"Well, okay, open your eyes! Senior Brother Mo, you are really, you are not a small boss, and you don't pay attention at all. There is a broken grass on your eyebrows, I have already picked it for you," Gong Yuejiao said with a smile, just taking a piece ......of broken grass, Senior Brother Mo's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy is really funny.

"Whew! It turned out to be just a piece of grass, I almost thought it was...... Huh?" Motong exhaled deeply, relieved.

Swish!

It was also at this time that Mo Tong's left ear moved, and a sound of breaking the air came from behind.

"What person?" Mo Tong was afraid of hurting Gong Yue, so he tried his best to contact the attacking thing.

It's a small pebble, and the palm of the ink pupil is hot. The power of this stone is very great, and it also contains a spiritual power.

"Ma Xingkong?" When Mo Tong saw the figure coming out clearly, he was about to throw it out in his hand and salute Ma Xingkong in return, but suddenly froze.

The excited look on Mo Tong's face suddenly appeared, and he held the pebble in his hand tightly, for fear that it would fly away as soon as he let go of it.

Mo Tong hadn't really seen the Lucky Tree Seed, but when he held it in his hand, he felt the strong breath of life in it. Mo Tong had a strong premonition that this stone was the lucky tree seed he had been looking for for a year.

After looking for a whole year, I dug three feet into Qingfeng Cliff and turned it over, but I didn't expect to finally get my wish. For the first time in his life, Mo Tong discovered that Ma Xingkong still had a likable side.

After much effort, when Mo Tong was about to give up, he didn't expect Ma Xingkong to take the initiative to send the seeds of the lucky tree to his hands. Things developed too unexpectedly for Mo Tong, and under the excitement, he ignored the malice of Ma Xingkong's sneak attack just now for the time being.

Of course, Mo Tong didn't know that Ma Xingkong had been secretly peeping on the side for a long time. When Mo Tong misunderstood, Ma Xingkong also misunderstood, and without thinking about anything, he threw out the strange stone he had just picked up.

"Senior Brother Ma, what are you doing in Qingfeng Cliff?" Gong Yue's eyebrows furrowed, and she glanced at Ma Xingkong. I don't know if it's because Ma Xingkong sneaked up on Mo Tong from behind just now, or if he was disgusted with Ma Xingkong.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Gong, have you forgotten? The day after tomorrow is my master's 100th birthday, and I want to ask you to go down the mountain to buy a gift for my master. I don't know if you can appreciate your face, Senior Sister Gong, I have already obtained Master's approval, and we can play at the bottom of the mountain for a day before coming back. Today is the eighth day of the new year, just in time for the polder day of Qingping Town at the foot of the mountain, and it is very lively. Ma Xingkong didn't seem to see Gong Yue's unhappiness, and said with a smile with great confidence.

"No need! I have already prepared the birthday gift of the Great Elder, Senior Brother Ma, you can go by yourself." If nothing else, we'll go. Gong Yue refused without thinking about it, took Mo Tong's hand and turned to leave.

Ma Xingkong is the favorite disciple of the elders of the East Gate, and the current big celebrity in Luanfeng has broken through to a one-star Xuanling in less than a year, a genius cultivator in the eyes of many people, and a new star in the future of Qingzong. I don't know why, Gong Yue just felt that the fluttering horse in green clothes in front of her was not pleasing to the eye.

On the contrary, it is the silly and stupid ink pupils, which look more kind.

In his previous life, Mo Tong had only seen Gong Yue treat people coldly for the sake of Ma Xingkong, but he had never seen Gong Yue treat Ma Xingkong coldly. Seeing Ma Xingkong's deflated appearance, Mo Tong felt very happy, and deliberately turned around and glanced at Ma Xingkong contemptuously.

Of course, what is even more painful is the lucky tree seed in his hand. If Ma Xingkong knew the value of the pebble he had just thrown out, he was afraid that he would be angry to death.

"Ink pupils! It's this damn black pupil again! Wait, you'll regret it soon. Ma Xingkong stared at the backs of Mo Tong and Gong Yue both leaving, his face was hideous, and he clenched his fists tightly.

......

Mo Tong lay in the Spiritless Cave, and then carefully looked at the lucky tree seed by the faint candlelight, and his mood remained in a high state of excitement.

Regarding the method of hatching the seeds of the lucky tree, Mo Tong knew that the lucky tree would sprout after only soaking the seeds in the essence blood of a person for about ten days.

Carefully digging a small hole in his arm, Ink Hitomi was thinking about how to store the seed in his arm when the lucky tree seed jumped, and his arm felt a pain, and it disappeared.

It's gone?

No, Mo Tong soon clearly felt that the lucky tree seed was in his body, but it was no longer in his arm, but it was slowly swimming in his body. Slide up your arms, over your shoulders, and thump into your heart before you stop moving.

Every time Mo Tong's heart jumped, he also felt that kind of child trembling slightly, that strange feeling was very different from the records in ancient books.

The seeds of the lucky tree are stored in the heart, which makes Mo Tong frightened and afraid, if he can regret it, Mo Tong is willing not to hatch the seeds.

Forget it, it's a blessing or a curse, and you can't avoid it. After Ma Xingkong hatched the lucky tree in his previous life, he was still alive and kicking?

After Mo Tong figured it out, he no longer thought about the lucky tree. Now that the Lucky Tree has arrived, the next step is to think about how to quickly improve your cultivation.

In this life, with the help of the dzi, there is no need to worry about the spiritual tribulation, which is a headache for all spiritual cultivators.

Mo Tong was not in a hurry to cultivate immediately, but recalled the bits and pieces of his previous life of spiritual cultivation little by little, from the one-star primordial spirit to the nine-star earth spirit, his own advantages and his own shortcomings.

In the previous life, because he was inexperienced, he took a lot of detours at the beginning. And in this life, at least in front of the Nine Star Earth Spirits, Mo Tong already had a very fresh path of cultivation.

In the past six months, Mo Tong's cultivation has reached the peak of the Nine Star Human Spirit, and there is only one opportunity missing, and the Nine Star Human Spirit's spiritual tribulation may come at any time.

There were also several disciples who were punished in the Spiritless Cave, and among them was Fang Yi. Today they came to the Spiritless Cave, and suddenly saw that Mo Tong actually practiced boxing.

"Ouch, what's the wind blowing today? I'm not mistaken? Our treasure digging expert has actually started cultivating? Could it be that he suddenly had an epiphany and was going to chase after him?"

"Hmph! Quenching the muscles and refining the bone fist? This kind of unpopular fist is useless to practice for a lifetime!" Another Xuanling disciple walked away with great disdain when he saw the fist technique practiced by Mo Tong.

Fang Yi didn't say anything, just took a strange look, and then found a place to sit nearby.

In the last battle with Mo Tong, although he was defeated, he was convinced. After that battle, Fang Yi finally realized that he was lacking in many places. After half a year of constantly recalling the fight with Mo Tong, I feel improved every time. Therefore, although he was punished for three years in the face of the Spiritless Cave, Fang Yi was not resentful of Mo Tong, but was grateful.

Mo Tong has long been accustomed to the sneering words he heard, so naturally he will not have any negative impact on the two ridicules, and he still practices them over and over again.

Bang!bang......

The first time, Mo Tong's fist power was released, and the air shook loudly.

The second time, the sound of the fist was a little quieter, and the air was still crackling.

The third time, the punch strength was a little smaller......

Fourth pass......

Fifth time......