The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

"Master Qingtong, long time no see." Yun Song said with a cold face.

Qingtong acted as if he hadn't heard of it, took a sip of the white jade cup Yanlie handed over, and then slowly put it down again, then glanced at Yun Song, but had no intention of responding.

Yun Song's face was livid with anger.

"Just now, the real person has already accepted the challenge. Since that's the case, I'll ask for advice on what kind of genius can go from a mortal body to a foundation within a year." Chao Jun took a step forward and stared at Mo Tianliao coldly.Think of him as a genius with a heavenly spiritual root, who worked hard day and night to build a foundation in the tenth year.

"This fellow Taoist misunderstood. When I first started, I was already at the ninth level of Qi training." Mo Tianliao said with a smile. The immortal sect accepts disciples, regardless of whether they have a foundation or not. I have been wandering alone for a long time, and I also want to find a fairy gate to take shelter.

It turned out to be Ye Luzi's background. Hearing this, Chaojun couldn't help but raise his chin even higher: "So, I will ask for advice."

"Wait a minute." Mo Tianliao raised his hand to stop the person who was about to rush over.

Chaojun showed a contemptuous smile, he finally knew he was afraid, right?

"The hall is narrow, I'm afraid it will disturb my master's tea, let's go outside." Mo Tianliao raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, one only wanted to save face, the other was thinking about his own master, cultivation of mind, Compete with each other.

In front of the Woyun Hall, there is an open space paved with solid adamantine, which is specially used to deal with this sudden "discussion".

Everyone went out, Master Tianlang stroked his beard, and transmitted a voice transmission to Yan Lie: "Why did Qingyunzong know that Qingtong has taken in a double spirit root, go and find out."

Yan Lie nodded in response, he had naturally noticed this, and he had to find out as soon as possible.

The two fighters stood at both ends of the open space, and the rest surrounded them.

Chaojun is an earth-type heavenly spirit root, and his spiritual power is running, and a layer of yellow sand is rolled up all over his body: "I am a small realm higher than you, so I will let you do three tricks."

Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, this is common in the orthodox way, when encountering a contest with unequal realms, the ones with higher realms will make a few moves: "That's the case..." The second half of the sentence was not spoken at all, Mo Tianliao had already shot.

Three wooden thorns sandwiched the flames, and shot directly at Chaojun's facade in the shape of a character.

His pupils shrank, and Chaojun hurriedly built an earthen wall for defense, but he didn't want the wooden thorns to pierce into the earthen wall, quickly take root and turn into ivy, splitting into two, splitting into four, endlessly growing, occupying the entire area in an instant. The earth wall, the defense immediately collapsed.When the earthen wall collapsed, Mo Tianliao, who had leapt forward, was revealed.

Chaojun was taken aback, and immediately took out a pair of non-gold and non-jade cymbals, and patted Mo Tianliao.

With a "boom", the two cymbals hit each other, and huge yellow sand rose into the sky.Mo Tianliao waved his hand and attracted countless dead leaves, which stood firmly in front of him.

"Yo, didn't you say to give up three moves? How did you make it with only two moves?" Zi Mo shouted loudly from the sidelines.

Chaojun didn't expect that a person who had just established his foundation could change his moves so quickly, which really made him unable to do anything in time. If he didn't move, he would only be suppressed and beaten.Using spiritual power in the palm of your hand, hit the cymbal again.

Mo Tianliao flicked his fingers, and a black ball instantly bounced into the middle of the cymbal, but with a muffled "buzz", the ball was crushed by the treasure, the space circle inside burst, and the oil in the two water tanks splashed away instantly. Come, scattered with the long yellow sand.

A tiny fire snake jumped over in an instant, and the oily yellow sand instantly turned into a huge fire dragon, surrounding Chaojun in the center of the sand.

Chaojun stomped his feet, and the one-foot-high earthen wall wrapped him tightly on all sides.Fire can harden the soil, as long as the earth wall is still there, the fire cannot burn him.

The Wo Yunzong disciples who were watching couldn't help but feel a little worried. This man was huddled inside. Mo Tianliao had just built his foundation, and he would be in danger after his spiritual power was exhausted in a while.

Mo Tianliao was not in a hurry, he took out a wooden spike, lit it, turned around, and threw it in from the top of the earthen wall without haste.

Chaojun naturally noticed it, and hurriedly raised his hands to build a wall to seal the top, but what he built in a hurry could not resist the sinking wood with spiritual power at all.This wooden thorn can penetrate rocks!

"Ah——" The earthen wall collapsed instantly, and the clothes were just stained with oil, and when they met the fire in the wood, they immediately burst into flames.

