Jiuhua Xianzong

After about half a day, the real energy in the dantian was full again, and he was about to continue practicing the fire training technique, but he suddenly had another thought, the fire training consciousness, although it is condensed, but it loses its strength, if it is polished with water again How will it be?

After all, it was the beginning of cultivation, not afraid of making mistakes, so Mo Bule began to comprehend the magic formula of water refining magic again. Because it fits with his own spiritual roots, it was very easy to comprehend, and it was faster than the fire training magic. It was a good judgment that the water carving technique was the most suitable technique for his spiritual consciousness cultivation.

But when he was actually practicing, he found that the water mill was really slow. Fortunately, Mo Bule had cultivated a trace of spiritual consciousness, which saved him a lot of water grinding time, and he could just wash away this trace of spiritual consciousness with water aura.

The nascent consciousness instinctively resists, because its body contains the fire nature, water and fire do not mix, fire poison is certainly powerful, but the water aura is superior in quantity, it pulls and pulls twice, you push and I refuse, just like flowing water. A large amount of sand was wrapped in it, which greatly improved the efficiency of the water mill. Of course, the pain was not enough for outsiders. It was really like Ling Chi. Except for Mo Bule, I am afraid that no one in the Ming Realm can bear it anymore down.

When his true energy was exhausted again, this trace of spiritual consciousness had been polished. Although it looked half thinner than before, it no longer felt weak. It not only became more concise, but also full of tenacity, as if No matter how much you toss, it won't break.

It was a surprise, it was a surprise, Mo Bule never imagined that after fire forging, supplemented by water grinding, the effect of cultivation would be so good, a million contribution is worth it!

I don't know how long I have been practicing, until Li Zhi told him that Mingjing had woken up through two dragon spirits, Mo Bule reluctantly walked out of the Raging Fire Tower, and only after asking did he find out that three days had passed.

"Why is it shorter than when he comprehended the second sword intent?"

He muttered depressingly, and then Mo Bule was still happy for Mingjing. No matter how much he could comprehend the true meaning of the way of the sword, these three days were undoubtedly a big step forward for Mingjing, and it was worth celebrating.

When Mo Bule rushed to test Tianlei, Mingjing was no longer there, so he rushed to Chuyunjian again, but the gate of Yezhaoting was closed tightly, and Liu Yi, the boy who served the sword, stood guard in front of the gate and was facing a circle of children. The sword cultivators of Luoxia Palace who rushed over explained: "Senior brother Ming has just realized the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship, and he still needs to retreat for a period of time..."

Mo Bule heard it before he got close, curled his lips, turned his head and left, and returned to the front of the test day. At this time, the disciples of the Immortal Sect and those who watched the competition gathered one after another, waiting for Liu Zhengdao Announce the re-opening of the test day.

"Why haven't all the real people arrived yet?"

A voice came from his own side, and Mo Bule turned his head to look, but it was a few Xianzong disciples whispering, he quickly looked up, and sure enough, the sky above the Tiantian Temple was dark, Bu Liantai did not float over, so naturally the real people also None came.

"I heard that I went to the Tianting Pavilion for a drink. It's been three days, why haven't I had enough?" Another person responded softly.

What kind of wine hasn't been released for three days, is this the rhythm of getting drunk to death?

The first disciple, His Highness, and the disciples were all silent. Obviously, they realized that real people in the Tiantian Pavilion were not just drinking.

"It should be discussing about the coming of the Heavenly Demon..."

Xie Buyan slowly flew to Mo Bule's side, his expression slightly gloomy.

Mo Bule looked at him, and comforted him: "Real people have reached the sky, and they will definitely be able to rescue Senior Pei."

Thank you without saying a word, and remain silent.If he could be saved, the Heavenly Demon would not have escaped in the first place. If he could be saved, Master Pei would not be so infatuated that he would be possessed by the Heavenly Demon.

"The test day ring is reopened, those who want to climb the ring, come forward!"

