World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo cursed loudly like a violent storm, Pu Yao was completely confused.

"It's not bad stuff..." The confused Pu Yao wanted to explain.

"What is it if it's not crap?" Zuo Mo's eyes widened.

Realizing that he was overwhelmed by Zuo Mo's momentum, Pu Yao suddenly became a little angry. He narrowed his right eye, revealing a flash of red like a long and narrow blood knife, and said in a cold voice: "Well, what do you want to say?"

Zuo Mo couldn't help but suffocated, and when he touched Pu Yao's cold and demonic gaze, he immediately shrank back: "I...I mean...you have to give me...something without side effects..."

"I am a demon." Pu Yao said calmly: "The path I know how to walk is different from that of you cultivators. It has some side effects, which is normal."

Pu Yao's meaning was very clear. He could not be blamed for side effects, and he also made it clear that the things given to him in the future would still have side effects.

Once Pu Yao decided to be unreasonable, Zuo Mo would have nothing to do. There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and the right to speak is naturally unequal.

Zuo Mo had no choice but to remain silent.

Pu Yao's eyes became more and more unkind, Zuo Mo had to bite the bullet, knowing that if he backed down every time, his right to speak would become less and less, and his end would become more and more miserable. Rights must be earned, and even if you take certain risks for them, there is nothing you can do about it.

Faced with Zuo Mo's stubborn silence, Pu Yao also had a headache.

If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. Zuo Mo, a guy who only has crystal eyes, is becoming more and more shrewd. It is impossible to trick him like before.

But your own time...

When he thought of this, Pu Yao felt extremely upset. Looking at the guy in front of him who was causing trouble for him, he wanted to smash Zuo Mo to pieces. But he still suppressed his impulse. He had a bad temper, but he was not stupid.

"It's not surprising that the mental methods of demons can cause problems for humans to practice." The fierce light in Pu Yao's eyes gradually faded, and his tone returned to his usual calmness: "But I have some mental methods of cultivators on hand. The rewards are all replaced by these techniques, so if there are any side effects, you can’t blame me.”

Zuo Mo was overjoyed, but he still corrected him: "It's a transaction!" Transaction and reward are two completely different things. Transaction is his reasonable income, but if it is a reward, it changes the flavor.

"It's up to you." Pu Yao looked indifferent, but secretly had a headache in his heart. Zuo Mo was becoming more and more difficult to deal with now.

"However, you need to speed up!" Pu Yao's tone became quite dissatisfied: "The speed at which you earn crystal stones is too slow. I need more crystal stones!"

"I'm just a cultivator in the foundation building stage." Zuo Mo had to emphasize the fact.

Pu Yao was choked by Zuo Mo's words. He knew that Zuo Mo had always been worried about his inability to improve his cultivation level. And what Zuo Mo said is true. Among the cultivators in the foundation building stage, there are few who are better at earning crystal stones than him.

Pu Yao had no good solution for this guy who was keen on earning crystals but was very stubborn at heart. If it were another person, to be honest, Pu Yao didn't think he would do better than Zuo Mo. This guy was a natural at earning crystal stones. Pu Yao found that Zuo Mo was extremely sensitive to all factors related to him. He knew when to fight for it without angering the other party. He knew how to choose. He was really a smart guy.

Well, even among demons, there are not many smart guys like this.

The potential shown by Zuo Mo gradually changed Pu Yao's attitude. He suddenly thought that someone had picked Zuo Mo from the beginning, and he felt very bad, as if he had eaten a fly.

With a cold snort, he disappeared.

Zuo Mo was not surprised that Pu Yao suddenly disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Every negotiation with Pu Yao was very dangerous. Pu Yao will be quite normal most of the time, but his temper is moody, and if he is not careful, his end will often be miserable.

Fortunately, the result this time was good and he was quite satisfied.

However, he does not need to consider the issue of earning crystal stones for the time being, because he is broke and penniless. And before him, there was still the final round of sword trials.

He is determined to get the jade slip that is the entrance to the Kunlun Talisman Array. Although there is a guarantee of success,

But Zuo Mo was still worried. There were as many as 100 cultivators in the final round, but only ten were selected. One can imagine how cruel it was. Although Su's strength is high, if he can protect himself, there will be no problem, but if he adds one of his own, it will be difficult to say.

It's better to be on your own.

He already had a rough plan in mind. When he thought of this plan, he was filled with excitement and anticipation!

But now, he had to suppress his excitement, put the plan aside, and face a more direct problem: healing.

The last time he competed with Chao An, he was weak against the strong. Although he won in the end, he still suffered serious injuries. After the master's emergency treatment, he finally recovered, and Zuo Mo originally decided to take his time to recuperate. Who would have thought that the master would suddenly ask him to participate in the last round of the irregular sword test, and now that the jade slip was added as a reason, he had to face the issue of healing.

His own cultivation level is much lower than others. If his body has not recovered, even if Yousu is there to help, he will definitely not be able to survive until the end.

Of course, the most important thing is that the cost of treatment does not require him to pay for crystals...

In Hengfangyuan, Shi Fengrong stood in front of the medicine bucket with a cold face. Zuo Mo's whole body was soaked in the liquid, with only his head exposed.

