Mo Huaiyun was very relieved to see it, after all, it had been a long time since he had seen his disciples study and practice so hard.

Zimo was in the center of the coaching ground, guiding several other disciples.

Those disciples were also soaking wet, and in such a cold weather, they still insisted on taking a horse step.

Mo Huaiyun looked at You Yi Lingguan and Yi Sheng Zhenjun, and his eyes seemed to say:

You see, isn't Zimo helping to train his disciples? What should not be seen?

Tong Yao and Bai Jinghuai were also a little puzzled, judging from the hot training posture on the coaching field, Zimo didn't look like he was trying to harm them.

It's just that Murong Xi and Yan Chunfeng frowned.

Murong Xi looked at the Qiankun bag in his hand, and half of the spiritual sense in it was jumping very restlessly.

Yan Chunfeng recited a spell, but he didn't let it quiet down.

Zimo was far away from several people, and they didn't make a sound, so it stands to reason that they wouldn't notice that someone was coming.

But he just casually glanced back at them, and the focus of his gaze was the Qiankun bag on Murong Xi's waist.

"How?" Murong Xi asked, his voice so low that only Yan Chunfeng beside him could hear it.

"There are no three hundred taels of silver here." Yanchun wind duct.

Don't say it, it must have been Zimo who felt half of his spiritual sense and looked this way.

His slightly vigilant frown also fell into the eyes of the four immortals.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Mo Huaiyun couldn't hold back:

"Lingguan, Zhenjun, you have also seen that Zimo did not act excessively."

"You just didn't see it."

Yi Sheng Zhenjun pointed to a few disciples lying on the ground on the side: "Do you think they are really just too tired?" ”

"Or else?" Breathing evenly and looking ruddy, isn't it just that you are tired and resting on the side?!

Yi Sheng Zhenjun shook his head, and You Yi Lingguan waved his sleeves, and when he landed, in front of several people, a few wisps of weak spiritual consciousness appeared floating in the air.

"This, this is ......" Mo Huaiyun was stunned and rubbed his eyes.

Indeed, those few weak wisps of spiritual consciousness are still connected to the body, but the position of the connection is only like a thread, and in the blink of an eye, it is separated from the body.

"What is this?!" Mo Huaiyun finally spoke.

"You're tired, as you call it." Yi Sheng Zhenjun rolled his eyes.

Mo Huaiyun didn't understand, and looked at You Yiling Officer with a plea for help.

You Yiling officer patiently explained:

"It looks like they're tired, but in fact, it was Zimo who sucked up their spiritual sense, I don't believe you look at where these spiritual senses have flown to?"

Tong Yao and Bai Jinghuai also looked in the direction of those spiritual senses flying, and they were actually in Zimo's body.

"This, what is this doing?!"

Mo Huaiyun was even more shocked, he never knew that there was such a technique in the world.

"Half of Zimo's spiritual consciousness is in the Qiankun bag, and although the other half can maintain him wandering the world, after all, it will not last long, and he needs to rely on absorbing other people's spiritual consciousness to maintain his own sexual action."

Yan Chunfeng explained:

"Not only these lying beings, but also the so-called disciples you have instructed by him, in fact, have all been sucked away by him!"

Yan Chunfeng pointed at anyone who pointed by him, and he could find that their spiritual sense was also incomplete.

Mo Huaiyun's face finally showed a terrifying look: "I thought, I thought, he was a good person!" ”

"What do you think?" Yi Sheng Zhenjun smiled disdainfully: "What you think is not necessarily true. ”