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Although they have a little immortal root, but they are extremely mediocre, they once wanted to worship various sects but they couldn't get started, and in the end they could only worship these thousand machine gates.

Lack of resources in Qianjimen, coupled with their own mediocre qualifications, this group of people has also given up, and there is really no place to compete in Qianjimen, and there are only a dozen or so people in the huge sect, and they are also happy.

"Hey!" Speaking of this, Tang Yan sighed: "Actually, it's good, at least Qianjimen can still give our group of people a place to live in this world where human lives are like ants, but I'm afraid this day won't be long!"

Hearing Tang Yan's words, a group of Qianjimen disciples who were still laughing instantly quieted down, Gao Xiaofan glared at Tang Yan fiercely and interrupted: "What are you talking about?

Chu Mo frowned slightly, but he didn't understand what they meant: "Listening to you say this, it seems that something is going to happen in Qianjimen?"

I just entered a fairly harmonious sect, is there going to be something wrong?

Hearing Chu Mo's words, Gao Xiaofan, who didn't want to answer this question, sighed and said: "It's Senior Sister, the young master of the Pure Yang Sect has taken a fancy to our Senior Sister, and he personally came to the door to propose marriage, but was rejected by our Senior Sister, although they didn't say anything, but we all know that the Pure Yang Sect will not be so good!"

Is this to be forcibly married?

Chu Mo frowned: "What kind of sect is this Pure Yang Sect?

"The Pure Yang Gate is just a sect similar to our Thousand Machine Gates, if it is in terms of strength, we are not afraid, but behind the Pure Yang Gate is a Lei Yang Gate with the head of the nine grades, we can never afford to offend!" The fat man's honest face was also with a hint of embarrassment.

Listening to their explanation, Chu Mo finally understood.

This Pure Yang Sect is just a sect that has not been established for decades, although the head of the sect is just a master of foundation building, but his identity is the brother-in-law of the head of the Lei Yang Gate, although it is called the Pure Yang Gate, in fact, it can be regarded as a branch of the Lei Yang Gate.

There are no less than 100 disciples of Leiyangmen, not to mention that the strength of the sect is terrifying and has reached the fifth level of Jindan, and there are already more than 50 disciples in the foundation building realm alone.

Compared with this strength, if Qianjimen can afford to offend.

"Although our Qianji Sect is weak, but we are also the Ninth Rank Sect, and we are all affiliated sects of the Eighth Rank Sect Xinghai Sect, can this Leiyang Sect dare to destroy us? Isn't he afraid of the Xinghai Sect to blame?"

"Blame?" Gao Xiaofan pouted: "There are countless Nine Rank Sects in Zhongzhou, although my Thousand Machine Sect is a subsidiary sect of the Xinghai Sect, but the sect conference once every ten years I have not participated in the Thousand Machine Sect for a hundred years, so how can the Star Sea Sect remember us?"

Speaking of this, Gao Xiaofan continued, "On the contrary, that Leiyangmen worships countless spirit stones as medicine at every sect meeting, and he is deeply praised by the Xinghai Sect, how can he blame that Leiyangmen?"

Chu Mo's brows furrowed and he didn't speak, Tang Yan sighed and said, "Otherwise, do you think that the Pure Yang Sect is only a sect that has only been established for decades, and dares to bully my Thousand Machine Sect?"

"What do you mean、、、" Chu Mo's eyes stared at Tang Yan tightly, and when he saw the latter, he nodded and sighed: "It seems that the Pure Yang Gate is just a chess piece that is being used, and this Lei Yang Gate is the key!"

These days, with the addition of this conversation, Chu Mo has completely figured out everything about the Thousand Machine Gate, two Jindan masters, two foundation building masters, and the rest are a group of immortal cultivators in the Yunhai realm, plus his own innate ninefold.

If you want to shake the Leiyang Gate with these strengths, you really want to block the car with your mantis arm and hit the stone with an egg!

"Is there no way?" Seriously, although it has only been three days since he entered the Thousand Machine Gate, Chu Mo still likes this Thousand Machine Gate quite a lot, and when he is gone, he is not a taste in his heart.

What's more, at this moment, he is already a disciple of Qianjimen, how can he be alone when the time comes?

"No, at least not for the time being!" Gao Xiaofan shook his head, the originally pleasant atmosphere became a little depressed because of this matter, and soon a group of people left one after another.

Returning to the door of the bamboo building, Chu Mo, who originally wanted to step on the door, stopped his footsteps, and then turned around and walked towards the Thousand Machine Peak.

It was still the faint aroma of the elixir, and when he walked to the door, there was already a scorching breath, Chu Mo did not speak, but stood quietly.

Although he didn't know what pills the master was refining inside, he also knew that it was forbidden to disturb him during the alchemy, so he had no choice but to wait quietly.

Time passed minute by minute, until the movement inside was slightly smaller: "You've been waiting for a long time, right?

Chu Mo walked in slowly, and what he saw in front of him was a dense white jade gourd control, and a Danding about one person tall in the center of the field was still exuding a heat wave.

Tianjizi, who was wearing a cyan robe, was a little pale, and he was looking at the white jade gourd containing several large and small milky white pills in his hand, and there was still a little spiritual grass left on the medicine table behind him.

"Sect master, the disciple has something to ask for!" Chu Mo said respectfully, Hua Ruoran went into retreat, and in addition to Tianjizi, he didn't know who else he could find to solve his doubts.

"For the sake of your immortal root?" Tianjizi glanced at Chu Mo lightly, his eyes were a little deep, making people a little unpredictable.

Chu Mo nodded, if Tianjizi couldn't guess this, he was surprised, raised his head, and there was a hint of firmness in his eyes: "Senior sister said that you can't cultivate spiritual arts without immortal roots, and the disciple wants to know if this is true?"

"Since you already know, why are you asking?" Tianjizi glanced at Chu Mo lightly, and his voice was a little ethereal.

Chu Mo clenched his teeth, his face was a little pale, his clenched fists burst into a trace of green tendons, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes: "Is there really no way?"

Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, if there is no spiritual art, what kind of combat power can there be? Whether he can break through the foundation building realm is not worried, but spiritual art, this is a wound for him after all.

"No!" Tianjizi nodded: "This is the influence of the immortal root, you are destined to not be able to cultivate, and it is useless to try!"

Looking at Chu Mo, who was silent, Tianjizi sighed slightly, there were a group of poor disciples in the Thousand Machine Sect, and he had more than enough strength to do it: "Let's leave if it's okay!"

Chu Mo nodded and didn't speak, but the clenched teeth and the unwillingness in his eyes showed that Chu Mo was not calm in his heart.

On the chain bridge across Qianyang Peak and Qianji Peak, feeling the gentle breeze blowing slowly, Chu Mo calmed down a little, looking at the white clouds under his feet, his eyes became a little illusory: "Is there really no way?"

Although his own swordsmanship is superb, he is even respected as a sword immortal, but what is the use of this?

"Can you only cultivate the sword?" With a helpless wry smile on his face, the Shangqing Sword on his back was already tightly held in his hand, although he was indeed not disgusted with sword cultivation, but he couldn't cultivate spiritual arts, and he couldn't accept it so easily after all.

Sighing softly, Chu Mo turned to leave, but the back became a little lonely, with a hint of sadness and depression.