Chang Xi hesitated for a moment, feeling that the old man in front of him didn't seem to have malicious intent. The boiling sea of blood in his chest gradually subsided, and he backhanded Yuehong to insert it back into the scabbard behind his back, but found that his leather scabbard had been cut by the sword qi, and the animal skin with stitch and sewing marks was scattered all over the ground. Chang Xi didn't speak, squatted down to pick up the animal skin.

"Anyway, I'm also a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, so I've never seen such a poor and sour person. ”

"Isn't it? This sword looks good, but it's a pity that this master is willing to use such a broken leather bag as a scabbard, and it is really insulting to such a good sword. ”

"Don't say a few words, how many guys have you seen who can survive the test under Mo Lao and even have the strength to fight back? ”

"Cut... Although I don't know where this poor stick got so many contribution points and wants to change the Heaven Rank Exercises, but he is just a disciple of the Qi Refining Realm, what can he do to me?"

The commotion caused by His Excellency attracted many disciples who were also borrowing exercises nearby. Some of the high-level inner disciples who had a strong aura around them and obviously understood the mysteries in it retracted their gaze after a faint glance, but they did not forget to bow lightly in the direction of Mo Lao, and their expressions were very respectful.

As for the other ordinary disciples, although they were equally respectful to Mo Lao, after all, it was always difficult for ordinary people to control the mouth. Many disciples came over and muttered, pointing towards Chang Xi and the others.

"You... You will just stand aside and move your mouth and say cool things, Brother Chang Xi is much stronger than you!" Xin Tong saw that the faces of the people around him were full of disdainful expressions, and he stomped his feet angrily, and his beautiful eyes were full of mist.

Isn't she still clear about Chang Xi's ability? Whether it was facing the foundation building ape or the terrifying rat bat chasing after him, when did he not sacrifice himself and use his not broad but unusually solid shoulders to carry all the burdens by himself? How could such a responsible good man be insulted casually by these silver spear candle heads who can only talk about it!

Just when Xin Tong was angry in his heart and was about to step forward to reason with the man, he found that his wrist was grabbed. Looking back, it was Wen Yu.

Wen Yu shook his head, but the eyes that swept everyone at this moment were extremely indifferent. Let go of Xin Tong's hand, and squatted down to clean up the scattered animal skins on the ground with Chang Xi. I could see that the rough and worn animal skin was full of stitches and patches, and each stitch was extremely neat and fine. Watching Chang Xi carefully pick up each piece of animal skin, Wen Yu's hand trembled slightly.

Mo Lao sat on the rattan chair and watched Chang Xi's every move.

Rao is that he has been practicing for hundreds of years, and he has seen countless Tianzhong materials. But I was really a little interested in this kid at the moment. Although the area of this Tibetan Dao Hall is not small, it is also extremely easy to cover the entire first floor of the main hall with his strong divine thoughts. Otherwise, how could the entire first floor of the Tibetan Dao Hall be entrusted to him alone?

When Fang Cai was bored, he couldn't help but glance at it when he saw that this kid who was only at the peak of the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm actually took out the palm of half of the early stage of the Foundation Building Realm. When he learned that this kid wanted to exchange for the Heavenly Rank Exercises, he quietly raised his strength to the early stage of the Foundation Building Realm. Sure enough, except for the two companions beside him who couldn't bear it, this kid reacted in just a moment, and this alertness alone was already worthy of praise among the disciples.

Then he raised his strength to the middle stage of the foundation building realm and continued to test, but as a result, this kid who couldn't see any traces of refining his body could still sword two inches under the strength of nearly five hundred catties! It wasn't until this kid's chest roared like a sea wave hitting a stone, that he noticed that this kid's sea of blood was really full of life. Only then did Mo Lao determine that half of the palm of the foundation building realm through the back ape was definitely cut off by this kid himself.

Mo Lao's love for talent gradually rose, and he looked at the figure squatting on the ground and carefully packing the holster without being moved by outsiders, so he found an excuse and asked, "Boy, can you lend the sword in your hand to the old man?"

"I don't borrow. The figure crouching on the ground pouted half of its ass and looked at him, without looking back.

"Uh..."Mo Lao was really choked up now.

What kind of identity is he? It is rare to deign to want to point out this reluctantly accessible material, but he was rejected by such a junior disciple who is only a mere Qi Refining Realm? Even if the major peaks of the Nine Great Peaks saw him, he had to be polite and did not have a trace of neglect, who else dared to be so disrespectful?

"Except... Apart from... That cloud boy..."

muttering in his mouth, in front of Mo Lao's eyes, bursts of white mist floated between the rows of cabinets and pavilions for a while, blocking everything. waved his hands to clear the clouds, but he saw a man in a white robe standing on the top of Qingyun Peak. As we got closer, the figure's face became clearer in the fog. The facial features are as distinct as carving, the sword eyebrows are straight into the sideburns, the eyes are peaceful, and the thin red lips have a slightly raised arc, calmly looking into the distance. The long hair like black satin picks up a few buns and pulls them into a bun at will on the top of the head, and the breeze blows a strand of hair in front of the forehead, fluttering like a fairy, not like a mortal person. As if sensing something, the man looked back and smiled lightly.

