In fact, Mo Xie knew that he was one of the geniuses because he could trigger the poisonous gas, and his natural divine consciousness was also different, and every time an ordinary saint ascended to a level, his divine consciousness could not participate in more than five miles, but this kind of participation was not endless, and his divine consciousness would not increase again when he reached the solid root period, and it was more difficult to refine his divine consciousness than to ascend to the sky. Wait until you gather the spirit realm to cultivate your divine consciousness again.

Mo Xie didn't dare to continue to publicize it. Because Mo Xie had already spied on the old saint and the strict steward looking at him in front of the stone bank. Although the distance is only fifteen miles, it is already amazing.

Mo Xie flew towards the stone library.

Yan Ran and the old saint watched quietly, the peep of fifteen miles was really nothing to the two of them, and Mo Ye's every move was under the prying eyes of the two.

Yan Ran stood there excitedly. Because he wanted to know one result of the Dao, that is, what kind of divine consciousness the little guy Mo Xie would have after reaching the second layer of agility.

Speaking from the heart, it is understandable that Mo Xie can break through the bottleneck on the top of her Pingling Yuhua Pavilion, because what he says is still good for this little guy. has himself here as the great protector, not to mention those senior brothers, even if the master senses it, he won't care. Because when the saint breaks through the bottleneck, what he is most afraid of is disturbed by external forces, if he is affected by external forces, he is likely to give up halfway, and now there is no problem at the bottom of the realm, if the realm is high, no one will protect the Dharma once it is disturbed, and the demon is light, and the meridians are the most dangerous.

Because when the saint breaks through the bottleneck, he will converge his divine consciousness and look inward, and his perception of the external world is equal to zero, and how many major repairs will be destroyed because of this, and he will become mad and lose his mind, and he will be demonic, and he will not distinguish between friend and foe. Murderous like hemp. The most typical example is Piao Fang, the seventeenth generation peak master of Ethereal Peak, because when the fifth order of condensation qi broke through the sixth order. was victimized by his disciple Huang Ying and lost his mind. With a wave of his hand, he killed several elders of Ethereal Peak, and then fled into the Demon Ridge. The unknown power took the opportunity to attack, and the ethereal peak had already lost several elders, the peak master fell into the demon, the dragons had no leader, the internal differentiation, and the vitality was greatly damaged. How could it be possible to block a sudden sneak attack, and immediately defeat the army, and without effective resistance, it would be more than ten days. Those who were killed were clean. The disciples who were fortunate enough to survive were all sealed by the unknown power of Danhai and taken away as slaves and maids. Live a life that is worse than death. Now 500 years have passed, and most of those disciples have died of old age, persecution and death. Those who can survive are all disciples of the Solid Root and Cultivation Realm, but the situation of these disciples is even less optimistic, they are bullied and toyed by others, and they live a life of non-human and non-beast. Yan Ran also occasionally saw a few Misty Peak saints who were ravaged by male saints before he learned about it.

Once the saint priest breaks through the bottleneck successfully, he will suddenly let go of his divine sense, and the strength of a saint's divine consciousness can only be measured at this time. The reason why Yan Ran was interested was precisely because the power of Mo Xie to attract the aura of heaven and earth was too great. Ling Yan Ran was not only moved, he wanted to know how strong the power of the Divine Sense was under the power of Lu Dao. Sure enough, Mo Xie suddenly released his divine sense, like opening the reins of a wild horse.

Yan Ran felt a wisp of divine consciousness flying through the sky. Rush away. Immediately let go of God to follow, twenty, Yan Ran shouted "Okay; Yan Ran was taken aback, thirty miles, Yan Ran's eyes were about to pop out. Fifteen miles from a smart second floor is a normal distance. Twenty miles is already the best in the same rank, twenty-five miles. That's a genius, thirty miles, oh my God, rare, ancient geniuses. Yan Ran's face changed, and his eyes flashed with a sparkling light.

The old saint looked at Yan Ran as if he didn't feel anything, without expression or surprise, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.

"I've seen Yan Guanshi", when Yan Ran was still delusional, Mo Ye had already come to Yan Ran's side. A deep bow.

"Oh, little one, yes, it's so quick to get to the second floor of Agility." Yan Ran smiled knowingly.

"Thank you for the cultivation of strict stewardship, just now for the sake of completeness, it affected the practice of strict stewardship, please forgive the sin."

"It's okay, just look at the stone library, and I'll be happy."

"Strict management, you see this is the white tea I brought from my hometown, I have always wanted to give it to you, you see ......." The old priest's eyelids jumped. "The white tea in Puppet Creek City, such a precious tea for a good boy, you hide it tightly, I don't even smell it with such a good nose, and now I use it to slap the horse."

"Oh, white tea, I really haven't heard of it, the old saint goes, where do you taste it."

When the old saint heard the music, he said, "Steward, please." glared at Mo Ye fiercely, "Stinky boy, if you don't give me white tea, I won't teach you to peep at the soul, I see if you let blood or not."

Mo Ye pretended not to see it, and ran to the front to open the magic door. The three of them entered the house, "Old saint, please do it." Yan Ran giggled, it seems that there has been no shortage of old saints to drink tea in the past few decades.

The old saint smiled, "Strictly steward and wait."

