World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo looked at Senior Brother Wei Sheng in surprise.

The clothes on the senior brother's body were torn into strands of cloth, and his whole body was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a menacing aura. This made Zuo Mo feel very strange, but a word suddenly appeared in his mind - Sword Intent!

Zuo Mo suddenly realized: "Congratulations, brother!"

Wei Sheng smiled when he heard this, and the sword intent surrounding his body seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, and suddenly stirred up. The tiny gravels on the ground were bounced off one after another, and the dust flew all over the place. In just a moment, a shallow pit was cut under his feet by the invisible sword intent.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, my cultivation base is limited, and I can't send and receive freely."

"Brother, do you want dragon grass?" Zuo Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. He was very curious when he saw the person who was about to build the foundation for the first time.

"Thank you, Junior Brother." Wei Sheng moved helplessly, the pit under his feet was almost knee-deep.

Knowing that Wei Sheng had reached a critical juncture, Zuo Mo didn't talk nonsense: "Brother, please follow me." After speaking, he let go of his feet and ran towards Lengwu Valley first.

There was a continuous chirping sound from behind, where Senior Brother Wei Sheng passed, there were fine and criss-crossed cut marks on the ground, and small stones were bounced away one after another.

The two quickly ran out of the cold mist valley, Zuo Mo said: "Senior brother, please wait a moment." Then he got into the thick fog, and turned back after a while, holding the fiery red dragon grass in his hand. Carefully placing the dragon grass on the ground, he quickly jumped aside.

The destructive power of the shattered sword intents surrounded by the senior brother made his heart skip a beat when he saw them along the way.

Wei Sheng leaned over to pick up the dragon grass, only to see that the dragon grass looked like a ball of flame, and its color was more vivid than before.

Wei Sheng's face showed joy, his expression was serious, and he bowed to Zuo Mo: "Thank you, Junior Brother!"

After finishing speaking, Senior Brother Wei Sheng left in a hurry.

Zuo Mo stared blankly at the disappearing back of senior brother Wei Sheng. The first time he saw the appearance of a cultivator who was about to establish a foundation, it was completely different from what he had imagined. I wonder if Senior Sister Li Yingfeng was in the same situation when she established her foundation?

Establishing a foundation is known as the first level for a cultivator, and it is really extraordinary!

He's been in a trance all day, and the scene of Wei Sheng's sword spirit escaping today has brought him a huge shock. And it has been a long time since I heard the voice that announced the success of Senior Sister Li Yingfeng's foundation establishment last time.

Will it fail? He was full of worries, the dragon grass itself was like a strong poison, if he was not careful, his spiritual power would collapse, not to mention, what Senior Brother Wei Sheng took was a third-grade dragon grass!

Senior brother Wei Sheng had only met him twice, but he was sincerely admired by this senior brother who was as firm as iron and persevering. Before this, he always felt that he was a very hardworking person, but compared with his senior brother, his contribution was nothing worth mentioning.

In the middle of the night, Zuo Mo sat on the roof, absently listening to the sound played by Yingui, but his worries grew even stronger.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly rose from somewhere in the mountain, piercing the sky!

Zheng!

Like a sword out of its sheath, iron and stone intersect, resounding through Wukong Mountain!

With such a loud commotion, the other disciples woke up one after another, and ran out one by one, looking up in surprise at the sword-like light piercing the sky.

On the roof, Zuo Mo's expression was also dull. I was overjoyed and surprised in my heart, and the joy was that this aura belonged to Senior Brother Wei Sheng! What surprised him was that this sword-like light brought him a great sense of oppression!

He couldn't help but think of the snow-white sword intent that cut his sea of ​​consciousness. The two are quite similar in shape, but they are not as vast, fierce and cold as the snow-white sword intent, but the brother's sword intent has a thick and solid flavor.

Zuo Mo's understanding of swords was pitiful, but suddenly, he decided that this was his brother's sword intent. He stared blankly at the sword light piercing directly into Yunxiao, both happy and envious.

Senior sister Li Yingfeng didn't make much noise when she established the foundation, but senior brother established the foundation with great momentum, it's really amazing!

With such a vision, not only Wukong Mountain was alarmed, but also the surrounding sects were all alarmed by this strange scene,

I saw countless meteor-like sword lights heading straight towards this side.

No one noticed that in the sky, at some time, the head of the sect and several uncles were already waiting by the side.

"I'm going to be great!" Third Uncle Yan Le's voice trembled. There was no longer the usual smile on his face, but a bit of crying instead.

The head of the sect, Pei Yuanran, couldn't help it, so he knelt down towards the east in the sky, his voice choked up, and he kowtowed three times: "Unworthy disciple, thank you all the ancestors of our sect for their blessings! May the fire of our sect continue to be passed down!"

He raised his head, tears were running down his face.

Yan Le and Xin Yan also knelt down together and kowtowed to the east three times!

The three of them got up, all of them glowed red, as if they were drunk. Even Xin Yan, who is usually the most stern, couldn't help but blush on his face at this moment.

"It's a pity that the fourth junior sister has not returned from her travels. Otherwise, I don't know how gratified I would be to see this scene." Pei Yuanran's expression returned to normal, and he said with emotion.

