As soon as he walked into the Vault Pavilion, Wang Mo did not rush inward, but walked to the side.

I saw a red sandalwood table and chair, and behind it sat an old man with a withered face like a tree trunk, who was lying on his back on the Taishi chair and drinking.

Wang Mo didn't underestimate this old man who seemed to be dying, he walked closer in a few steps, bowed down and said, "Junior Huoyun Peak Lu Zhanfeng, come to check the spell!"

"Huh?" the old man moved slightly, opened his eyes, yawned and said, "Do you know the rules?"

"The juniors know, this is the junior's identity token!" Regarding the old man's seemingly impolite behavior, Wang Mohun still bowed down and handed over the token on his waist unconcernedly.

"Oh!" The old man grabbed it, entered a vitality in it, and saw a row of handwriting on the token, the old man glanced at it, and threw the token back and said, "Go!"

"Thank you, senior!" Wang Mo took the token, bowed down and took a few steps backwards, and then walked inside.

Passing through a doorway, you can see that the huge floor is full of iron frames where jade slips are placed, and the upper Dao Guanghua is forbidden to flicker, protecting the jade slips.

"Look, it's Lu Zhanfeng, the seventh senior brother of Huoyun Peak!"

"Is that Senior Brother Lu, who is known as a merry Confucian scholar?"

"Not bad......"

There were a few sharp-eyed monks, and when they saw Wang Mo entering the first floor, they couldn't help but talk about it.

A few monks put down the jade slips they were checking in their hands and walked up to Wang Mo: "Hello, Senior Brother Lu!"

"Hehe, hello brothers!" Wang Mo held the folding fan in his hand and bowed to everyone one by one.

"Wow, really, as elegant as the legend!" suddenly a female cultivator exclaimed.

Listening to the discussion in his ears, Wang Mo smiled apologetically to everyone and went inside.

Although in the first layer, there are all techniques that can be practiced by the foundation building monks, but there are also strong and weak points, so in the first layer, from the inside to the outside, there are three prohibitions.

Looking at the prohibition in front of him, Wang Mo's true yuan was agitated, the original blue and gold true yuan was actually blue and blue, obviously the ban set by the old man that day, whether it had other effects, I am afraid only the old man himself knows.

The feet did not stop, walking inward, feeling the pressure from above the prohibition, just a slight bump, and then passed through.

All the way to the third level, there were obviously many fewer monks inside, only seven or eight people.

Seeing that everyone was closing their eyes to inspect the jade slip in their hands, Wang Mo didn't stop long, and shuttled through the rows of shelves to find it.

With the experience in his mind, there were very few magic tricks that could impress him, but Wang Mo's trip was for the thunder spell in the Vault Pavilion.

Immortal cultivators, although after reaching a certain realm, all spells can be used, but after all, the magic tricks that are in line with their own attributes are the most powerful.

Every time he faced the enemy, Wang Mo felt that he lacked his own means, in addition to a few major spiritual weapons, plus the broken Thunder Palm, he already felt that he couldn't deal with it.

Even with his current cultivation, he could simply use the magic weapon, but he could only send out a few attacks, and the power of his divine sense would be exhausted.

Thinking about Lu Tianhong, as the body of the Yuan Baby, he is only strong with his divine sense, but with cultivation as a restraint, he can only use it.

Looking at the single iron frame in front of him, with only one hundred and ten kinds of spells on it, Wang Mo's eyes flashed.

Although the Thunder Vitality was the least of the many spells, it was very rare compared to the other spells that numbered thousands of spells.

But Wang Mo was overjoyed, after all, he had a specialization in the art industry, and these were what he lacked.

""Ziyan Thunder Jue"? Looking at the name, it is majestic, I don't know if it is really as its name!" Looking at the jade slip in front of him, Wang Mo said to himself.

Carrying the true yuan in his hand, he only heard a slight crackling sound, and grabbed the forbidden jade slip.

Sticking it on his forehead and probing it with his divine sense, a trace of disappointment flashed on Wang Mo's face.

Obviously, the spell in it made him not very satisfied.

Next, I watched more than a dozen kinds in a row, and he put them back again.

"Hmm, Ben Thunder Hand!" When he suddenly saw the seventeenth piece of jade, Wang Mo's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed it in his hand and investigated.

After a while, Wang Mo opened his eyes, and his joy flashed: "Sure enough, it is a second-order top-level technique, just with this method, it is worth the trip!"

Thinking that at the beginning, it was only equivalent to the first-order top-level thunder hand, and he has been used by him until now, and he has repeatedly performed miraculous feats, if it is complete, the power will inevitably go to a higher level.

And the thunder spell, among the many spells, is known for its power, and it is stronger than the gold spell with the killing technique.

A complete Thunder Runner must not be weaker than an ordinary third-order primary exercise.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Mo took out the identity token and put it away in a formation plate on the iron frame.

I saw a flash of brilliance on the jade slip, and it returned to its original appearance again.

Wang Mo hurriedly probed his divine sense into it and began to memorize the contents.

These jade slips all have special prohibitions set by the high-ranking monks of the sect, which are connected to the array plate on the iron frame, and only by deducting the corresponding contribution amount from the identity token will the ban be opened.

But it was only a short quarter of an hour, and every disciple could only seize the time to memorize the contents.

