With the efforts of Bai Hao's six people, the aura returned to calm.

The blood oozing from Mo Jue's body is also getting less and less, and his cultivation is also improving.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the heads of Zhang Ziyi and several people, according to the strength of several people, calming down this turbulent aura could have been done casually, but it was obviously a little difficult to take into account Mo Jue.

A few days ago, because he found that the spirit soldiers of the two Mo Jue were left on the Sword Peak, Zhang Ziyi called Hu Anping to send them to the two, but he didn't expect to bring back the two who were seriously injured.

Qin Dang is better, but he forcibly urges the backlash caused by the secret method, and he can cultivate for a few days.

And Mo Jue is much more serious, after forcibly breaking through the realm, he drove his unknown power to fight with people, and when he came back, he was unconscious, and none of the meridians on his body were complete.

Even Zhang Ziyi had no choice but to send it to Yuling Peak, boiling it into liquid medicine with spiritual grass every day, and the elixir that Zhang Ziyi asked for from Danfeng barely saved his life.

At this time, seeing that Mo Jue's situation had improved, Zhang Ziyi's tense nerves had relaxed a little, but now was at a critical juncture, and it was not the time to be distracted.

Zhang Ziyi hurriedly concentrated his mind, pulling the aura and the medicinal power of the Shaping Pulse Pill to nourish Mo Jue's body.

Soon after, the medicinal power was exhausted, and Mo Jue's cultivation was also in the middle stage of metamorphosis, and he was only one step away from stepping into the late stage.

Zhang Ziyi and the others put away their hands, and the aura vortex above the sky dissipated, and the aura that lost traction returned to heaven and earth.

The broken meridians in Mo Jue's body were all repaired, and his pale face also regained a trace of ruddyness.

The meridians were the top priority of the monks, and Zhang Ziyi, who had finally helped Mo Jue refine his medicinal power, breathed a long sigh of relief.

Before Zhang Ziyi could recover his strength, Bai Hao walked in with Ye Zuiyuan with an angry face, and behind them, there was Wei Yi with a cold face.

Xi Zuo saw that the two of them looked like they were asking for guilt, and hurriedly ran behind Zhang Ziyi and hid.

Qiantong on the side put on a veil, walked to Zhang Ziyi's side and looked at Bai Hao quietly, although he didn't speak, he obviously meant to help Zhang Ziyi.

"Zhang Ziyi, did you give the Plastic Pulse Pill to your apprentice?!"

As soon as he walked in, Bai Hao asked loudly, although it was a question, but his tone was very firm, there was such a big movement just now, and the fool also guessed the answer.

When Zhang Ziyi heard this, he replied indifferently: "What's the matter? You don't have to be responsible for taking my apprentice to that hellish place?"

"You ......"

Bai Hao was speechless for a while, this Ziyi was clearly a scoundrel, but he couldn't do anything about him.

But Zhang Ziyi didn't plan to let Bai Hao go, and asked in turn:

"I haven't said anything about you yet, tell me, did you already know that there was something wrong with this bullshit Hong Shoucheng?

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Bai Hao's face suddenly froze.

In fact, just as Zhang Ziyi said, Bai Hao knew that there was something wrong with Hong Shoucheng, and there were far more than one or two deacons sent out who died there.

Just as he was about to send someone to investigate, Mo Jue and Qin Dang collided, so Bai Hao pushed the boat down the river and let the two go.

It's just that this obviously can't be said to Zhang Ziyi, and the ghost knows what Zhang Ziyi will do after saying it.

Just when Bai Hao was thinking about how to get by, Zhang Ziyi sneered and continued:

"Heh, you can't speak? Okay, what's going on with Qin Dang? Metamorphosis Realm? Dream Realm Secret Method? You dug the foot of the wall and dug into my head?"

Bai Hao was shocked in his heart, Qin Dang had used the Dream Realm Secret Method in Hongshou City, and only a few people knew about it, and Bai Hao happened to be not among them.

In fact, Bai Hao is no wonder about this, but that day because of insomnia, when he was wandering around, he met Qin Dang who was trying to break through the realm, and after he broke through, he taught Qin Dang on a whim.

"It's just a moment, senior brother, you have to believe me!"

Bai Hao swore an oath, but the other five people in the room all maintained suspicious looks.

Zhang Ziyi even shouted directly: "What about the deceitful ghosts? In a moment, you can teach the exclusive secret method? ”

Bai Hao smiled awkwardly: "Yes......"

Hearing this, the four of Xi Zuo looked at Bai Hao with very strange eyes, and the latter only read one message in this look:

I didn't expect you to be such a sect master......

So this Cloud Sword Sect Sect Master was even more embarrassed, but Zhang Ziyi's face did not change in the slightest, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

"This matter is indeed my fault first, and the matter of the Shaping Pulse Pill will not be bothered with you, as for Qin Dang, it will be attributed to my disciples. ”

After Bai Hao threw down a sentence, he fled with Ye Zuiyuan, and this Xingshi questioning ended in such a hurry.

