Mo Yiming felt that this person was interesting, not only because of this person's tiger-headed appearance, but also because of the clever light oozing from his eyes, as well as the momentum of defending Xifeng to the death.

The reason why these people don't know him is also because Mo Yiming has been in retreat for many years, and the set of clothes on his body is not Xifeng's clothing.

He stood in the air at random like this, without any fluctuations in his cultivation, and it was estimated that a person of this age would be at most a disciple of eight or nine levels of qi.

Mo Yiming smiled slightly and said, "What's your name?" ”

The monk's tone was chilling, as if he might attack at any time, and said, "A wild cultivator, also deserves to listen to my name, leave quickly, don't affect our selection of disciples." Otherwise......"

After the monk finished speaking, around his body, there were suddenly cultivation fluctuations scattered.

Mo Yiming once again confirmed that this person's cultivation was in the Nine Levels of Qi Gathering.

"Yiming, you're finally out!"

And at this time, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd, and a fat man walked out from within, with a look of joy, it was Xie Wuchang.

Hearing this, these disciples all showed incredible expressions, and instantly felt as if the world was spinning, and their minds were blank.

"Haha, sixth brother, I don't think you will be able to wake up for a long time."

At the same time, the strong men squeezed out of the crowd again, and when they looked at Mo Yiming, there was an indescribable excitement and excitement.

Yang Hao walked over with a proud look and said, "After retreating for so long, have you gained anything?" ”

Wuheng jumped out and said loudly: "My little Mingming, you want me to die." ”

The last one to come was Doudou, and he flew from afar with a cheer: "King! After the voice fell, he had already stopped at Mo Yiming's chest, and then surrounded Mo Yiming's body, jumping in a whirlwind, very happy.

Xie Wuchang walked up to the stone platform, patted the monk who was presiding over the selection of disciples, and said, "You idiot, you don't even know Uncle Mo Yiming!" ”

When Mo Yiming heard this, he thought that in just a few years, he had become a senior uncle, and he sighed in his heart, how old am I?

This monk is Xie Wuchang's apprentice, and after a sigh at this moment, he said, "Master, the disciple doesn't know that he is Uncle Mo Yiming......

After speaking, the monk knelt on the ground, bowed to the sky, his voice trembled a little, and said, "It's the disciple who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I don't know if it's you, uncle." ”

Mo Yiming smiled and said, "Forget it, those who don't know are not guilty." ”

Everyone became restless at this moment, they had heard a lot about Mo Yiming, but they had never seen Mo Yiming's deity. At first, when Mo Yiming was in retreat, many new disciples were recruited to join Xifeng just to see Mo Yiming's demeanor. But for a few years, they never saw each other. And these people, they have always longed to see Mo Yiming, and when they saw them at this moment, there was an inexplicable excitement, which made them seem to have a feeling of tears.

"He is Uncle Mo Yiming, he looks so young."

"At such a young age, cultivation is already like this, can he still get it one day?"

"I must be like Uncle Mo Yiming and become the place where thousands of people admire!"

"I finally met Uncle Mo Yiming, I have no regrets in this life......"

After these discussions converged, they fell into Mo Yiming's ears, making Mo Yiming catch some, he looked at these disciples, and said loudly: "I am not as magical as you say, to cultivate this thing, what you need is perseverance, perseverance, and bravery, I am just an ordinary monk." ”

As soon as the sound fell, it caused another uproar.

"Look, Uncle Mo Yiming is so low-key, he has no frame at all."

"I have benefited a lot from Uncle Shi's words this time!"

"This is the real strong man, already strong, but very humble!"

This is the difference between the strong and the weak, and if these words are spoken out loud by a weak person, I am afraid that everyone will think that he is talking nonsense. Who doesn't think this will use you to teach? More seriously, rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes may have been smashed on the body and knocked down.

But now it is Mo Yiming who said it, and it seems that any word that Mo Yiming says now will become their inspirational quote.

Mo Yiming didn't expect to cause such an effect at all, he looked a little embarrassed for a while, and his body turned into a moment, and his voice fell: "Five brothers, prepare the wine, I'll come back after finishing things, let's get drunk!" ”

As the words fell, Mo Yiming turned into a rainbow and flew out, the speed was like a meteor, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

"Cut, that little amount of alcohol, and a big drunk!" Yang Hao deliberately glanced at Changhong and muttered in a low voice.