Yan Le deeply felt the same: "I can see this scene, and I will die without regret."

Pei Yuanran scolded: "Junior brother, how can you talk nonsense, our school is in sight, we need to do our best to cultivate Wei Sheng, so that we can live up to the expectations of our ancestors."

Yan Le nodded again and again: "Senior brother's words are reasonable." He suddenly turned his face, frowned, and said with some displeasure: "There are quite a few guests tonight!"

A cold light flickered in Pei Yuanran's eyes, and he said in a calm tone, "However, tonight is not the time for entertaining, Second Junior Brother, don't let them disturb Wei Sheng."

"Okay!" Xin Yan, who had calmed down, was as cold as a stone, and the short word was full of cold air.

Whether it was a cultivator flying towards Wukong Mountain, or an outer disciple who was looking up, he felt suddenly white in front of his eyes! Before they had time to react, a mighty terrifying sword intent with a destructive aura enveloped their heads!

Everyone was horrified, and they couldn't help but retreated quickly.

I saw a huge snow-white Chilong, its body occupying half of the sky moved freely and flexibly in the night sky, its ice crystal eyes looked down upon it proudly. The cold and fierce breath can be clearly felt from a distance.

It was only now that everyone remembered that Wukong Sword Sect has four Golden Core cultivators!

"But "Ice Chi Sword"?" An old voice came from afar.

Xin Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and said coldly, "I'm going to Xin Yan."

On Wukong Mountain, all the outer disciples looked up in amazement. It turns out that Master Xin Yan, who is usually cold-faced, has such a big name.

The man in the distance didn't speak.

"It's too late today, and it's the time when the young apprentice is building the foundation. It's really inconvenient to entertain everyone. If it disturbs everyone's elegance, please forgive me. Why don't you come again some other day, and we will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you." Pei Yuanran's voice full of faint majesty can be heard from far and near.

"I didn't expect Dongfu to have such a master of "Bingchi Sword". I'm so rude! The Wukong Sword Sect's great success is just around the corner. Pindao Tiansongzi congratulates everyone first. It's inconvenient today, so I will trouble you tomorrow!" The voice was so loud that it was inaudible.

The cultivators around were taken aback, they didn't expect that the person who came was Tiansongzi. Tiansongzi is definitely well-known throughout Dongfu. He is a descendant of Dongfu Immortal, and he is also the actual person in charge of Dongfu today.

Even Pei Yuanran was shocked, he didn't expect that the movement here would startle Tiansongzi. The reputation of Tiansong Nuts is extremely high in Dongfu, and it is rumored that its cultivation is astonishing.

However, he is the leader of the faction after all, so he held his breath very calmly, and raised his voice: "Brother Daoist!"

Those cultivators who originally wanted to find out saw this, and scattered away wisely. People who even treat pine nuts with courtesy, how dare they make mistakes. The wise people realized that the status of Wukong Sword Sect in Dongfu is bound to rise with the tide.

Most of them know the news about the four Golden Core practitioners in Wukong Sword Sect. But Wukong Jianmen seldom communicates with outsiders. Except for Yan Le, who is in charge of the management, these four people know more people, and the other three basically never step out of the mountain gate.

Interested people have already planned to inquire about the rumors about "Bingchi Sword". It is really puzzling that such a master is unknown in a small mountain.

Zuo Mo didn't hear the words between the head and Tiansongzi, he just stared blankly at the snow-white chilong that was swimming in the sky.

Just as he directly concluded that the sword light piercing Yunxiao was caused by Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he also recognized the snow-white chilong walking in the sky as the sword intent in his sea of ​​consciousness. In terms of appearance, there is a clear difference between the two, but for some reason, he is very sure that there is no essential difference between this chilong and the snow-white sword intent he has seen twice.

He couldn't help but suddenly realized that it was the masters and uncles that night!

This result made his heart skip a beat.

Suddenly he remembered that the culprit was still in his sea of ​​consciousness! This thought immediately made his heart beat wildly.

If the headmaster and the others knew, Pu would be in his sea of ​​consciousness...

He couldn't help shivering, his teeth chattering slightly.

He looked at the snow chinch walking in the sky again, feeling chills in his heart. He always had the illusion that this snow chinch might find Pu Yao at any time, and it would rush down without hesitation and tear itself to pieces!

This feeling became more and more intense, and he even felt that the huge dragon seemed to be watching him all the time.

He lost his soul, he didn't care about other things, he almost rolled down the roof and retreated into the room.

When he returned to the quiet room, he was in shock.

After a while, the heartbeat slowly calmed down, but the tongue was still dry for a while.

Damn Pu Yao! Zuo Mo couldn't help cursing again in his heart.

He suddenly thought that Pu Yao could come out by himself, and this thought immediately horrified him. That crazy guy Pu Yao, don't make a fuss at this time!

He quickly sat down, forced himself to meditate, and let his mind enter his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness seems to be raging with a violent wind, and the crimson flames are flying wildly, like a group of coquettish snake girls twisting their thrilling waists. Pu didn't sit on the tombstone as usual, but stood in front of the tombstone, like a gun, his black clothes as smooth as satin rattled, black hair fluttering in front of his forehead, still covering his left eye.

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