When Zuo Mo arrived at the mountain gate, he discovered that the situation was much more severe than he had imagined.

  The mountain gate was surrounded by many people, who were clearly divided into two factions. As Mo's gaze swept towards the group that had come to cause trouble, what caught his attention was a woman and two men. The clothing, temperament, and the people behind these three were vastly different from each other. However, when Mo saw the injured Old Hei, the anger in his heart surged up.

  With one stride, he suddenly appeared beside Lao Hei's head.

  Lao Hei's mouth corner was bleeding, his complexion was weak and feeble. When he saw Zuo Mo, an expression of surprise involuntarily appeared on his face.

  "What's going on?" Zuo Mo asked in a low voice.

  Upon seeing Zuo Mo, all of the disciples from the Empty Sword Sect were invigorated.

  "Hmm, finally someone is willing to come out. The man wearing a luxurious blue spirit armor among the three said in a strange tone: "I thought all the disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect were just a bunch of turtles hiding their heads, kid, report your name and sect. Wei Sheng, why haven't you come out yet?"

  Zuo Mo ignored him and just stared at Lao Hei's head.

  Lao Hei's face was bitter: "They said they wanted to find Wei Sheng to spar, but where could Wei Sheng come from? They just made a ruckus. They said that if Wei Sheng didn't come out, they would destroy all the spiritual fields here. You say, how could I let them destroy my spiritual field?"

  Zuo Mo took out a medicinal pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Lao Hei's mouth. As the personal disciple of Zuo Mo, he had an abundance of various medicinal pills on him, which made the surrounding outer sect disciples envious. After handing Lao Hei over to the outer sect disciples behind him, Zuo Mo turned around.

  "It's actually a zombie face, huh? You're that Zuo Mo, right?" The man in blue spiritual armor sneered and waved his hand: "I heard you're good at refining pills. You can't even do this, go find Wei Sheng to come out. The number one genius of Dong Fu, timid and fearful, really not a decent person. Isn't there also someone named Luo Li?"

  "Which sect are you from?" Zuo Mo asked calmly.

  "Hehe, we're from the Lingying Sect." The speaker was the only woman among the three, wearing a pink peach blossom spirit armor, with a slender figure, flowing eyes, and a sweet smile. Almost all of the outer sect disciples' gazes were greedily fixed on her, but she didn't show any shyness, instead, she smiled slightly.

  Ling Ying Sect, as you may have heard, is the most powerful sect in Eastern Floating. The sect has numerous industries under its umbrella, and the disciples it recruits are mostly from wealthy families. Unlike Wu Kong Sword Sect, Ling Ying Sect's large number of inner sect disciples is also astonishing. There are over eighty foundation-building period disciples in Ling Ying Sect, a number that far surpasses Wu Kong Sword Sect and puts them at the top of Eastern Floating. These foundation-building period disciples of Ling Ying Sect are notorious for their love of causing trouble and stirring up conflicts. Many of them come from influential families, and even when they cause trouble in other sects, those sects can only tolerate it silently.

  They gather in groups of three to five, causing trouble everywhere. They have been taking spiritual medicine since they were young, and their cultivation progress is much faster than that of ordinary disciples. Moreover, the magical treasures on their bodies are dazzling, and when they fight, they go all out, making it impossible for ordinary disciples to withstand. If their opponents are stronger than them, they will swarm up together, and over time, low-level cultivators will avoid them whenever they see them coming.

  However, they are also clever and never provoke those formidable figures. Like Yu Bai, they dare not provoke him at all.

  They heard that the Wu Kong Jian Men had produced an extremely formidable figure named Wei Sheng, who was called a once-in-a-century genius by many. The big sects like Dong Fu Dian and Dong Qi Jian Men naturally didn't dare to provoke them, but as for that small sect Wu Kong Jian Men, they had never even heard of it before. They weren't afraid of such a small sect in the slightest. Moreover, with the recent commotion at Dong Fu being so intense, almost all the seniors from various sects were mobilized, and such a great opportunity was not to be missed.

  Before they came, they had specifically inquired about it. Among the disciples of Wu Kong Jian Men this generation, the two most famous ones were Wei Sheng and Zuo Mo, who was good at refining dan. However, from what they had heard, almost no one had seen how powerful Wei Sheng was, which made them even more certain that Wei Sheng was just a name without substance. As for Zuo Mo, a dan refiner, what waves could he stir up? Apart from these two, there was also someone named Luo Li, but it was said that he was average.

  These three people, the one wearing blue spirit armor is named Yan Mingzi, another wearing a dazzling red spirit armor is named Hu Shan, and the woman wearing pink peach blossom spirit armor is named Tao Xuer.

  "Oh." Zuo Mo expressionlessly responded with a grunt, then turned his face to ask Lao Huo: "Who injured you?"

  "Haha, don't ask anymore, it was the master who did it." Yan Mingzi sneered: "You'd better go call Wei Sheng out, you're not even good at refining pills, Master is embarrassed..."

  The sound stopped abruptly.

  Yan Mingzi looked at Zuo Mo with a hint of surprise, in his eyes, the little zombie in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed into another person. The feeling... was like an unsheathed sword...

  Yan Mingzi was no stranger to fighting and causing trouble, with plenty of experience under his belt.

  He wiped the playful smile off his face and said with a hint of seriousness, "I didn't expect it, but you're actually a master!" The other two also looked surprised. The aura that Zuo Mo emitted was absolutely not something that a cultivator who was obsessed with alchemy could possess. However, they weren't too worried. They had been through thick and thin together for so long, and they had encountered countless tough opponents, many of whom were far stronger than them. Yet, hadn't they been defeated by the duo? Moreover, the little zombie in front of them was still slightly weaker than them.