And with Mo Yiming's departure, the eyes of these people seemed to be being pulled away, and they couldn't return to their senses for a long time, and some female monks even showed admiration in their eyes at this moment, and said in a low voice: "So handsome!" Even leaving is so chic! Talent and appearance, dream lover, ......"

"People who come and go like the wind, I like people like this, they always give me a sense of mystery, but I can't touch them!"

……

It wasn't until Xie Wuchang instructed his disciples to continue to preside over this selection that these people came back to their senses as the monk's voice sounded.

Looking at this monk, with determination in their eyes, they thought that they must become an existence like Mo Yiming.

But the reality is always cruel, in the past few years, I don't know how many monks have such a mentality and ideals, but in the end they have been defeated by the ruthless reality.

The original Heavenly Temple Sect, at this moment, only the soul mystery and a few monks live there. Yichen, who used to live here, has moved to Houshan. Because he likes the tranquility there, and he likes the innocent people.

In the past, the Temple of Heaven Sect was the most sacred place in the West Peak, and it was also the place where every monk dreams of entering, but now the Temple of Heaven Sect seems a little bleak. Although it is often cleaned, few people care about it, and there are even some places that have been planned as residences for new disciples.

In this way, unlike in the past, it seems very deserted.

Soul Mystic still lives in his pavilion and has never moved to his residence. Only his pavilion seemed to have some life, with candlelight flickering.

At this moment, he was sitting in the room, his hair was much whiter, as if he had experienced endless vicissitudes, but his eyes were very smart, but when people looked at it, they felt that it was a sense of cunning and viciousness, and he looked like a very scheming person.

He often lamented the decline of the Heavenly Temple Sect, often thought of Jian Antian, often remembered the appearance of being admired at the beginning, and often remembered ...... All of this is because of Mo Yiming and Yichen!

"You took everything from me, don't blame me!"

In an instant, the anger of the soul mystery machine rose, and when the palm of his hand slapped the ground, his eyes showed a sense of calmness, and in his palm, a wave of cultivation fluctuations suddenly came out, causing the entire pavilion to shake.

And at this time, his brows furrowed slightly, and he sensed that there was an aura of cultivation, which was approaching here.

With a wave of his sleeves, the wooden window opened with a bang, and he suddenly saw the rapidly approaching Changhong. This Changhong came to the wooden window in the blink of an eye, turning into Mo Yiming's figure, which made the body of the soul mystery tremble suddenly.

Different from the past, the current soul mystery pretended to be extremely polite and polite, and said: "I still think who is coming, it turns out to be a Ming." ”

Mo Yiming's hatred for the soul mystery has never decreased, he looked indifferent, and did not appreciate it, and said: "Don't call it that, or call me by my name, I won't be so close to you, I haven't had it before, and I won't have it in the future!" ”

Mo Yiming's words were very cold, like a cold thorn, as if they could pierce into the bone marrow, so that after the soul mysteries heard it, they couldn't help but tremble, and their faces showed embarrassment.

But he still showed as much politeness as possible, and said, "Come in and sit." ”

Mo Yiming knew that if it weren't for the Soul Xuanji begging him for something, he would never be so polite, so he wouldn't give the Soul Xuanji any good looks, even though his cultivation was much different from the Soul Xuanji now, but in this West Peak, he knew that if the Soul Xuanji made a move, Yichen would definitely come forward.

"No need! I have come today to ask you something. Mo Yiming said coldly.

Soul Xuanji always pretended to smile and said, "Please speak." ”

Mo Yiming spoke directly: "It is said that during the period of my retreat, you went to the back mountain to find me many times?" ”

Soul Mystery did not deny it, and said, "That's true! ”

"Then do you want to avenge Jian Antian, or do you want to avenge those Heavenly Temple Sect monks who died?"

Mo Yiming's words directly pierced the heart of the soul mystery, as if lifting the scar he had buried, making his body tremble, and a killing intent suddenly rose in his heart. But he didn't leak this killing intent, he knew what he was going to do.

Soul Xuanji still pretended to smile and said, "What's the matter, I am reconciled with you." ”

"No need! If it's because of this, then you can dispel this thought, although I am with you in the West Peak, you are not worthy of my respect! The former Heavenly Temple Sect is no longer there, and I don't want to trouble the Heavenly Temple Sect anymore, and I also hope that you won't trouble me. ”

Mo Yiming said, and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the soul mystery.

"Wait, maybe we can work together."