When Zuomofei finally finished his exhausting tour of the Lingyuan he had just rented, dragging his tired body back to the Xifeng courtyard, but when he saw the pink Xiaoqianhe who arrived almost at the same time as him, he really wanted to roll his eyes and faint directly.

  Can't you just leave me alone...

  Zuo Mo didn't want to cry, but this matter wasn't going to change with his will, he could only be transferred.

  "Grandpa, I'm so bored, let's play a game!"

  Zuo Mo really wanted to say "Brother, you're not boring at all." However, considering the other person's strange hobby of playing "fireworks", Zuo Mo calmly and rationally replied: "I don't play games."

  He thought he hadn't cheated the other party, and he really didn't know how to play games. The word "game" was so unfamiliar to him that it seemed like he had never known it at all. His life, from the moment he opened his eyes, was destined not to be spent playing games and living a carefree life.

  But the other party was very generous and friendly, saying: "It's okay, I'll teach you well."

  Zuo Mo made a final struggle: "I'm an idiot, can't be taught."

  However, unlike the countless times before, the other party didn't give him any room for resistance. As a result, Zuo Mo saw a string of about 8,000 words of game rules. This time, Zuo Mo really fainted. The difficulty was so high that it was an impossible task for him, a non-gamer. He only scanned through it twice before deciding to give up, sighing: "I'm really stupid!"

  But considering the high probability of infuriating the other party, he weakly added a sentence: "Or else, you find the simplest game?"

  This time, what he held in his hand was a game rule with about two hundred words.

  Huh? Left Mo's spirit was stirred up a bit, isn't this an array method question? He took another careful look and finally confirmed that it indeed was an array method question.

  Formation is a systematic study, and naturally, Zuo Mo, who came from a small sect, would not have any experience with it. However, in some large sects, disciples learn formation techniques, starting from the simplest single spirit formations, to two instrument formations, dual element formations, gradually becoming more complex. This is a rather long learning process, and to help their disciples learn, some cultivators who are skilled in formations also organized a complete set of learning methods. Among these, there are various formation exercises.

  For example, correcting, supplementing, optimizing, and so on, the names are numerous and endless. Later on, some cultivators were delighted to be exhausted by this, deeply fascinated by this way, creating extremely difficult formation questions. And many disciples also often used this as a game.

  But for Zuomo, he had never played before and found it very novel. The tactics involved in the question were not complicated, and Zuomo had learned them before, but the questions raised were extremely tricky. For a moment, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The other side also seemed to know that he was thinking and did not urge him.

  Thought for half a day, nothing was gained.

  Zuo Mo shook his head hard, and only then did he regain some clarity. He couldn't help but feel a little envious, no wonder those great sect disciples were so formidable, even their games were this intense.

  However, he decided to put this thing down first, and he still had a lot of things to do. Games, playing for a while during leisure time is enough, anyway that damn woman didn't rush him now.

  Zuo Mo entered the stone room to cultivate "Fetal Breathing" and the tombstone version of "Diamond Sutra".

  After his cultivation was complete, he drew out the Dew Sword from the Spiritual Spring. Nourished by the Spiritual Spring, the Dew Sword's luster became even more translucent than before. Zuo Mo couldn't bear to part with the Dew Sword as he began to refine it.

  A flying sword requires a very long time to be refined, only then can it reach the point of being controlled at will. And if you want to think about using it freely, the time required is even longer. The flying sword is like a partner for the sword cultivator, the longer the time, the more tacit understanding they have. Sword cultivators usually do not easily change their flying swords, this point, especially after reaching the Golden Dan stage, becomes even more apparent.

  These days of daily cultivation have not been in vain, and now this Water-Drop Sword is already as obedient to my will as my own arm. It is even more superior to the Ice Crystal Sword in terms of quality and spirituality.

  Zuo Mo's mind stirred and his Water Dropping Sword suddenly leaped into the air. At the same time, he let out a clear shout and sprang up from the ground.

  The sword flashes, moving like a dragon.

  In mid-air, a flame that seemed to be made of water emitted a faint glow. Where the sword light reached, a trail of watery flames followed, soft and silent.

  Zuo Mo was like a drunkard, using the Water Droplet Sword to cultivate the "Departing from Water Sword Classic", it was an unparalleled enjoyment. When he reached the height of his excitement, Zuo Mo was no longer constrained by the sword classic, one finger, one lead, almost without any trace to be found. And in the sword light, cold and mysterious, with a hint of violent Departing from Water Sword intent, yet like ripples on the water, it opened up calmly.

  Gradually, the sword intent was like a gentle ripple on the water, and the light and agile flavor gradually faded, replaced by a few more heavy and oppressive feelings. With each wave, the force was full, and the previously hidden and unlaunched ferocity was like a strong wind fueling the flames, burning fiercely.

  As always, the cold and gloomy atmosphere was mixed with intense violence, two extremely contradictory feelings merged together, but Zuo Mo seemed to be completely unaware of it, without a hint of discomfort.

  Instead, the water droplets on the sword, that wisp of a fiery and agile sword tip, gradually retracted.

  Zuo Mo slowly came back to his senses from the state of sudden enlightenment, only to discover that, unknowingly, his "Water Splitting Sword Classic" had actually advanced another level.