The dark liquid emitted an unpleasant smell, and Zuo Mo was naturally dizzy when he was in it: "Master, what is in this? Why does it smell so bad?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Shi Fengrong said angrily: "Use your spiritual power well." As soon as she saw Zuo Mo, an unknown evil fire surged up in her heart, and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she tried. With such a good talent, he doesn't like practicing swordsmanship, he only likes earning crystal stones! Why did he accept such a philistine and greedy disciple?

Zuo Mo heard the deep dissatisfaction in his master's tone and immediately became more honest.

In fact, he could feel the power of this bucket of medicinal liquid. The lively and powerful medicinal power was like countless small insects burrowing into his body. But this process was not so beautiful. Zuo Mo felt like his whole body was being pricked by countless needles.

When he heard his master asking him to use his spiritual power, he was slightly startled. Should he be running "Fetal Breath Refining God" or "King Kong's Micro Words"? Thoughts swirled around in his mind, and he decided to run "King Kong's Weird Words". The origin of "Fetal Breath Refining God" is unknown, and it would be bad for the master to find out. He was not afraid of "The Little Words of King Kong", it was given to him by Uncle Xin Yan. Although the "King Kong Wei Yuan" he is practicing now is the tombstone version, the difference between the two is only five sentences.

As soon as he ran "King Kong's Weird Words", Zuo Mo immediately felt a completely different feeling than usual.

The power of the medicine, which was drilled randomly as small as needles, was like being attracted by a magnet, turning into dozens of small streams, which penetrated through the large holes in Zuo Mo's body and quickly transformed into the spiritual power of the meridians.

In a short period of time, Zuo Mo felt that his meridians were congested and he was shocked. He had never encountered such a situation before.

Be good!

What kind of liquid is this? What a powerful medicine!

Zuo Mo couldn't care about anything else at this time, and was running the "Vajra Quiet Words" desperately, trying his best to disperse the excess medicinal power in the meridians into the flesh, muscles and bones of the whole body. The power of the medicine spread throughout the body, constantly repairing the damaged areas of Zuo Mo's body, just like a heavy rain moistening the dry earth. Those damaged parts greedily absorbed the power of the medicine.

Outside the medicine bucket, Shi Fengrong showed concern, and Zuo Mo's entire face turned dark gold, like cast gold. At some point, Pei Yuanran, Xin Yan and Yan Le also appeared beside her.

"This kid is really powerful." Yan Le said in surprise: "Is he so strong in physical training? Isn't this to the point where he has a physical body and golden clothes?"

Xin Yan snorted coldly: "I just don't like practicing swordsmanship!"

The expressions on the other people's faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

If Zuo Mo's cultivation talent was mediocre, a few people wouldn't be so upset. But he obviously has excellent talent in cultivation, and he makes rapid progress in whatever he cultivates. Even the "King Kong Wei Yin" that was thrown to him casually, he actually practiced it to the point of physical body and golden clothing without saying a word, but he seemed to have no interest in practicing swordsmanship in his own way. There are so many powerful sword techniques open to the door, but this guy didn't even look at them except for a few glances at the beginning.

How can Pei Yuanran and the others enjoy themselves?

"I insist on letting him participate in the next round of sword trials, just to let him see the true power of sword cultivation." Even though Pei Yuanran has a profound skill in cultivating Qi, Zuo Mo was furious to death: "I have already told Wei Sheng, when the time comes Let him try the sword. Hum, let him see what sword cultivator is and why sword cultivator is the most powerful cultivator!"

"That's right! Our disciples are not interested in our sect's secrets. Not to mention spreading the word, even if all the ancestors know about it, we will be embarrassed!" Yan Le, who was usually cheerful, also had an angry look on his face at this time.

"Intolerable!" Xin Yan looked murderous.

Shi Fengrong, who had a concerned look on his face, couldn't hold back and said with great dissatisfaction: "This guy lacks education!"

Zuo Mo's bad behavior made the entire Wukong Sword Sect's senior management share the same hatred and hatred as never before.

Zuo Mo, who was concentrating on running his spiritual power, was completely oblivious to himself. He was completely unaware of anything going on outside. All his consciousness and spiritual power were mobilized. This time, the master threw some magical herbs into the medicine bucket. The medicine was so powerful that he felt like he was about to be overwhelmed by the swarming power of the medicine!

The speed at which he channels the power of the medicine is much slower than the speed at which they penetrate.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that as long as he survived this period, the harvest this time would be huge. He is familiar with refining medicine and knows very well that the potency contained in the elixir is limited after all. As long as he holds on, he can slowly refine the medicinal power he inhales into his body. The power of the medicine penetrated into his body and quickly turned into bits of golden light, blending into his muscles. Now his muscles were all gleaming with golden light, and the golden light that was like fine sand became more and more fine.

But the speed at which the golden light increases is far less than the speed at which the medicinal power increases.

What made Zuo Mo even more panicked was that the medicine showed no signs of exhaustion and was still as powerful and ferocious as ever!

The power of the medicine rushed into his body like a flood.

His meridians were filled, but the medicinal power continued to flow in uncontrollably, causing the meridians to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What made Zuo Mo even more panicked was that he couldn't stop!

The surging spiritual power and medicinal power are mixed together, like a wild horse that has escaped the reins and cannot be pulled back no matter how hard it is!

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