When Zhang Ziyi heard this, he took a while to react, and hurriedly chased him out, shouting: "What belongs to your subordinates? Have you asked my opinion?"

The three of them glanced at each other, and after shaking their heads, they walked out of the room.

On the cloud peak,

Bai Hao, who finally sent Zhang Ziyi away, exhaled a turbid breath, feeling that his dark circles seemed to be bigger again.

But thinking about it, it seems to be quite worthwhile to accept Qin Dang's apprentice.....

What a ghost!

Obviously, Qin Dang's cultivation techniques and secret methods were all taught by him, and there were two disciples in each generation of the Sword Palace, and one of them inherited the Cloud Sword Sect, isn't this a tradition?

According to Zhang Ziyi's character, even if he doesn't bring it up, Qin Dang will be his apprentice sooner or later.

Thinking about it like this, Zhang Ziyi didn't pay anything, but Bai Hao took a precious pill.

"It's still a senior brother's deep routine..."

Thinking of this, Bai Hao looked at the sky wistfully and muttered.

When Zhang Ziyi walked away, Ye Zuiyuan, who was silent, stepped forward and asked Bai Hao: "Sect Master, Zhang Ziyi violated the rules of the sect and let him go like this?

Bai Hao glanced back at Ye Zuiyuan, and said softly: "That Dan, it was originally meant to be used for him, but my senior brother is stubborn by nature. ”

Hearing this, Ye Zuiyuan was silent for a moment, then hesitated and said: "Sect Master, with all due respect, Zhang Ziyi's strength is no longer suitable for being the master of Sword Peak, and it should be his apprentice..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Hao: "This matter should not be mentioned again, and everything will be discussed after the Six Peaks Competition." ”

"Yes. ”

Ye Zuiyuan answered, and then stopped talking.

Bai Hao suddenly felt bored, waved his hand and said, "Okay, go back, I'm tired too." ”

After that, he didn't care about Ye Zuiyuan anymore, and walked straight back to the white jade hall.

Ye Zuiyuan watched in silence as Bai Hao walked into the main hall, and then sighed slightly, and the imperial sword flew away.

When Mo Jue woke up again, it was already night.

The hut was empty except for him, Mo Jue rubbed his head and sat up from the bed, muttering, "What's wrong with me..."

His memory was still stuck in the hundred days, when Qiantong forcibly stuffed the pill into his mouth, then Mo Jue only felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

At this time, a cold wind blew into the room from the window, rolling up a cloud of dust, emitting a little white light under the moonlight, which was even a little beautiful.

"Wait... How..."

Mo Jue noticed that something was wrong, the dust that was usually invisible to the naked eye was very clear in his eyes at the moment, and he could even see the traces of the dust flowing with the wind in mid-air.

When he first woke up, he didn't feel anything, but at this moment, a noise came into Mo Jue's ears, and it felt like the day he first cultivated, and any sound around him was clearly audible in his ears.

But this time it seems to be even more exaggerated, and even the small sound of a fallen leaf falling on the ground can be heard clearly.

The consequences can be seen in Mo Jue's painful expression, the loud sound made him have a splitting headache, and he could only cover his ears, hoping that it would be more comfortable.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Jue's head was full of 'buzzing' sounds, his thoughts went blank, and a bright red flowed out of his ears and down Mo Jue's palm.

"Boy, don't cover it, it's okay..."

A voice came, and Mo Jue froze for a moment, only because this voice was soft, which was diametrically opposed to before.

Mo Jue opened his eyes slightly, and saw Hu Anping standing in the room, looking at him speechlessly, and around him, a barrier rose at some point, and it was also this barrier, blocking all sounds.

Mo Jue put down his hand suspiciously, and as Hu Anping said, there was no longer that noisy voice, so he called in a low voice: "Senior brother, why are you here?"

Hu Anping knocked on Mo Jue's head angrily and complained:

"Can you save me some snacks? Hmm? Why don't you just go down the mountain, and if I hadn't gone early, you two would have died there..."

Only then did Mo Jue know that it was Hu Anping who saved him, and he couldn't help but look at the other party gratefully.

The latter ignored Mo Jue, as if he wanted to pour out all the bitterness in his heart, and continued: "Qin Dang is better, you are better, the whole meridian is broken, do you know that the old man and I are not in the mood to drink wine for this matter..."

In Hu Anping's mouth, Mo Jue learned the whole story, including Zhang Ziyi's misappropriation of the treasures of the sect for himself, and he felt extremely guilty for a while, and lowered his head and apologized: "Senior brother, I'm sorry, it's just the matter of the Shaping Pulse Pill, Master respects him..."

Hu Anping's eyes widened, and he interrupted: "You don't care about this, if you eat it, you will eat it, and they can't let you spit it out again, but this matter is not without a price..."

As he spoke, Hu Anping squinted his eyes and paused, looking like a sellout.

Mo Jue didn't notice it, but said worriedly: "The price, what price? Could it be that they have made any excessive demands on the master?"

Hu Anping looked at Mo Jue's anxious expression, and smiled: "Hey, the price is... Qin Dang became the sect master's personal inheritance. ”