Liu Zhengdao's voice echoed in the sky of Tianchao, suppressing all the discussions in an instant, and after a while, a person jumped out from among the spectators and said: "I'm Shi Heng, a casual cultivator, who wants to go to the immortal Sect disciples ask for advice, and I hope all the gods will not hesitate to give you advice!"

There were a few sneers among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and then one of them floated up to the ring, and said darkly: "Chen Ying, the gate of hell, is willing to share what I have learned with my brother."

Shi Heng is at the high stage of Golden Core, and Chen Ying is also at the high stage of Golden Core. Purely in terms of cultivation, they are evenly matched.

"The guys at the gate of ghosts all have this kind of virtue."

Lu Yunhai muttered softly, but naturally he couldn't hide it from the eyes and ears of Guizi Jiuming, so he glanced over coldly.

"Our ghost cultivators, with their natural qualities, are better than those who manipulate puppets to deceive the heavens."

The counterattack was very sharp. Most of the disciples of Guimenguan were originally ghost cultivators. They had no yang energy in their bodies, and they were naturally all gloomy and pale. However, the people in Baiyujing were good at the art of making puppets. The ghost cultivator is not ashamed.In a word, Bai Yujing's disciples can't get used to Guixiu's lack of popularity, which is worse than a puppet's virtue, while Guimenguan disciples can't understand Bai Yujing's appearance of using a puppet to make way for him when things happen, and hiding behind him fearful of death. The entanglement between the two immortal sects is basically due to the inability to see each other. Besides, Bai Yujing is high above the sky, and the gate of ghosts is hidden deep under the nine secluded worlds, so there is no grievance. to speak of.

Amidst the quarrel between the two, the white fox walked over with its tail flicking, and said to Mo Bule with a disappointed look on his face: "I thought I would see your best performance in the first round of the trial."

Mo Bule twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Do you want to see me get beaten?"

The white fox smiled and said: "Why, I still plan to bet on you to win." The feeling is that she was addicted to winning in the previous game, and she planned to make another profit from Mo Bule.

As soon as she reminded her, Mo Bule remembered that she bet on cleanliness in the last round and lost, and she immediately gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth.

"Junior Brother Mo, I will also bet on you to win." Xie Buyan smiled, with an expression that I support you.

Mo Bule said weakly: "Thank you for your love, brother and sister, can I bet on me to lose?" If everyone bet on him to win, then if he loses, wouldn't it be a big profit.

"Don't be like this..." Xie Buyan laughed and said meaningfully, "Even Master Pei's magic sense can be blocked, you won't lose."

"Thank you brother for your kind words."

In fact, Mo Bule didn't care much about winning or losing. What he cared about was whether he could trick those Xianzong disciples who wanted to test him. Thinking of this, he felt his spirits start to get excited, and he shouted to the surroundings: "Next time! I'm on the field, Senior Brother Qin, open the betting market!"

Qin Liuqing had just arrived, and before he could stand still, he heard Mo Bule's roar, and his face turned purple immediately.

"I bet on Junior Brother Mo." The white fox was the first to respond, throwing down the bet didn't count, and then rushed into the middle of the few Xianzong disciples who first proposed to test Mo Bule, and swept them all to Qin with one tail. Show mercy.

"You also bet, not Junior Brother Mo, only the loose cultivator you have chosen."

The faces of these Xianzong disciples also turned purple. Although they wanted to test Mo Bule, they also felt that Mo Bule would win in the end. Mo Bule, who has become the first disciple and forcibly overwhelms him, will not be too far behind him; the second is that Mo Bule is a disciple of the Immortal Sect after all. Xiu, the competition that is going on in front of him is an example. The casual cultivator named Shi Heng has been crushed by Chen Ying to the point of being unable to hold his head up.

However, the white fox is too arrogant, and the few of them cast rescue glances at their senior brother several times but they didn't get a response. The fox stared at them, and the moment they opened the storage bags, the fox's claws stretched out several times like lightning, and even emptied their storage bags.

"Sister..."

Several Xianzong disciples almost cried, is this the rhythm of going bankrupt?