Chaojun immediately attracted countless yellow sands to bury himself, and barely extinguished the fire.Mo Tianliao squinted his eyes, and took out a wooden sword, which was stained with fire in the wood, and the vine body slashed towards the pile of sand.

"Shu Zi dare you!" Elder Yun Song couldn't sit still when he saw that he had made a killing move. He jumped up and slapped Mo Tianliao with his palm.

No matter how capable Mo Tianliao was, it was impossible for him to use his foundation building cultivation to catch the powerful palm of the transformation god stage, and the hairs on his back suddenly stood on end.

At the very moment, there was a loud "Boom!", and a hand that was as white as jade met the fatal palm firmly, and the huge fluctuation of spiritual power directly lifted Mo Tianliao up.

Meng Hu jumped into the air, grabbed Mo Tianliao by the collar, and took him down firmly.

And the two people over there have already fought.

Suzerain Master Tianlang Immediately raised his hand, built a defense, and enveloped all Wo Yunzong's people.Just kidding, a fight between two people in the transformation stage can destroy the entire Wotian Cave!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people from Qingyunzong over there immediately hid in the defense of Woyunzong, even Chaojun who just got up from the yellow sand was no exception.It's just that his trousers were burned through, so he had to cover his back with his hands and ran over jumping up and down.

Mo Tianliao didn't have the heart to laugh at this person, and frowned as he watched the fight over there.

Countless giant vines soared into the sky, and Elder Yunsong's wood-type magic was very powerful. The giant vines turned into ten, and ten turned into hundreds. It was the same as Mo Tianliao's move just now, but it was hundreds of times stronger.Thousands of giant vines with thorns at the top rushed straight towards Qingtong.

Dressed in white clothes, she looked fragile in the black vine waves. Qingtong stomped her feet lightly, and the white frost spread from the soles of her feet. With a flick of her fingers, all the vines were frozen, without any waste, and each piece was precisely frozen. One, not even a single extra ice edge.

The people of Qing Yunzong gasped when they saw it, what a precise spell it took to do it.

Qingtong didn't cast any more spells, but raised his hand, and a huge empty palm hit the frozen brittle rattan, all of them shattered with a "crash".

Yun Song immediately mobilized his spell, and countless wooden thorns hung in the air, like a huge nail board, and rushed towards Qingtong with his head full.

Because it is necessary to control every wooden 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 resort to defense, but Qingtong snorted coldly, opened his hands, and countless ice picks appeared in front of him, facing them all.

"Boom—" Sawdust and ice chips flew all over the sky, and the beauty in white turned around, rushed over among the countless debris, smashed Yun Song's defense with a punch, and smashed directly on his eye socket.

Yun Song was immediately stunned!What kind of play is this?

Qing Tong had no intention of explaining, so he grabbed him and beat him up severely, and at the end, he said "Show face!" and floated away gracefully.

Everyone looked at Yun Song whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and then at Chao Jun who was holding his buttocks, and they couldn't react for a while.By the way, this is a competition between high-ranking monks, right?

Mo Tianliao looked at the white streamer that was shooting straight towards Woqingdong, frowned, and explained to the senior brother, and chased after the master's figure.Leaving a group of awkward people staring at each other.

After entering Dewoqing Cave, he didn't care about the rules of not flying with a sword in the cave, so Mo Tianliao hurriedly chased him to Qingning Palace.

When Qingtong walked into the hall, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell forward when it was dark, and was caught by Mo Tianliao who just rushed in.

The face of the person in his arms was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and his black hair quickly turned into the color of snow.Mo Tianliao frowned tightly, raised his hand and picked him up horizontally, and walked quickly into the inner hall.

In the inner hall, it was still as quiet as before.

Gently put the person in his arms on the bed, Mo Tianliao sat down beside the bed, pressed two fingers on the cold white wrist, lowered his eyes and waited for a moment, opened his eyes, and quietly looked at the unconscious person .Fortunately, he didn't suffer any injuries, probably because his spirit was consumed too much, the already damaged spirit...

I don't know how long it took before Mo Tianliao slowly stretched out his hand and took hold of the jade-like left hand. Little by little, as if treating a rare treasure, he opened the wide plain sleeve.A bracelet inlaid with strange gemstones and shining with faint blue light was tightly clasped around the wrist.

Mo Tianliao closed his eyes, covered his sleeves little by little, leaned over, and pulled the sleeping man into his arms.

The warm power enveloping the soul, the sleepy Mo Xiaozhao, the master whose soul was damaged... I just felt that the apex of my heart was about to be unbearable, and Mo Tianliao slowly approached, gently, gently, there A kiss was printed on the smooth forehead: "Little Claw is not afraid, I am here, go to sleep."