  There wasn't much surprise, he quietly stood there, savoring it carefully.

  He is not even clear about what level his "Lishui Sword Manual" has reached. The "Lishui Sword Manual" itself is not a profound sword manual, and its creator is not a particularly powerful swordsman either. It's already quite remarkable that Zuo Mo was able to cultivate this sword manual to such an extent. However, from now on, he will have to explore the path by himself because his cultivation of the "Lishui Sword Manual" has reached its limit. Although the creator also wrote some of their own speculations and ideas afterwards, many of them had already been destroyed by Pu Yao.

  In terms of depth, the Departing Water Sword Intent is far inferior to the Tidal Sword Intent learned by Zuo Mo, but this is something that Zuo Mo himself has come to realize and is also the sword intent he grasps most deeply. His understanding of the Departing Water Sword Intent far surpasses the Tidal Sword Intent.

  Perhaps he could also refer to Chao Xiu Jian Yi and improve "Lishui Sword Manual", Zuo Mo suddenly had a move in his heart.

  However, he just thought about it and didn't have the audacity to improve a sword manual. Moreover, his understanding of the Chao Xuan Sword Intent was only superficial.

  Just then, he suddenly realized that there was someone outside the valley. However, the person who came was very honest and did not trigger the ban.

  Xifeng Valley Entrance

  "Senior brother, the Lingying Sect people are here again!" The messenger was still that outer sect disciple from last time, but his face didn't have a hint of the panic he had before, instead revealing an excited expression.

  "Again?" Zuo Mo was taken aback.

  "Yes!" The disciple replied respectfully, then couldn't help but excitedly add: "This time there are five people!"

  Suddenly, Mo Dun's scalp felt numb.

  Five people...

  Last time there were only three, this time there are actually five!

  Don't think you can just turn around and run away.

  "They still don't give up, specifically asking to spar with Shixiong!" This outer sect disciple didn't notice anything unusual about Zuo Mo and excitedly said: "These people really don't know how to live or die!"

  "Cough." Zuo Moqiang calmed himself down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked: "Who is it this time?"

  "The three from last time are still here, and there are two others I don't know."

  It's slightly comforting to think that it's not all bad. At least two of them are familiar faces, and I can safely ignore them. That woman won't dare make a move this time either. The ones who worry me are the two unknowns - since they're looking for trouble, they must be stronger than the last two.

  His mind was racing, and he was deeply hesitant about whether to go or not. He regretted saying too much last time, and his mouth asked, "What about the other brothers? Can't I be bothered with this every time?"

  "Master Brother and Master Sister are both out, Luo Li Shixiong is in closed-door training, Xu Yi Shixiong is currently refining his equipment and has instructed not to disturb him. Hao Min Shijie is being punished, only Xuyi Xia Shijie is free, do you want to notify her?"

  That woman?

  For a moment, Zuo Mo felt displeased, but he decided to let it go. He had to inform her, and the possibility of this woman secretly plotting against him was even greater.

  Forget it! Just remembered my new understanding of "Lishui Jian Jue", Zuo Mo's heart suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit, just had an epiphany, and someone came to test his sword skills. These Lingyun Sect people are indeed good people!

  After understanding, Zuo Mo was no longer nervous, nodded his head and said with a confident tone: "Let's go."

  The outer door disciple's face suddenly became excited and inexplicable, and he hurriedly led the way in front.

  When he rushed to the mountain gate, he saw a sea of people and stumbled under his feet.

  "Why are there so many people?"

  "This outer sect disciple was extremely excited: 'Everyone heard that the Lingying Sect has arrived, and they all came running over to witness Brother's mighty display of power, severely punishing those arrogant upstarts from the Lingying Sect!'"

  "Huh? But why are there still female disciples?" Zuo Mo asked, nearly speechless.

  "Let's come and admire Brother Shifu's demeanor!"

  Zuo Mo's entire body suddenly broke out in goosebumps.

  When Zuo Mo appeared, the group of female disciples suddenly shrieked in unison, and Zuo Mo almost fell over.

  "Wow! Senior brother is so handsome!"

  "Awesome! That's cool!"

  "Even when you were still an outer disciple, I knew that you weren't an ordinary person, Big Brother!"

  "I really want to seduce him..."

  "I'll kill you!"

  ……

  On the left, Mo Na's expressionless face was lined with a hint of darkness, he decided to keep his distance from this group of crazy women.

  As soon as Zuo Mogang walked towards the male disciples, they became outraged.

  "Senior brother, take them down!"

  "Chop them!"

  "Dissected into eight pieces, cut off hands and feet, plucked tendons and severed veins, every knife cut an inch of flesh..."

  "Not creative at all! Wanting sunflower..."

  ……

  Zuo Mo quickly distanced himself from this group of people who had already completely fallen into a frenzied state of battle.

  In the short distance between the female and male disciples, Zuo Mo, who was originally full of vigor and energy, almost completely lost his will to fight.

  Of course, in other people's eyes, Zuo Mo was walking with a firm pace and a cold expression, passing by them indifferently.

  But when Zuo Mo saw the even more dispirited Ling Yun Pavilion's five people, his mood suddenly became extremely joyful.