At the edge of the water spirit pool, in the cave, the sound of spiritual energy whistling is endless.

Mo Yun sat cross-legged quietly, and the aura outside his body formed a whirlpool, spinning non-stop. His cultivation and ascension slowed down.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes showed joy, and the sword power in his body was activated, and a dull whistling sound sounded from the meridians of his body.

The true power of the sword is galloping in his body, like a wild horse unleashed, such a majestic sword true power is already the realm of a seventh-order sword disciple! Mo Yun has an urge to look up to the sky and roar, according to the original plan, if he wants to step into the current realm, it will take at least half a year. Now, with the help of the opportunity of epiphany, he frantically absorbed the aura of heaven and earth for his own use, refining and injecting it into various atmospheric seas, growing together, greatly shortening the time.

Every sea of qi is the cultivation of a seventh-order sword disciple, and the true power of the sword is surging, thick and deep, and the breath is far-reaching. At the same time, he has the cultivation of a one hundred and eighty-seven order swordsman, what a strength against the sky.

Walk out of the cave and look up at the sky, your iron fist clenched.

Mo Yun looked at his palm in surprise, and could feel that there was an itchy feeling in the bones, which was that the bones were healing and renewing. The cracked muscles no longer feel pain, and a force is swimming to heal the injury.

The true power of the sword contains a sharp edge, and at this time, it can actually operate to heal wounds, and the effect is extraordinary. If an ordinary sword cultivator suffers from this injury, he doesn't have half a month, don't think about holding the sword again.

"After living here for half a year, it's time to leave! I don't know if I will have the opportunity to come back in the future. When the time comes, I hope the Dao Stone at the bottom of the pool is still there!" Mo Yun muttered to himself, his eyes condensed towards the Baizhang Waterfall.

If you can tread the waves, then that kind of realm is a crazy life! Unfortunately, if you want to tread the waves and resist the sky, you must at least cultivate the sword spirit. Only by condensing the sword gang and protecting the flesh can the Yugang fly, and the speed almost reaches the sound barrier.

With that kind of cultivation, he can only look up now.

Wrap the Shui Han Sword in a black cloth and carry it behind his back, revealing only the hilt of the sword. He wore a green coat, took a step, and never looked back.

Alone, all the way south. He stopped in another city and looked up.

Kongming City, like Guhan City, is one of the three major cities under the jurisdiction of Sword Xuanzong. The ten-zhang blue-brown city wall stands, like a sleeping dragon.

Above the city gate, the three characters of Kongming City are wildly established, as if embedded in the city wall. There was an awe-inspiring momentum, like a giant sword, oppressing. This is the sword intent left by the master! The sword intent is arrogant, the spirit is in the nine heavens, the grandeur is magnificent, and the domineering is uncast.

He watched for a quarter of an hour, causing passers-by to look back. There are also a few people with eyes, seeing that Mo Yun's momentum is restrained, and his edge is hidden, they are all anxious to avoid it, and they dare not provoke.

Several soldiers from the Qi Gathering Realm guarding the city gate looked at Mo Yun in surprise. Watching him slowly walk into the city, his eyes showed deep jealousy.

The soldier at the head said enviously: "At a young age, he is already a sword apprentice cultivator. Such talent, in Kongming City, I am afraid that it is also the number one in the row. It's just that why is he born like this, it shouldn't be a big family in the city! Who is he?"

"Captain, do you want to report to the city lord?" a person next to him leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Stupid!" the captain glared angrily and scolded: "You want to die, don't bother us! Although we are the guards of Kongming City, we can't control those people. Even if we report to the city lord, what reward will there be? It is very likely that such a young man came here for that matter, and we can't stop it!"

The latter was immediately stunned when he heard this, and he ate and said, "Could it be that Jian Xuanzong is really coming here?"

"Shut up!" the captain drank again, "These secret rumors are not something we can talk about! Otherwise, no one will care if we invite the disaster of killing! Remember our identity, we are just a few small soldiers who gather qi to cultivate, not even sword cultivation!"

The man's face turned pale at once, and he did not dare to speak any more.

Looking at the people coming and going on the street, the young man who cultivated as a sword disciple could meet him almost at any time. He secretly wondered, when did Kongming City have such strength that even swordsmen could be seen everywhere?

As he was walking forward, a young man in a fancy costume walked in front of him. His demeanor was extremely arrogant, and his head was raised high, as if he disdained it. Behind him, four guards followed, one of them was a middle-aged man, his momentum was restrained, his eyes were mighty, and his eyes showed the edge of the sword, which was terrifying.

Mo Yun's heart suddenly froze, his eyes condensed, he looked at the middle-aged man, and a sense of danger rose.

This is a high-level swordsman who can condense the true power of the sword and turn it into sword qi to kill and injure enemies.

His eyes were contemplative, looking at the middle-aged man, his palms trembled slightly, and he was almost about to fight. It is a pity that he has not fought with anyone since he stepped into the sword disciple! Today, the swordsman who happened to meet him, perhaps, is about to try his edge!

Gaze sensing, the middle-aged man's gaze scanned, and fell on the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him. His face was resolute, no expression could be seen, and a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes. In front of him, a young man in white costumes walked by himself, not looking at him at all.

A trace of displeasure rose in Mo Yun's heart, and when he recalled that he was in the Mo family, he calmed down. He quietly stepped back and avoided it.

He didn't take the matter to heart, and continued to walk in front of a restaurant.

Ruyi Building is the best restaurant in Kongming City, just its eight-zhang high pavilion, it is not comparable to other places. It is resplendent and magnificent, creeping in the city.

