Chang Xi hesitated for a moment, feeling that the old man in front of him seemed to have no malice. The sea of ​​blood surging between his chest gradually subsided, and he wanted to insert Yuehong back into the scabbard behind him, but found that his leather scabbard had been cut by the sword energy, and the animal skins covered with stitches were scattered all over the ground. Chang Xi did not say anything, and squatted down to clean up the animal skins.

"After all, I am a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, I have never seen such a poor person."

"Isn't it? This sword looks great, but unfortunately, this master is only willing to use such a broken leather bag as a scabbard, which really insults such a good sword."

"You say less, how many guys have you seen who can survive the test under Mr. Mo and even have the strength to fight back? Don't wait and make yourself bored."

"Tsk... Although I don't know where this poor stick has made so many contributions to change the Heavenly Level martial arts, I'm just a disciple of Qi Refining Realm. What can I do to me?"

The movements made by the Guest Lord attracted many disciples who were also borrowing martial arts nearby. Some high-level inner disciples who had a strong aura and clearly understood the mystery of it took a look at it lightly and withdrew their eyes, but they did not forget to bow gently to Old Mo to indicate, with a very respectful expression.

As for other ordinary disciples, it is true that they are equally respectful to Mr. Mo, but it is always difficult for ordinary people to control the mouth. Many disciples watched and muttered toward Chang Xi and the other two.

"You...you can only stand aside and talk sarcasticly. Brother Chang Xi is much better than you!" Xin Tong saw the faces of people around him full of disdain, and stomped her feet in anger, and her beautiful eyes were filled with mist.

Is she still unclear about Chang Xi's ability? Whether it is facing the foundation-building ape or the terrifying rat bat that seeks life to chase, he has sacrificed his life to take on all the burdens alone with his not-wide but extremely solid shoulders? Such a responsible good man can be insulted by these silver spears and candle heads that can only talk big!

Just as Xin Tong was angry, she was about to come forward to argue with the man, she found that her wrist was being pulled. Looking back, it was Wen Yu.

Wen Yu shook his head, but at this moment the eyes that swept through everyone were extremely cold. He let go of Xin Tong's hand, and squatted down to clean up the scattered animal skins with Chang Xi. He saw clearly that the rough and worn animal skins were covered with stitches and patches, and each stitch was extremely neat and fine. Seeing Chang Xi picking up each piece of animal skin carefully, Wen Yu's hand trembled slightly.

Mr. Mo sat on the rattan chair and kept watching Chang Xi's every move.

Even though he has been practicing for hundreds of years, he has seen countless talents. But he has indeed aroused some interest from this kid right now. Although the Tibetan Taoist Hall is not small in size, it is extremely easy to cover the entire hall with his powerful spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, how could the entire Tibetan Taoist Hall be left to him alone to take care of?

Just now, I saw that the boy who was at the peak of the middle stage of Qi Refining Realm actually took out half of the palm of the monkey in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and couldn't help but take a look. When I learned that this boy wanted to exchange for the Heavenly Level Practice, I started a test and quietly increased his strength to the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. As expected, except for the two companions around him that could not bear it, the boy reacted in a short moment. This alertness alone is worthy of praise among the disciples.

Then he increased his strength to the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm and continued to test. As a result, the boy who could not see any trace of body refining on his body could still make two inches of sword at nearly five hundred kilograms! It was not until the boy's chest made a roar like a sea of ​​sea striking a stone that he noticed that the boy's sea of ​​blood was really full. Only then did Mr. Mo confirm that half of the palm of the foundation-building Ape was definitely cut down by this boy himself.

Mr. Mo's love for talent gradually arises. Seeing the figure squatting on the ground carefully packing his leather case, he was not moved by outsiders at all, so he found an excuse to ask, "Boy, can you borrow the sword in your hand to me to see?"

"No borrowing." The figure squatting on the ground raised half of his butt towards him, and responded without looking back.

"Uh..." Mr. Mo was really choked.

What is his identity? It is rare to condescend to give a guide to this craftable material that can be seen, but was rejected by such a junior disciple who was just a mere Qi Refining Realm. Even the major peaks of the Nine Peaks must be polite and never neglected at all. Who dares to be so disrespectful?

"Except...except...that boy Yun..."

Murmuring in front of Mr. Mo's eyes, the rows of white mist floated in the cabinets and pavilions for a while, and they saw a man in a white robe standing on the top of Qingyun Peak Mountain. As he walked closer, the face of the figure gradually became clear in the fog. His facial features were as distinct as carved, his sword eyebrows were straight into his temples, his eyes were peaceful, and his thin red lips had a slightly raised curve, looking at the distance calmly. He raised several bunches of long hair like black satin and casually tied into a bun on his head. The breeze blew a strand of hair on his forehead, floating like a fairy, not like a man in the mortal world. It seemed that he felt something, the man looked back and smiled gently.

Old Mo trembled and stretched out his hand, but found that the picture in front of him had been frozen. The handsome man in front of him suddenly shattered like a broken mirror. The fragments passed through his palms and disappeared into the void. The next moment, the picture in front of him returned to the original cabinet room.

