Zuo Mo finally reached the threshold!

  The sword intent seemed to be a single, snowy streak, but within it, he saw countless even smaller sword intents. These tiny sword intents, like ice crystals, were incredibly numerous and dense, gathering together in layers that surged and flowed. Each small sword intent was like a drop of water, and the countless drops formed an ocean, surging into waves.

  Xin Yan Shifu's sword intent is just a small tide, a small ice crystal tide!

  For the first time, he forgot the severe pain of his divine consciousness being beheaded.

  That brief moment was short, but what he saw made him savor it for a long time. The dazzling sword intent, like ice crystals, surged and swirled, yet amidst the majestic grandeur, there was a unique beauty that even he, who didn't understand swords, couldn't help but marvel at.

  He suddenly realized that the dragon released by Xin Yan's master was not real, but also composed of countless snow-white fine sword tips.

  Standing foolishly in the courtyard, dazed and entranced, until nightfall.

  The next day, early in the morning, Zuo Mo rushed to Cold Mist Valley. From a temporary worker to an official worker, plus a Building Foundation Dan, for a greedy zombie like him, it was really fatal, and he became more diligent.

  He had determined his goal of seeking answers, but he deeply understood that things needed to be done step by step, especially for an outer sect disciple like him who had nothing.

  His current workload is much greater than before. Fourth Master gave him a jade slip, which contains all the things to note when planting various spiritual medicines, ninety percent of which he had never touched before. For him, this is a brand new challenge.

  Fortunately, he can slowly explore and the spiritual medicines in the medicine field now seem to be in good condition.

  In the corner of the medicine field, the fire dragon grass seedlings have sprouted. The three-grade fire dragon grass seeds sent by Wei Sheng were planted in the spiritual field.

  Today he needs to accompany some female disciples on a trip to Dongfu, saying it's accompaniment, but actually it's almost like escorting.

  Sitting on the Wind Chasing Paper Crane, Zuo Mo followed behind this group of female disciples at a distance of about ten zhang.

  These women are really noisy!

  Their chirping voices could be heard from afar, and listening to them made Zuo Mo feel annoyed and disordered.

  The wind was blowing, and the paper crane had been repaired and strengthened after being mended. It felt much more stable than before, and he thought that the three crystal stones were worth spending. Sitting on the paper crane with nothing to do, he began to ponder Master Xin Yan's sword intent again.

  Although he was eager to die every time, he deeply knew the preciousness of this opportunity. The chance to ask Xin Yan Shifu for advice, unless it was Wei Sheng Shixiong, like him, an outer door disciple, didn't even need to think about it. He didn't know why Pu Yao would leave behind his master's sword intent, but there was no doubt that this sword intent was a treasure trove for Zuo Mo.

  It's unlikely to master everything, but learning a little bit is enough for him to enjoy endlessly.

  Just then, a sudden commotion came from ahead, startling Lemo out of his reverie.

  He suddenly felt displeased in his heart.

  Several strange male monks seem to be bothering the female disciples of our sect, Zuo Mo sighed in his heart, these days, it's not easy to receive guests!

  He folded up the paper crane and walked forward slowly. This was the main road to Dongfu, and Mo didn't fear that his opponent would dare do anything out of line, so he felt quite at ease in his heart.

  "Ha, I heard that your Li Yingfeng Shijie has built her foundation? What great news!" The male cultivator at the front said with a smooth tone.

  The other several male monks around also couldn't stop giggling.

  At this time, a male cultivator spoke up and said: "Brother, I didn't say anything wrong, did I? The level of these girls is much higher than those female demons in our sect."

  "Not bad, not bad!" The man sneered and said: "However, you have to be careful. If they hear this, you'll have a good day."

  "Heh heh, that's it."

  Zuo Mo coughed lightly and the female disciples immediately made way for him. Since he had accepted the task, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

  "What's going on? Everyone? Blocking the way and intercepting?" Zuo Moyue stepped out of the crowd, his eyes slanted as he looked at the other party, a cold smile on his lips.

  This group of people looks like a bunch of scum, each with a toad-like head and beady eyes. Especially the leader, just looking at his face makes me want to punch him into a meat pie. Compared to other fellow disciples, Zuo Mo has rich experience outside and his vision is quite sharp. This group of people is clearly not top-notch goods, when dealing with this kind of people, the more polite you are, the more they will think you're weak and easy to bully.

  In fact, Zuo Mo's greatest reliance was the Golden Sword Ring in his hand, which stored three sword auras, and it wasn't bad to scare these people.

  "It's just a change of master." The man at the front also sneered, looking up and down at Zuo Mo with contempt: "You're just at the eighth level of Qi refinement and yet you dare to act like a hero. You really don't know your place. Even if Li Ying Feng were here, she wouldn't dare speak to me like that."

  Isn't this person quite powerful? Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, but his face didn't reveal anything: "What a big tone, with such ability, why not go to the main gate of our sect and challenge us, but instead come here to bully a group of little girls, tsk tsk, what great ability!"

  The female disciples around her couldn't help but cover their mouths and burst out laughing.

  His face suddenly turned ugly, and he coldly snorted: "I heard that the Wu Kong Sword Sect had a genius, could it be you this waste? Today, your senior brother will let you know what is called manners!"