Walking into the store, my eyes swept over, it was already overcrowded, and my brows were frowning. The little guy hurriedly greeted him, his expression was extremely respectful, and he didn't judge people by his appearance at all: "Excuse me, Childe, is it upstairs or downstairs?"

"Why are there so many people, and is there any place?" Mo Yun asked lightly.

The little guy immediately smiled and replied: "Of course there is a place, you are upstairs please! Little brother doesn't know, in a few days, it will be the day when the Sword Xuanzong will go down the mountain to collect disciples." Within a radius of 5,000 miles, all those who had children came to the three major cities one after another. Our Ruyi Building is the best restaurant in Kongming City, and there are many natural people!"

My eyes lit up, and I didn't want to hear the news. He didn't inquire anymore and said, "Take me upstairs!"

"Okay, please!"

Mo Yun walked out slowly, step by step on the stairs, when a cold voice came from behind.

"Upstairs, you can go up too?"

The little guy immediately left Mo Yun behind and greeted him: "Young Master Fang, you're here!"

His brows furrowed, his eyes flashed with anger, and he slowly turned around and looked at the person who came, and it was actually the young man he met on the street. The young man was only fifteen years old, but his expression was not ordinary arrogance, at this time, he was arrogant, and he did not pay attention to the words of the little guy. There was a look of disdain in his eyes, and when he looked at Mo Yun, he was even more arrogant.

When the middle-aged man saw Mo Yun, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, he stood quietly behind the young man, like a heavy mountain, and a domineering momentum pressed over.

Mo Yun was furious in his heart, and replied indifferently: "Up or not, you can't be the master!"

The little guy's face turned pale immediately, he quickly walked to Mo Yun's side, and said in a low voice: "This son, you still don't want to go up!Fang family, you can't afford to offend!"

When Young Master Fang heard this, he immediately became extremely proud and laughed lightly. He lowered his head and gently stroked his white jade-like fingers, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, it's okay!" Mo Yun also smiled, the cloud was light, he waved his hand, and said: "This empty Ming City, it's not his family's decision! I want to see if this Ruyi Building really wants to drive customers down!"

"Upstairs, I'm going to decide!"

The middle-aged man was surprised again and looked at Mo Yun, full of appreciation.

Young Master Fang's face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were extremely vicious, and he said in a deep voice: "Good boy, you actually dare to offend me! You are a poor boy from the countryside, you dare to spread wild here? You are really tired of being alive!"

"Do you know who I am?"

He felt quite funny, looking at Young Master Fang, his tone was calm and indifferent, and he didn't have the frightened look that Young Master Fang imagined at all: "Who are you, what do you have to do with me?

Young Master Fang's face almost dripped water, he approached, looked down at Mo Yun condescendingly, and said, "My identity is not something you can know! You just need to know, if you offend me, you will offend the Fang family! That's enough!"

"Haha!" he looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter shook Ruyi Lou. Many guests looked over, and when they saw that it was the Fang family, they all turned their heads and ignored it. Such a situation is commonplace for them, and they have long been numb.

Stopping the laughter, his eyes were clear, he looked at the Fang family's eldest and youngest, and saw that the latter panicked in his heart.

"Isn't it, every time you meet a foreigner, you have to bully like this?"

"So what? Our family is acting in a way that is not the turn of anyone to dictate. Who doesn't know the name of our Yuming, do they dare to care?" Fang Yuming's face showed a smug look, and his eyes turned and swept over everyone present. No one dared to meet his gaze and bowed their heads.

His brows furrowed, and he said in a low voice: "It seems that your Fang family is in Kongming City, and its majesty is not small!"

"You just know that it's too late! You've offended me, don't think about being good today!" Fang Yuming laughed, exerting his momentum and pressing him. In his eyes, Mo Yun was just from a poor country, what could he do.

Swordsman!

Mo Yun was also stunned, it seemed that this Fang Yuming also had the capital of pride! Looking at his age, he was only fifteen, and he had already stepped into the realm of swordsmen at this time, and his talent was amazing!

Fang Yuming's swordsmen were oppressive, but Mo Yun did not move. He hung his head, his eyes fell on his toes, and said, "I can't see it, you are already a swordsman, you can indeed be proud! However, do you really think that I am the one who is bullied?"

As soon as the words fell, his momentum exploded, and he attacked the Fang family overwhelmingly. The sharp edge is revealed, which makes people feel cold all over the body. Suddenly, Fang Yuming was like a small boat in the big waves, in danger of being destroyed at any time.

Fang Dashao only felt that his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, extremely cold, his face turned pale, he looked at the person in front of him in shock, and his feet involuntarily retreated backwards.

The middle-aged man finally made a move, stepped out, the ground shook slightly, and the momentum of Mo Yun's explosion was immediately dissipated by it. He stretched out his right hand, held Fang Dashao, his eyes were contemplative, and swept over.

Seeing this posture, the other guests immediately stood up, and then quietly slipped away, where did they dare to stay here and watch the excitement. As for the guests upstairs, they were also people with status in Kongming City, and the Fang family didn't dare to be too arrogant.

His face was indifferent, fearless, and met the eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Young man, you are not small!"

"I'm just saying my word, that's all!"

Fang Dashao woke up from his fright, recalling that he was actually frightened away by the young man in front of him, and felt deeply embarrassed. He stepped forward and stared at the cyan figure tightly, with a crazy look on his face: "You are doing death, no wonder I am!"