Mo Lao stretched out his hand tremblingly, but found that the picture in front of him had been frozen. The handsome fairy-like man in front of him suddenly crumbled away like a broken mirror. The splinters passed through the palm of the hand, and disappeared into nothingness. The next moment, the scene in front of me returned to the original cabinet room.

Chang Xi stood in front of Mo Lao, and there was also a trace of apprehension on his solemn face.

For some reason, Mo Lao listened to his sentence of "don't borrow", and just now his face was angry, but the next moment, his face suddenly changed drastically. Surprise, apprehension, joy, and panic all kinds of emotions changed on Mo Lao's face, even if Chang Xi walked a few feet in front of him unconsciously, he didn't react.

At this moment, a light flashed in Mo Lao's eyes, and the original confused color was swept away. looked at Chang Xi, who was standing in front of him and didn't take half a step back, his eyes were full of complexity.

Mo Lao didn't know why he thought of him at this time with his cultivation and concentration, but if he looked closely at the child in front of him, he actually had a shadow of him.

"Mo Lao, forgive the disciple for being rude, and please forgive Mo Lao. Chang Xi knew that the strength of the old man in front of him was unfathomable, and it was very likely that it was an overhaul of the Yuan Infant Realm or even a higher realm.

"Hands outstretched. Mo Lao stretched out a withered palm full of rough wrinkles from under his shabby and yellowed cotton jacket.

"Dare to ask Mo Lao?" Chang Xi asked with some puzzlement.

"You stinky boy, beware of this and that one all day long, don't you want the Heavenly Rank Exercises? Let the old man see your bones. The ugly words are ahead, if your bones are really unbearable, then roll the calves for the old man as soon as possible. ”

Mo Lao rolled his eyes. The withered palm didn't make any movement, but the next moment it had already pinched Chang Xi's left hand in his hand. Chang Xi's heart was shocked and almost indescribable, just now he was still standing a few feet in front of Mo Lao, but somehow he was already standing in front of Mo Lao in a trance. Subconsciously wanted to withdraw his palm, but the withered palm that pinched his left hand and looked like he could get rid of it with a slight struggle was as hard as a golden stone.

A divine thought of Mo Lao emerged from the sea of self-knowledge, converging along the palm of his hand at Chang Xi's spiritual power cyclone. Seeing that the strength of the cyclone could only be called ordinary and the condensation of the Dao platform that was only the thickness of the eardrum, I couldn't help frowning. But the faintly dark golden blood flowing in his body made him amazed, and he immediately rushed towards Chang Xi's sea of blood.

The surging sea of blood swollen in his chest, and the waves rolled one after another. The tide rises and falls, and the dark golden blood flowers are patted. In the sky above the endless sea of blood, stood an old man wearing a dirty cotton jacket. The old man's body was illusory and not corporeal, and there was surprise in his cloudy eyes, but it was more dignified in comparison.

Although there are few cultivators cultivating the Blood Sea, it does not mean that there are none. For example, in the Jintuo Sect in the "Immortal Dao Alliance", everyone cultivates the sea of blood. The sea of blood of the sect master of the Jintuo Sect is said to have been cultivated to the fullest, and urging it with all his strength can trigger a sea of blood, and the power of a random blow is not less than a million catties. At present, this blood sea is far inferior to the old friends who cultivated the blood sea that he knows, both in terms of scale and intensity.

But the body that carries this sea of blood is just a hairy boy in the Qi Refining Realm, and it's a little scary to think about it. There was a dark gold in this surging sea of blood that seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Although the surging waves in the sea of blood were extremely powerful, most of the power was not used at all. It's like sitting in a gold mine, but you can't mine a single piece in half a day. Chang Xi can't see this, it doesn't mean that Mo Lao can't see it.

Mo Lao's figure standing in the sea of blood lowered his head, and his right hand kept brushing the non-existent beard on his chin, as if he was groaning. After a while, he raised his head, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his illusory figure disappeared in an instant.

Chang Xi only felt that the withered palm that pinched his left hand had finally returned to the texture of a normal person, and pulled it back without a trace. Mo Lao, who opened his eyes and retracted his thoughts, didn't care about this kid's slight disrespect at this time. I saw a hook of my left hand, and before Wen Yu could react, he saw the disciple nameplate on his waist flying uncontrollably into Mo Lao's hand.

Mo Lao's finger lightly swiped on the nameplate, only to hear a ding, and then threw the nameplate back into the hands of Wen Yu, who was confused. When Wen Yu looked at the nameplate himself, he found that the contribution point in the nameplate should have four digits, and now there is only a big duck egg left.

At the highest point of the cabinet pavilion, a black book exuding a quaint atmosphere flew out and landed steadily in Chang Xi's hands. Before Chang Xi could take a closer look, Mo Lao's voice came from his ears.

"This Heavenly Rank Ancient Sword is here, I don't know how many years of dust. Since you kid is destined, let's take a good look at it, don't waste the sea of blood that is so good. Shibei January, if you kid can impress the old man again on the Kui Star Pavilion, the old man will send you another creation, go, don't hinder the old man from sleeping. After Mo Lao finished speaking, he put up his legs, hung a broken straw sandal, and closed his eyes again.

Chang Xi's face was solemn, and he bowed to Mo Lao sincerely. Then he flipped the black book in his hand to the front, blew off the dust on the cover, and four big characters of rolling gold came into view.

Liuhe swims in the body.