Wang Mo's divine sense was far beyond the same level, but he imprinted the contents in his mind in half an hour, but in order not to make a mistake, he still carefully investigated it again, so as not to miss anything.

"Whew!" Wang Mo smiled with relief, put the jade slip back into the iron frame, glanced at the remaining jade slips, and found that it didn't suit his heart, so he cleaned up his mood and turned around and walked out.

Glancing at the entrance of the second floor without a trace, although he knew that there were more subtle spells inside, this was obviously not the time to look at these.

Through the layers of prohibitions, the people who had greeted each other smiled and saluted, and once again came to the sleeping old man and bowed, and then walked out.

After he left, the old man suddenly opened his originally worried eyes, and two abnormal flashes of light came out, looking at Wang Mo's back and muttering to himself: "It is indeed a good boy, it is too mother!"

Wang Mo, who was originally walking slowly with a folding fan, stumbled suddenly, hurriedly stabilized his figure, showed a trace of embarrassment, and continued to walk forward.

But before he could go far, he was stopped by a group of three.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Lu Zhan, a merry Confucian who is famous in the Seven Peaks of our Qingyu Sect, why do you have time to come to this Vault Pavilion today?"

"Yes, haven't you been out for a few years, and you want to be a sister when you come back this time?" said another companion on the side.

Only one of them, a slightly tall and thin young monk, looked at Wang Mo with a calm face and slightly squinted eyes.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Lan, Senior Brother Yuan, Senior Brother Sun, please get out of the way, Lu wants to go over!" Wang Mo smiled slightly and said to a few people.

Wang Mo secretly shouted in his heart, he knew all three of them, they were the disciples of the third peak Tianwu Peak, Yuan Qingshan, Sun Taiqing, and Lan Xiaofeng.

And what he was afraid of was this Lan Xiaofeng, the reason why Lu Tianhong left the sect to go out to practice was because of this person's entanglement.

It was only because Lu Tianhong cultivated evil skills that he deceived his sister Basket Xiaoyue out and used evil methods to take her true yin, causing her death.

But because he has always been clean and has never left a handle, so for this matter, the sect will not be able to deal with it in the end.

But Lan Xiaofeng decided that it was Lu Tianhong's doing, so he began to come to the door again and again.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's cultivation was not weaker than himself, Lu Tianhong would probably have already designed it and killed him at the risk of being supervised by the sect.

In the end, he had to escape from the sect and finally died in the hands of Wang Mo.

"Hey, Senior Brother Lu just walks casually, such a wide road, the junior brothers can't stop it!" Yuan Qingshan said with a hippie smile, but the chill and hatred in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Hearing this, Wang Mo bowed slightly, and didn't care at all, so he wanted to spare a few people and move forward.

But as soon as his body moved, Sun Taiqing's figure flashed, blocking the way again.

Wang Mo didn't want to entangle with him, so he walked to the side again, but was still stopped by the two.

Looking at the two who were unrelenting, Wang Mo frowned, and said with a little displeasure: "The two junior brothers stopped like this, didn't they be a good bully for Lu?"

Hearing this, Yuan Qingshan sneered, and suddenly said with disdain: "Snort, it's really ridiculous, the road is facing the sky and going to one side, isn't it the main peak mountain road, which has become your Huoyunfeng?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Yuan, what you said is not right, I can't say that Senior Brother Lu will be ...... one day Hehe!" Sun Taiqing laughed and threw a look at Yuan Qingshan that you know.

Seeing that the two of them were so sarcastic, even though Wang Mo knew that what they said was aimed at Lu Tianhong, but at this time, he didn't want to entangle with the other party, and as soon as the true yuan flashed on his body, he wanted to knock the two apart.

"Bang!"

Lan Xiaofeng, who was silent on the side, stared at Wang Mo without blinking when he saw him, and when he saw his figure, he immediately encouraged his vitality and stopped him.

"Senior Brother Lan, what do you mean by this?" Wang Mo waved his folding fan and said with displeasure on his face.

"Hehe, I just have a word to say to Senior Brother Lu!" Lan Xiaofeng smiled faintly, but it didn't look like he was facing an enemy who killed his sister at all.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's brows furrowed: "Please also ask Senior Brother Lan for advice!"

"People are doing it, the sky is watching!" Lan Xiaofeng said word by word, but after saying this, his lips rolled one after another, but he didn't see the words come out.

"Hehe, little brother can save it!" Wang Mo Dingding glanced at him and smiled slightly.

The words expressed by his mouth shape, he can naturally see it, but it is 'the enmity of the sister, never die'!

In this regard, Wang Mo could only laugh at it, in the sect, it is strictly forbidden to fight, unless you go to the decisive stage, you will never die.

Lan Xiaofeng was so entangled at the beginning that Lu Tianhong had to go out to the sect to practice.

And Wang Mo naturally wouldn't do this kind of useless fight.

After speaking, he bowed his hand slightly to the three of them and went down the mountain.

Yuan and Sun on the side were about to stop it again, but they were pulled by Lan Xiaofeng: "There will be a day!"

When the two heard this, they had to stare at Wang Mo's back a few times with hatred, and then walked towards the mountain with Lan Xiaofeng.

At this time, there were already many disciples around, and when they saw the tense appearance of a few people, they thought that there would be a wonderful fight, but they didn't want a few people to just talk, so they all shook their heads and sighed and left in disappointment.