Chang Xi stood in front of Mr. Mo, with a hint of uneasiness on his solemn face.

For some reason, Mr. Mo heard his words "No borrowing", and his face was irritated just now, but the next moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He was surprised, nervous, happy, and panic all kinds of emotions changed on Mr. Mo's face. Even if Chang Xi walked a few feet in front of him without realizing it, he would have no reaction.

At this moment, a light flashed in Old Mo's eyes, and the original confusion swept away. Looking at Chang Xi, who was standing in front of him without taking a step back, his eyes were full of complexity.

Mr. Mo didn't know why he thought of him at this moment with his cultivation and concentration? But if he looked at the child in front of him again, he would have some shadow of him.

"Old Mo, please forgive me for being rude just now, so please forgive me." Chang Xi knew that the old man in front of him was unfathomable, and it was very likely that he would be a major cultivation in the Nascent Soul Realm or even a higher level.

"Stretch out your hand." Old Mo stretched out a dry palm full of rough wrinkles from under the worn and yellow cotton jacket.

"Dare you ask Mr. Mo this?" Chang Xi asked in confusion.

"You little brat, beware of this and that one who is not tired all day long? Don't you want the Heavenly Level Practice? Let me see your roots and bones. The ugly words are ahead. If your roots and bones are really unbearable, then get out of here as soon as possible."

Old Mo rolled his eyes. No movement was seen in his withered palm, but the next moment he had already pinched Chang Xi's left hand in his hand. Chang Xi was shocked and could hardly describe it in words. He was still standing in front of Old Mo just now, but somehow he was standing in front of Old Mo in a trance. He subconsciously wanted to pull back his palm, but the dry palm that pinched his left hand seemed to be able to take off his hand with a slight struggle was as hard as gold and stone.

A divine thought of Mr. Mo emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness, and gathered along his palm at the cyclone of Chang Xi's spiritual power. Seeing the cyclone with only average strength and the Taoist platform that condensed at only the thickness of his eardrum, he couldn't help but frown. But the faint dark golden blood flowing in his body surprised him, and he ran towards Chang Xi's sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood swelled up and rolling waves between the chest. The tides ebbed and flowed, slapped the dark golden blood flowers. Above the endless sea of ​​blood, an old man with a dirty cotton jacket stood in the air. The old man's figure was illusory and not physical. There was surprise in his turbid eyes, but in comparison, more solemn.

Although there are few cultivators who practice the blood sea, it does not mean that there is no one. For example, in the Jintuo Sect in the "Immortal Alliance", everyone cultivates the blood sea. The blood sea of ​​the leader of the Jintuo Sect is said to have been cultivated to great success. The full force can trigger a sea of ​​blood, and the power of a random blow is no less than one million pounds. At present, the sea of ​​blood is far less than that of those old friends who practice the blood sea as he knows.

But the body carrying this sea of ​​blood is just a young boy in the Qi Refining Realm. It is a bit terrifying to think about it. There is a dark golden color in the sea of ​​blood that makes him feel familiar, but he can't remember it for a while. Although the surging waves surging in the sea of ​​blood are extremely powerful, most of the power cannot be exerted at all. It's like sitting in a gold mine but not mining a piece for a long time. Chang Xi can't see this, which does not mean that Mo Lao can't see it.

Mo Lao Lingkong, standing on the sea of ​​blood, lowered his head, and his right hand kept stroking the beard that did not exist on his chin, as if he was pondering. After a while, he raised his head and his eyes suddenly became sharp, and his illusory figure disappeared in an instant.

Chang Xi felt that the dry palm that pinched his left hand finally regained the texture of a normal person, and he pulled it back without a trace. Mr. Mo, who opened his eyes and retracted his mind, did not care about the boy's slight disrespect at this time. He hooked his left hand, and before Wen Yu could react, he saw the disciple's nameplate on his waist flew uncontrollably into Mr. Mo's hand.

Old Mo gently stroked the nameplate with his fingers, and heard a ding sound, and threw the nameplate back to Wen Yu's hand, who was confused. After Wen Yu looked at the nameplate, he found that there should be a four-digit contribution point in the nameplate, now there is only a big duck egg left.

At the highest point of the cabinet, a black book with an ancient aura flew out and fell steadily into Chang Xi's hands. Before Chang Xi could take a closer look, Mr. Mo's voice came from his ears.

"I don't know how many years of this ancient sword rating I have been eating here. Since you are destined to be a good person, please comprehend it well. Don't waste a good sea of ​​blood. Don't be a month away. If you can make me look at you again on the Kuixing Pavilion, I will give you another good fortune. Go and don't get me asleep." After Mo said that, he raised his bipod, hung up a torn straw sandal, and closed his eyes again.

Chang Xi's face turned solemn, and bowed sincerely to Mr. Mo. Then he turned the black book in his hand to the front, blew off a touch of dust on the cover, and four large gold-rolling characters came into view.
Chapter completed!