"There are more and more mana that need to be accumulated to advance, and it is obviously not enough to rely on internal force transformation alone. In the Yuheng Palace, Mo Chong slowly opened his eyes and muttered to himself. Now that his cultivation has reached the fifth level of Qi cultivation, the time spent in the Yuheng Palace has been extended from less than half an hour before to two hours a day now. The higher the cultivation, the longer you can stay. This is also a characteristic of Yuheng Palace.

"It seems that it is time to say goodbye to the master. I'm going to find the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. First, you can ask someone about the confusion you encounter in cultivation, and second, you can really learn some spells. There are only basic cultivation methods there for the introduction of Qi training, and I haven't even remembered half of the spells. ”

While thinking about it, Mo Chong poured his mana into his whole body and began to punch and kick. This is his unique way of cultivating. Mana is concentrated in the fists and feet, and the mana can be consumed very quickly, and when the mana is exhausted, he will meditate and recover, and so on. Each time your mana is depleted, you can increase your cultivation by a little while increasing your total mana. Of course, with this extreme cultivation method, Mo Chong only dared to do this in the Yuheng Palace, where the aura was strong and the mana recovery speed was several times faster than that of the outside world. If you are outside, the mana is exhausted and cannot be replenished in time, then the meridians will be damaged, and in the end, the gains will outweigh the losses.

"Chong'er, Chong'er?"

As soon as Mo Chong came out of the Yuheng Palace, he heard Li Tianxin's words in his ears. Mo Chong smiled, immediately pushed open the courtyard door and walked in with a smile: "Master, you haven't slept yet?"

Li Tianxin smiled and moved a table out of the house, put it in the courtyard and said, "Have you forgotten? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival? Oh, when it passed, it was already sixteen." But ah, the moon is sixteen round on the fifteenth, and the moon is just right to admire!"

When Mo Chong heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He was just about to say goodbye to the master, but at this time, the master said the words of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival reunion and moon appreciation, how can he say that he wants to leave?

Li Tianxin was busy, and soon put the moon cakes and fruits on the table. He pulled out a rattan chair and sat down, looked at the bright moon in the sky and said with a smile: "Your master and I have done three proud things in my life. The first is a tie with the head of Shaolin. The second is to sneak into the palace and take out the fandog raised by the emperor's old son and stew it in meat soup. The third thing is to accept you as an apprentice. Of the three things, I'm most proud of the third. ”

Speaking of this, Li Tianxin turned his face to look at Mo Chong and continued: "You kid really didn't say it, in three years, he actually learned all the kung fu that your master had practiced hard for fifty years, and he was still out of the blue ......" Halfway through speaking, Li Tianxin suddenly stopped, because he had already found that the expression on Mo Chong's face was a little wrong.

Mo Chong gritted his teeth, fell to his knees with a 'plop', and said, "Master, the disciple is not filial......"

Li Tianxin sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Get up." You...... Are you leaving?"

Mo Chong was stunned. I only heard Li Tianxin continue to say leisurely: "I know. You can have today's achievements, it is definitely not because I am a good teacher. I know. ”

"Master, I'm ......"

Mo Chong just wanted to say something. was immediately interrupted by Li Tianxin waving his hand: "No need to say, no need to say." I understand, I understand. Jin Lin is not a thing in the pool. I, Li Tianxin, can't tolerate you. This rivers and lakes ...... I can't tolerate you. You...... Let's go. 一qiēTake care. With that, he let out a long sigh and turned around and walked into the house.

Mo Chong's lips moved, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just 'bang bang' on the ground three times in a row, and then his figure flashed and swept out of the courtyard.

Namyangguo, Gyeongju City.

Mo Chong walked in the city of Gyeongju, and his eyes kept exploring every street and alley he passed. When he was in Yejia City, he had heard that there was a small market for immortal cultivators in Gyeongju City. He traveled thousands of miles to this Gyeongju City in order to obtain information about the Ten Thousand Swords Sect from this small bazaar of immortal cultivators. But what made people depressed was that he had been here for most of the day, not to mention the market of immortal cultivators, and he had never bumped into a single immortal cultivator with mana, which made him wonder if the person who had sued him about this was fooling him.

I saw the red sun slanting westward. Mo Chong sighed and slowly walked towards an inn in the distance. In any case, this Gyeongju City is one of his few opportunities, and he will not give up lightly. And just as Mo Chong was walking towards the inn, his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned around, and in the moment just now, he felt a trace of mana in a trance. It's an immortal cultivator!

"Where, where?" Mo Chong looked around, and suddenly rushed in one direction with a dodge, shouting, "Friends in front, please stay!"

Mo Chong's target was a lanky man in white. He felt that the aura of mana emanating from the man in white was emanating from the man in white. The man in white didn't seem to notice Mo Chong's cunning, and still walked forward slowly. But Mo Chong showed the best light skills in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't catch up with him. This made Mo Chong not surprised and happy, it was a light body technique! The person in front of him was definitely an immortal cultivator!

