Treading Heaven Sect, the mountain behind the west peak, a remote and uninhabited valley, Fang Mo stood between the valleys, a blue light flew around his body, and suddenly, Fang Mo raised his hand and pointed towards a big stone dozens of zhang away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hurry!"

Brush!

The blue light flashed between the whistling lights, and the next one appeared dozens of zhang away, completely penetrating the big stone, and then the blue light flashed again, and returned to Fang Mo's body in the blink of an eye, and was grabbed by Fang Mo in his hand.

As the blue light faded, the true face inside the blue light was revealed, which was the Wind Spirit Sword.

"After the magic weapon has been refined, it is like an arm and a finger, and it is more flexible to command, and the beauty of this wind spirit sword is not in his sharpness, but in its ......."

Fang Mo's eyes flashed, and he injected the spiritual energy into the Wind Spirit Sword, and the sword body suddenly emitted a trace of mist, and when this mist spread around the sword body, it turned into transparent inch-long sharp blades, and as Fang Mo's sword swung outward, those wind blades immediately flew out.

As soon as the wind blade flew out, it immediately dispersed, and with a whistling sound, it struck a large stone not far away, and with a crackling sound, when everything stopped, the big stone was suddenly full of holes, full of horizontal and vertical scratches.

"The more aura you infuse, the more wind blades will be, and the power of each wind blade will be greater!" Fang Mo's eyes flashed, and the spiritual energy in his body was continuously instilled into the Wind Spirit Sword, and the entire sword body was full of blue light.

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Fang Mo snorted lightly, and another sword was swung out, and the overwhelming wind blades swept out, each of those wind blades was three inches long, and wherever it passed, the flying sand and rocks were connected, like a violent hurricane.

When the dust settled, at this time, within a radius of ten zhang in front of Fang Mo's body, the entire ground seemed to have been shoveled away, and the flowers, trees, rocks and mud were completely blown into pieces by the wind blade, and it was a mess.

"This is the full force of the Wind Spirit Sword, and it is just a pearl in the hands of that Tan Zhen. Fang Mo muttered to himself, he was very satisfied with the power of this Wind Spirit Sword, but in the same way, just this blow consumed forty percent of the spiritual energy in his body, and this was the result of his extremely pure spiritual energy.

Since he finished refining the Wind Spirit Sword, in addition to practicing in the compass space, he often goes to this remote canyon to actually use the Wind Spirit Sword, in addition, he also tries to refine the red tripod and the family heirloom sword in the storage bag, but unfortunately it is useless, and those two things cannot be sacrificed.

With a flash of blue light, Fang Mo put the spirit sword into the storage bag, and then he waved his right hand outward, and several wind blades flew out from his palm.

It was precisely because of the success of his own wind blade technique that when Fang Mo used the Wind Spirit Sword, the wind blade he used was also more handy, which could be said to complement each other.

"And the Bright Sun Technique, this is my real killer weapon, it's a pity that I was seriously injured when I faced Yun Xiuchen that day, otherwise ......" Fang Mo was silent, suppressed these thoughts in his heart, and turned around and returned to the cave.

On that day of the outer gate, the life-and-death battle with Wei Kou made Fang Mo feel something, and there was a faint feeling that his cultivation was about to increase dramatically, but because of the sealed vein body, it was difficult for the surrounding aura to gather in the body, and it was only possible to transform it with the help of pills, but because he was worried that Qiao Wanqian would observe at the outer gate, Fang Mo never took out the Gathering Spirit Pill.

"Tomorrow is the day when the ancestral land opens, there is no Qiao Wanqian's surveillance, I can take pills to my heart's content to improve my strength, and other creations can be big or small for me, strength, strength ......"

Fang Mo pondered inwardly, then calmed down and began to close his eyes and breathe.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a majestic bell rang, and the bell rang in every corner of the sect and reached Fang Mo's ears, causing him to immediately open his eyes and stand up from his knees.

The aftermath of the first bell is still lingering, followed by the second bell ringing again, and so on, the bell rings a total of ten times, whether it is the outer door or the inner door, people have come out one after another, looking towards the middle peak.

Fang Mo walked out of the cave and swept towards the bottom of the mountain, everywhere he passed, but everyone who saw him, no matter what they thought in their hearts, all of them worshiped him deeply.

