at Mo Tianliao, his beautiful eyes were full of anticipation, and he seemed to want another plate.
Mo Tianliao's heart was melted by the sight, and he wanted to promise everything, but if he took out another one now, he would clearly tell Liu Yunzong that he stole the fruit, and whispered in Master's ear. : "It's inconvenient at the moment, how about tonight?"
"You can only eat one a day." The fruit knife Taishi was lying on the plate and reminded his master with his divine sense.
"Yes, I can't eat too much, it's time to have a toothache." Mo Tianliao held the cat's paw that was trying to dig out Wenyuguo himself, and it seemed that Wenyuguo could not be placed with Qingtong.
"It's not a toothache!" Taishi couldn't bear it anymore, he jumped up to turn into a mouth, but Mo Tianliao quickly caught it and turned it into a wrist guard and put it away.
"I know, it needs to be refined slowly, and you believe in coaxing the cat." Mo Tianliao said in the sea of knowledge with disgust.
"..." Taishi was silent for a while, and if he encounters this kind of thing in the future, he won't speak if he burns it to death!
After the skill competition is over, it is the highlight of the trick competition.
"As we all know, Zongtian is the devil's way, and even the number one refiner in Taixuan Continent. In his magic palace, Lingbao and Lingshi are comparable to the ancient cave mansion. With this pass token, you can enter and leave the Zongtian Devil Palace at will. ," Master Liu Mang said loudly with a token in his hand, "My Liu Yun Sect spent three hundred years to finally draw a map of the Forge Heaven Demon Palace. The fortresses of the outer palace are marked. Whether you can enter the inner palace or not depends on the Your creations are made."
There are many restrictions in the magic palace, and now the two forces of Zheng and Magic have set up a barrier, which can only be entered by holding a token.
Mo Tianliao smiled and said that he had developed a method to break the formation, but it was only because his mountain protection formation had not been supplied with spirit stones for many years, and it was about to collapse in three hundred years. There are opportunities. However, there are too many formations in the magic palace, and someone wanted to find some way out for dead ghosts, so they came up with this idea. This kind of token must be distributed in the magic way now.
"Baby, why don't you go and add spirit stones to our house?" Mo Tianliao asked Qingtong with a smile. Ever since he knew that Qingtong had tried to protect his magic palace, Mo Tianliao felt that there was nothing to worry about until A few days ago, Mr. Cat mentioned that the Lingshi of the Mountain Protection Array was almost finished, and he knew that Qingtong had never set foot in the Forged Heaven Demon Palace in all these years.
"I don't recognize the way." Qingtong lowered his eyes and said coldly.
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, all the restraining organs in the magic palace were open to Mo Xiaopaw. Back then, although Mr. Cat could run around, he was too squeamish. As for never walking alone in the magic palace.
"You won't go home if I don't hold it?" Mo Tianliao had a smile in his eyes. Even if he didn't recognize the way, he could go in and have a look. The restrictions on the left and right would not hurt him.
Qingtong didn't speak, leaned on the tiger's cushion and closed his eyes: "The enchantment can't be entered without a token, you go grab a piece."
While speaking, a servant from the Floating Cloud Sect came with the jade slip that had been drawn by lot.
Mo Tianliao picked one at random, and the waiter immediately said: "This is the lottery of the Yuanying cultivator, you should pick this one."
There were two kinds of jade slips in the tray, yellow and white. The yellow one belonged to the Jindan cultivator, the white one belonged to the Yuanying cultivator, and Mo Tianliao was holding a white one.
"If you want to compete with Nascent Soul, you can't do anything." Qingtong opened his eyes and looked at him. With Mo Tianliao's method, it was still possible to defeat a Nascent Soul in the early stage, but it was more difficult to win.
Mo Tianliao put down the white jade slip without hesitation, and smoked another yellow one. If he can easily win the token, why does he need to work so hard, it is serious to get a ranking and come back to accompany his cat.
The martial arts field is huge, divided into 18 areas, as long as you win one game, you can enter the second day of the competition.
Mo Tianliao was the second one. It was in an area far away from Wo Yunzong. After the gong and drum sounded three times, it slowly landed on the martial arts field.
"It's super cold in Qingyunzong." A man in a robe of Qingyunzong stood opposite, who was also in the middle stage of Jindan, and bowed his hands to him.
Mo Tianliao remembered that Qingyunzong's generation was from the "super" generation, and raised his hand in return: "Mo Tianliao of Woyunzong."
As soon as he finished speaking, a water dragon rushed over, Mo Tianliao did not dodge, raised his hand and waved a big tree with a dense canopy.
The huge impact force of the "click" broke the thick tree, and the water that had reduced its strength quickly drowned Mo Tianliao and watered him thoroughly. Mo Tianliao shot in the water and waved a few wooden thorns. Aquatic wood, the sharp wooden thorns are like broken bamboo in the water, and quickly rush towards the opponent in the shape of a word.
Chao Leng saw that the person on the opposite side didn't have time to dodge, because he took the lead, and before the clinker was used up, three wooden thorns with spiritual power rushed out of the water and attacked him directly. The wooden thorn followed the spiritual power in the water and traveled very fast, and with a super cold shock, he immediately shot and turned the water in front of him into ice.
Mo Tianliao burst out of the water, holding a tortoiseshell-colored long sword, and stabbed straight at the ice. Super cold and contemptuous smile, the ice is thick, how can the three-foot-long sword be able to break through.
When the long sword touched the ice surface, it instantly turned into a spear, piercing the ice wall effortlessly.
Surprised by the super cold, he quickly abandoned the ice wall and wanted to take advantage of the spear trapped in the ice. Roots of vines attacked him overwhelmingly.
With the accomplishments of the Jindan cultivator, every time he makes a move, he must pause for a moment, so he will use such a pass when it is super cold. Who knows that there is no excess between the moves and the moves, and one move after another makes people overwhelmed. , there is no room to fight back.
Super Leng did not dare to be careless, he sacrificed his own spiritual treasure, a blue machete, to cut off the vines in front of him, and at the same time sacrificed countless ice picks and shot at Mo Tianliao.
Mo Tianliao held one end of the vine, and the raging fire rushed directly along the vine. Not only did it get super cold, but it also burned the ice pick.
"Ah—" Chao Leng saw that he had been using wood-type moves. I thought this person was a wood-type cultivator, but I didn't expect it to be a wood-fire dual-spiritual root. I was caught off guard and hurriedly called water to put out the fire. At that time, Mo Tianliao had already rushed over and kicked him off the Yanwu stage.
"Acceptance." Mo Tianliao raised his hand, gave a casual salute, and stepped back to Wo Yunzong's stage with the flying sword.
Lying on the ground super cold, he hasn't recovered his mind for a long time, look at the others, the competition has just started, and he has already lost
For Mo Tianliao, the ordinary Jindan cultivator was extremely easy to solve. For three consecutive days, he won without any suspense. He quickly entered the top 20 and got the token first.
Ding Ziyu over there watched Mo Tianliao easily win game by game, and became more and more panicked.
After getting the token, the top 20 can still compete, and there are other prizes, but Mo Tianliao does not plan to participate. Ding Ziyu touched the wrist guard on his wrist, raised his foot and walked towards the high platform of Wo Yunzong. No matter if this person is Venerable Calvin, he must get rid of him as soon as possible!