With a wave of his left hand, the old priest appeared on the table with a full set of tea sets. Mo Xie was stunned for a moment. When he was in the mortal world, Mo Xie often drank tea, and he also knew a little about various tea utensils, but he didn't think that the old guy actually had tea utensils in Ningcheng Yipinlou. Mo Ye's eyes turned around, no wonder the old guy always asked about his puppet realm, it turned out that this person was also from the Shangqiu country of the puppet realm, and it was likely that his hometown was in Ningcheng, otherwise it would be impossible to save the tea utensils of Ningcheng Yipinlou.

Mo Xie stared carefully at the tea order of the old sage, the technique was skillful, the tea rhyme was beautiful, and between the swaying, the tea fragrance was elegant, and the charm was full. Could it be that this person used to be a tea boy in the puppet realm, where is Mo Ye, and he kept figuring out where the old saint came from. The old saint glanced at Mo Ye, the little guy was really thoughtful, and he had eight seals and a bad brain.

Ah, the old priest suddenly placed the dancing tea-vessel on the table. It seemed to be very light, but a small drop of tea beads the size of a millet drop flew out, poof, and slapped on Mo Ye's face. "Ah" Mo Xie hurriedly wiped his burning face, and all the gossip thoughts immediately flew out of the clouds. His face immediately turned red, and then he remembered that at such a close distance, the old saint and Yan Ran could sense their thoughts. Hurriedly lowered his head and rubbed his face embarrassedly. Yan Ran lowered his head sharply, pressed his lips lightly, and almost laughed. What Mo Xie thought, what the old saint did, Yan Ran naturally saw it in his eyes. I just didn't have to laugh out loud.

I saw the teacup that the old saint lightly placed on the table, and a circle of mist rose and slowly dispersed from small to large, and bursts of fragrance rushed into the hearts and lungs of the three people. "Ah, it's such a good tea, you can feel it without drinking it." Yan Ran praised softly.

"Strict management please".

Yan Ran gently picked up the teacup and sniffed it again. After taking a few deep breaths, he smiled and sighed. I couldn't stop nodding.

"Little holy friend, the tea in your hometown is really good."

Mo Xie smiled. "Strict management, good tea, better people in the hometown".

"Is it"?

"Yes, strict management, such a good tea, such a good person if there is something to help."

"Of course", hehehe, Yan Ranle, little guy, wait for me here. Gently sipping the tea, he looked at Mo Ye with a smile. Wait for Mo Xie to continue.

"Strict stewardship, I know that you have a good heart, like to help the weak and eliminate the strong, you see I have a friend who is suffering in the mine, I don't know if I can help say a word, you move your fingers, she will be grateful to Yan Guan even if she dies."

"I said that you little guy, you ran to my mountain to break through the bottleneck, and gave me expensive and good tea, it turns out that your careful eye is here. No problem today I'm happy, say, what's his name".

"Thank you for being in charge of things" Mo Xie didn't say, salute first, and this matter will be done nine times out of ten. "His name is Rao Su, and there is another one named Chang Ye."

"This ......", "This little guy, if it is one person, I really have no problem to say, two people are really not easy to do, because now the mining in the mine has reached a critical period, not to mention one less person, it is to hurt one, and the senior brother is sad for several days." So let's think about it. Will you get back tomorrow"?

"Don't dare, don't dare, please be strict and be careful."

The three of them quietly sipped tea for a while. Yan Ran got up and left the phantom house, and disappeared when he went out.

The old saint looked at Yan Ran after disappearing. before turning around and walking into the house. Slowly sit at the table and sip tea.

Mo Ye sat at the table and kept rolling his eyes, "Old Sage, you see that I have broken through the second layer of the Agility, you see what we said before ......."

"Ah, what's the matter, I can't remember." The old priest rubbed his temples and frowned.

"Hehehe, old saint, you see I don't have much tea, just now in order to save my friend, all the blood money was used, that's all." Saying that, Mo Xie took out a small bag from his bosom and sent it to the old saint.

The old saint looked at it for a long time with a fascination in his eyes, "Oh, this thing is easy to do, so let's let me think about it, will I give you an answer tomorrow?" After speaking, he disappeared in a flash, and the tea utensils on the table were gone.

Mo Ye was angry, his eyes were staring at the door of the old saint. As soon as he raised his hand, he stopped the tea in his hand in his mouth, snapped, and put his hand heavily on the table. Reaching out to grab the teapot, Mo Ye took his hand back. When I looked down, the teapot was long gone, leaving only a small stove burning coals. "It's ......".

The old saint was sitting in his room at this time, holding a teacup in one hand and a teapot in the other, with his face full of color, tasting carefully.

Mo Ye sat in the empty hall, staring dryly, but there was no way. I don't have a spar now, and even if I do, I can't get out. The only hope is to rely on this old saint to give a little residual skill, if the old saint is offended, let alone learn any holy arts, maybe the future will not be easy.

Mo Xie shook his head and thought that he was too unlucky, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention a smart person like Mo Xie. Mo Xie slowly took out a large bag of white tea leaves from his arms and put it on the table, just about to get up and go back to the house.

The old priest abruptly stopped the teacup that was in his mouth and took two deep inhales. "Stinky boy, count you as a real thing" appeared in the hall in a flash. Stretched out his hand and took the big tea bag that Mo Xie had just placed on the table into his hand, and looked at Mo Ye with a smile. "The little one will come to me tomorrow night".

"How can it be better than a dog's nose". Mo Xie hurriedly turned around and bowed deeply to the old saint. "Thank you, the old saint". (To be continued......)