  As soon as his words fell, a flying sword suddenly appeared in front of him!

  Zuo Mo was stunned at that moment, his opponent actually had a flying sword!

  The first word that jumped into his mind was Jīgōng! He didn't expect that this guy with a mouse-like gaze would actually be a cultivator of the Jīgōng period. Cultivators in the Liànqì period were unable to refine flying swords, only those who reached the Jīgōng period could start refining flying swords. Even Wéi Shèng shīxiōng (senior brother), before reaching Jīgōng, had never had a flying sword.

  Tensely staring at the flying sword floating in front of his opponent, Zuomo swallowed hard.

  This was still his first time seeing a flying sword!

  Entirely cyan in color, about three feet long, the sword body is slender and narrow, with a sharp blade edge, emitting a cold glow. If you get hit by this, your body will definitely have a blood hole.

  The female disciples' faces changed greatly! They didn't expect to encounter a Foundation Establishment cultivator this time! Originally full of confidence in Zuo Mo, they immediately lost all confidence. The huge gap between the Qi Refining stage and the Foundation Establishment stage made it impossible for Qi Refining stage cultivators to resist against Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

  The power of the flying sword cannot be matched by the sword's edge.

  Xiao Guo's apple face turned pale with fright, looking at the flying sword in extreme terror.

  "That man sneered: 'Let you properly taste the young master's Green Phoenix Sword!'"

  At the same time, a finger pointed and pulled, only to see that flying sword like a spiritual being, suddenly stabbed towards the left!

  The moment the flying sword moved, Zuo Mo suddenly calmed down. All the tension seemed to disappear without a trace, and he stared tightly at the flying sword, just like the snow-white sword intent he had been carefully waiting for these days!

  As soon as he moved his flying sword, his heart immediately calmed down.

  The blue flying sword looks dazzling and intimidating, but its actual power is limited. However, the sense of danger it gives off can't compare to the pure sword intent of Xin Yan's master!

  All bark and no bite!

  The sword intent is too thin and scattered, and it hasn't even condensed into a shape, it's simply unbearable to look at.

  The spiritual energy inside his body circulated rapidly, and he calmly watched the flying sword getting closer and closer. In a flash of lightning, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a point in the void.

  A golden sword blade flashed out of his hand.

  Ping!

  A crisp sound, the sword tip accurately hit the flying sword's tip three centimeters away, and the flying sword slightly shook.

  "Hmm!" The other party snorted, and the spiritual power rotated. A flying sword appeared in mid-air, spinning and creating a semicircular arc of light that was quite beautiful.

  Ping!

  A loud, metallic sound suddenly rang out, and the flying sword came to an abrupt halt. The semicircular glow surrounding it screeched to a stop. It was as if a fairy who had been dancing with abandon suddenly let out a massive sneeze, causing all the beauty and charm to vanish into thin air.

  The man was both shocked and enraged!

  He also saw that the guy in front of him was relying on a treasure. But being interrupted twice in a row, and his opponent not being injured at all, made him feel humiliated. Facing a Qi-refining stage disciple, two moves in a row missed, if this spreads to the sect, those fellow disciples will laugh their teeth off.

  The previous two moves were just a warning, but this time, he couldn't care about that anymore and desperately activated his spiritual power!

  No big deal, I'll just go back and get scolded!

  With his spiritual power at its peak, the flying sword's momentum was instantly and utterly different from before.

  The flying sword flew to Zuo Mo's head, a faint layer of sword aura rising from its body, emitting a low hum, like an excited wild beast preparing to pounce on its prey.

  Zuo Mo lifted his head, and in his narrowed eyes, a hint of excitement and madness flashed!

  Two consecutive hits, greatly boosted his confidence. He had no experience of fighting with others before, and last time with Li Yingfeng Shizi, it was just a brief encounter. In the sea of recognition, facing Xin Yan Shushu's sword intent, he had no room for resistance at all. Not to mention resisting, in front of that vast and mighty sword intent, he couldn't even lift a finger.

  However, this flying sword in front of him successfully blocked the opponent's attack twice!

  With this achievement alone, he is already proud enough. But at this time, he was completely caught up in a kind of inexplicable frenzy and excitement.

  He suddenly came up with an extremely crazy idea!

  Cut off this flying sword!

  He didn't know why he suddenly had such a crazy idea, but once it emerged, it was so strong that he didn't even think about whether it was realistic or not.

  Time did not allow him to think more, under the urge of this crazy idea, he also gathered the spiritual power in his body.

  Squinting his eyes, he stared tightly at the flying sword with a faint blue glow hovering above his head!

  Scene after scene flashed before his eyes.

  Xin Yan's master's pure and condensed sword intent, like a crystal clear tide surging forward, seemed to become even clearer in front of him. It was like a massive creature, slowly crawling, but that bone-chilling feeling did not weaken in the slightest.

  Every thread of pain when the divine consciousness was cut off seemed to have suddenly become exceptionally clear. It's unclear whether it was the stimulation of pain, but his divine consciousness was clear and transparent, as if everything around him had quieted down.

  The surging spiritual power quietly rushed towards the Golden Sword Ring.

  He raised his right hand and made a false gesture with his fingers!