"I've seen Senior Brother Fang. ”

"Meet Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang is really extraordinary, in just a few months after entering the school, he has been defeated at the eighth layer of condensation, I admire him!"

"Senior Brother Fang's trip must be to go to the ancestral land, I am here to congratulate you!"

Regardless of whether Fang Mo was promoted to the inner door or not, but with his strength at this time, few people in the outer gate dared to be disrespectful to him, Fang Mo's body was swept away, and his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest, whether it was flattery or ridicule, it was just words from the outside world.

Do your own thing and don't care what people don't matter.

In addition to Fang Mo, on the middle peak, there were also several purple-clothed figures heading towards the back mountain.

There is a hall in this back mountain, this is the ancestral hall of the Stepping Heaven Sect, only the inner disciples and the high-level elders of the sect can enter, this hall enshrines the ranking of the ancestors of the Stepping Heaven Sect, and on the upper layer of these ranks, there is a statue.

This statue is an old man, three feet tall, standing with both hands, looking not angry and self-imposing, although it is only a statue, but there is an invisible pressure permeating, especially the eyes, but the statue is embellished slowly, as if looking down on all beings, wanting to step on the sky and stand!

This old man is the founder of the Stepping Heaven Sect, the first generation of the Ancestor - the Stepping Heaven Ancestor!

Under this statue, there are two elders standing on the left and right, both of whom are cultivators in the early stage of the Jiedan, and He Qingshan, the head of the statue, who is looking at the statue in the middle, is even more in the middle of the Jiedan.

Outside the main hall, there are Taoist figures flashing at this moment, a total of six figures, each wearing purple clothes, it is the outer gate of the top sixteen, six of them were selected.

One person in the middle is a woman, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her skin is like condensation, it is Lan Peiyao, who is the first person in the outer door competition, and the other five men are one step behind Lan Peiyao, four of them are seven layers of condensation, each of them is Xuanyu, but only one person is a sixth-layer cultivation of condensation, and his face is slightly gloomy.

"Elder Qiao hasn't found my head these days, it seems that Fang Mo didn't tell me what happened that day, Fang Mo, although I don't know what your intentions are, but this time I entered the ancestral land, it is your burial ground......" A grim smile appeared in the flickering of his eyes.

"I've seen Senior Brother Yun......"

As the words sounded, Yun Xiuchen floated to the outside of this hall, nodding to everyone with a smile, in this way, everyone was even more respectful to him, Yun Xiuchen's cultivation has reached the ninth layer of condensation, even in this inner door, cultivation is also a leader, and with his ethereal body, and the affinity of heaven and earth aura, the cultivation of any spell and exercise has a unique advantage, and it should be regarded as the sun.

Almost the moment Yun Xiuchen arrived, Fang Mo's figure also appeared outside this hall, with his arrival, some people sneered, some people were indifferent, but then there was a sound of gasping cold air.

Fang Mo is still dressed in green clothes for the outer disciples today, which looks incompatible with the purple clothes of everyone present, although it is a bit eye-catching to dress like this, it will not make everyone so, what really shocks them is Fang Mo's cultivation!

"His cultivation is ...... Condensing the fifth layer, could it be that he is still hiding his cultivation?"

"The last time he appeared, he was in the third layer of condensation, it should be that he hid his cultivation, but today he has no need to hide his cultivation at all, even if he really wants to hide, wouldn't it be better to expose his cultivation to the third layer of condensation?"

"So he'...... Is there really only five layers of condensation?"

"Wei Kou, who defeated the eighth-layer of condensation qi with the cultivation of the fifth layer of condensing qi, if his cultivation is promoted to the same level as ours, then we ......" Someone rolled his throat, obviously a little difficult to accept this fact.

Fang Mo's face was expressionless, and Yun Xiuchen walked left and right towards the people at the entrance of the main hall, Yun Xiuchen seemed to have never seen Fang Mo from beginning to end, and naturally stood at the front, as if he was dominant.

Fang Mo's expression was calm, and he walked to the last position, when he saw Li Jue, his body paused slightly, but he didn't say anything, and stood beside Li Jue, like a lurking tiger.

When the two of them stood still, a faint voice came from the hall.

"Enter the temple and worship the ancestor!"