  Zuo Mo didn't waste words and directly raised his Frost Sword.

  "Hah! You're really poor!" Yan Mingzi burst out laughing and said with a smug face, "Let me show you the flying sword of a grandmaster!"

  The sword is three feet long, resembling a narrow and long water droplet. The body of the sword is like a deep pool of water, profound and bottomless. Occasionally, a streak of light flashes by, revealing its ruggedness.

  "The sword is called Drip Water, a top-grade, extremely rare flying sword." He looked at Zuo Mo and shook his head, saying: "This entire set of yours isn't even worth the hilt of this flying sword."

  Zuo Mo completely lost interest in talking to his opponent and struck first without saying another word.

  "Shuǐ Jiàn Jué" - "Shùn Shuǐ"!

  A circle of invisible ripples spread out before Lemo, and the ice crystal sword seemed to suddenly disappear into thin air, only to reappear in front of Yan Mingzi.

  Yan Mingzi only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the other party's flying sword suddenly arrived in front of him. The sword intent contained in the sword tip was so sharp that it almost made him unable to open his eyes. He was startled and hurriedly drove his flying sword to block it. But unexpectedly, the opponent's flying sword was extremely slippery, spinning around and dodging his flying sword with ease, stabbing at an angle.

  Yan Mingzi was again in a flurry, but he had a lot of actual combat experience and knew that the opponent's flying sword was not as good as his own. He opened up with a big swing, directly colliding with the opponent's sword.

  Zuo Mo hummed coldly, and he didn't know if it was because he had been with Pu Yao for too long, but this cold hum was quite similar. He knew what the other party was planning, but the quality of his ice crystal sword was far inferior to that of the opponent. If they clashed, he would definitely be at a disadvantage. This flying sword was all he had, and if it were damaged here, his sect would absolutely not give him another one for free.

  However, Zuo Mo's mastery of the Water Separation Sword Scripture has improved dramatically. Xin Gu Lei's guidance has made up for many of his shortcomings, and now when he uses the Water Separation Sword Scripture, it is smooth and flowing, almost imperceptible.

  The sword technique used by the other party is also extremely exquisite, but it's very obvious that they didn't cultivate it with care. Many of the exquisite parts are not being utilized to their fullest potential. If we're talking about exquisiteness, the other party's sword technique surpasses the "Lishui Sword Technique" by a small margin. Zuo Mo couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, having such a good sword technique yet not knowing how to cherish it. The flying sword that the other party had was also something he coveted greatly, and in comparison, his own Ice Crystal Sword seemed really shabby. Actually, what made Zuo Mo more concerned was that the other party's Water Droplet Sword was even more suitable for the "Lishui Sword Technique".

  The ice crystal sword in his hand suited Xin Yan's sword intent, but not the "Lishui Sword Manual". Zuomo had always wanted to find a flying sword that suited the "Lishui Sword Manual".

  He couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

  The Ice Crystal Sword became even more difficult to polish, and his current sword moves still followed the intricate and delicate path, but with an added hint of ferocity, killing intent overflowing. However, this one hint of ferocity made Yan Mingzi suddenly feel a surge in pressure. Like water and fire, that contradictory feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

  Hu Shan and Tao Xuer were taken aback, Yan Mingzi was actually at a disadvantage!

  They began to re-examine Zuo Mo.

  "This Zuo Mo is quite formidable." Tao Junlan said with a tone of surprise, "But it's not quite like the rumors. Isn't he supposed to be an alchemist?"

  "There's hardly any news about the Wu Kong Sword Sect to begin with. How could we have investigated so clearly?" Hu Shan said disapprovingly, although he was also surprised, but only just surprised.

  "If Zuo Mo has such strength, I don't know how formidable Wei Sheng is." Tao Xuan'er said thoughtfully.

  Hushan sneered, "No matter how powerful they are, it's useless. It's strange that they've been showing off too much recently, and many of our senior brothers and sisters have taken notice of them. Moreover, I heard that several of our uncles don't have a good impression of the Wu Kong Sword Sect either."

  Tao Shu'er smiled: "Yes, Dong Fu is just that big, and there's one more person to share food with. Those door-closing masters in the courtyard, who would be willing?"

  "Hushan said indifferently: 'Anyway, it's none of our business. But I heard that their elders are quite formidable.'"

  "Could anything be more powerful than a crystal?" Tao Xuer asked with a light smile.

  "Haha, great!" Hu Shan laughed loudly.

  As the two men spoke, the situation in the field changed.

  Yan Mingzi suddenly didn't dodge, the ice crystal sword stabbed at his Ling Jia, making a light "ding" sound, but it didn't leave any scars on the Ling Jia. Zuo Mo was taken aback for a moment. Taking advantage of his distraction, Yan Mingzi's dripping water sword arrived in an instant.

  Like a cold pond's sword, Zuo Mo hastily dodged to the side, only feeling a chilliness brush past his arm!

  "Haha! A mere second-grade flying sword, how can it possibly pierce my Xuan Shui Ling Jia?" Yan Mingzi laughed triumphantly, his sword momentum becoming even more unbridled and reckless!

  Tao Xuer seemed to be unimpressed by the scene before her, and said with a hint of boredom, "I knew it, bullying the poor is so lame." As she spoke, she adjusted the peach blossom petals on her spiritual armor.

  Hu Shan's face was cold with a sneer as he watched the Ice Crystal Sword stab towards Yan Mingzi's Ling Jia once again.

  It's futile, don't you understand? If there's anyone to blame, it's that you weren't born into a good family. He looked at Zuo Mo with a hint of sympathy.

  Yan Mingzi didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, he was extremely confident in the spiritual armor on his body.

  Only to see the weak and powerless ice crystal sword barely touch the Xuan Shui Ling Jia, a sudden change occurred!