"Whoosh!"

Mo Chong flew between the rooftops like a big bird, and the figure of the man in white walked through the crowd like a ghost. With just half a cup of tea, the two crossed most of Gyeongju City.

'Well!?

Mo Chong, who was flying, was stunned at the same place, and a moment ago he was glad that there were fewer and fewer people in front of him, and he was not afraid of losing it. But in the blink of an eye, the other party's snow-white figure disappeared from sight.

"Could it be that he found me and deliberately sped up?Why did he ......" Mo Chong frowned, but soon he smiled bitterly, now it makes no sense to think about this, with the speed of the other party, as long as he is out of sight, he will not be able to keep up at all.

Although he thought so in his heart, Mo Chong was still a little unwilling to fall in the place where the man in white had appeared a moment before he disappeared. It's a small street, lined with ordinary people. There are not 100 but 80 streets like this in Gyeongju City, which is really ordinary. After pacing back and forth for two steps, Mo Cheng suddenly set his eyes on a dead end on the right-hand side. The other party disappeared so abruptly, could it be that he entered this alley?

This narrow cul-de-sac, with high walls on both sides, no more than two feet deep, Mo Chong took two steps inside, and his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, finally found the right place! There was an obvious mana aura coming from behind a white wall in front of him. Not a single strand this time. Rather, there are dozens of strands, and there is a faint mana imprint pattern in the middle of the white wall, this pattern has been seen a lot in Ye Jiacheng Mo Chong back then, every time there is such a mark, if it is not an immortal cultivator with mana, it will not be able to pass guò.

Pouring mana into his whole body, Mo Chong cautiously approached the white wall, and the moment the white wall touched Mo Chong's fingertips, it was immediately like a small pebble dropped on the calm water, and the ripples spread in all directions with Mo Chong's fingertips as the center, and when these ripples spread to the entire wall, the wall disappeared, and a lively long street suddenly appeared in front of Mo Chong's eyes.

"Refined iron ore, refined iron ore, only twenty spirit stones a piece!"

"Seven Star Grass, Five Clover, Huanglong Dan!

"Purchase ironwood, the price is negotiable, and the quantity is preferred!"

The sound of shouting and selling continued to come into the ears, and there were all kinds of strange things everywhere, this scene was similar to the lively street market in Gyeongju City, the difference was that the stalls were all immortal cultivators with magical powers, and the pedestrians were all all kinds of immortal cultivators.

Mo Chong walked down the long street, his eyes a little dizzying. Some of the things on the stalls on both sides were things he had seen in Yejiacheng, but more were many things that he had only heard about but had not had the opportunity to see in kind. At this time, these many items appeared in front of him, and Mo Chong was not in a hurry to find someone to inquire about the affairs of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but slowly walked along the long street, connecting the items he saw with the nouns in his mind one by one.

'Well, a geographical map of mountains and rivers?'

After walking through most of the long street, Mo Chong suddenly walked to the stall, not far away there was a small stall selling all kinds of classics and maps, if he directly confirmed the location of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect from the map, wouldn't it be much clearer than asking about it from other people's mouths? Thinking of this, Mo Chong immediately walked to the stall, picked up a map from the stall, spread it out, and asked casually: "Shop, what is the price of the geographical map of mountains and rivers?"

The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man with a round face who had a little fortune, and said with a smile: "Oh, a copy of the five spirit stones on the map." ”

"Oh. Mo Chong replied absentmindedly, but his eyes quickly scanned the map. 'Ten Thousand Swords Sect...... Ten Thousand Swords Sect ...... There is!' On the map, the location of the Qingyuan Mountain Range is impressively marked with the three small characters of 'Ten Thousand Sword Sect'. Mo Chong was overjoyed when he saw it, he didn't expect to know the location of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect so easily, and this Qingyuan Mountain Range was only more than a thousand miles away from Gyeongju City, and with his footsteps, it would only take two or three days to get there.

"How about it, fellow Daoist, the map is good. Mo Chong was overjoyed when a man's voice came into his ears, it was the stall owner, the round-faced middle-aged man.

Mo Chong was slightly startled when he heard this, nodded with a smile, and said, "Yes." Nice map, thank you. With that, he put the map down and turned to leave the stall. The round-faced middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, looked at Mo Chong's distant back, and after a while he exhaled a breath, and muttered: "The map of the Five Spirit Stones is actually reluctant to buy a copy, and he just left after reading it?" ”

"Friends, please stay. Mo Chong was walking forward, and a black-clothed man with a ninth-level cultivation suddenly flashed out and stopped in front of Mo Chong.

Mo Chong was slightly startled in his heart, but his face remained silent and said, "Are you talking to me?" The black-clothed man in front of him had a cold face and sharp eyes, obviously some people were not good, but Mo Chong couldn't think of the other party's intentions.