Xian Miao does not want to fly

Jingyan Small Secret Realm is located ten miles south of Chunjiang Town. This is a relatively barren secret realm. It used to be rich in the early stage, but the slightly valuable things in it have been searched by various cultivators. Now there are only big ones left in it. Chunks of rock and gravel.

It turned into a desert without any signs of life.

No, it cannot be said that there are no signs of life.

Qiao Mo looked at the clump of potato pear grass in front of him, which was the only spiritual grass that could grow in this environment.

Today's Jingyan Secret Realm has ushered in its busiest time in the past century.

Su Jing and Yuan Sijie confronted each other with their swords, and the surrounding sword cultivators gave them enough room to use their swords.

Qiao Mo's eyes wandered around among these people, but he didn't see the people from the aristocratic sect in the morning, they were all casual cultivators.

Presumably it was during the day that Su Jing was very angry, and he didn't want to join him anymore.

Qiao Mo didn't understand why human beings would be angry because of a title, especially in the cultivation world where strength is the most important thing.

But without those aristocratic sects who put on airs, the atmosphere here is much more lively than in the morning.

"The main thing is to learn from each other, and the two will stop as soon as possible."

Hearing this voice surprised Qiao Mo, Chen Ming actually came.

He stood up, dexterously shuttled between the pairs of long legs, slowly wagging his tail and squeezed to the front row to squat down, his tail wrapped around his body to cover his paws.

Yuan Sijie held on to a purplish red sword and smiled: "Su Jiansheng gave up ten tricks to the young master of the Su family, so how many tricks are you going to give up to me, a weak girl?"

Su Jing asked back: "I thought the meaning of today's discussion with Yuan Daoyou was that he hoped to discuss swordsmanship with me through tricks. Am I wrong?"

Originally, Yuan Siwan wanted to tease Su Jing by virtue of his gender. Most men would take pity on him or make fun of him and say something nice, but this Su Jing in front of him was so puzzled.

The corners of the rosy lips were flattened for a moment in displeasure, but they were raised again quickly.

Yuan Simo drew out his spirit sword and said to Su Jing, "Then, I ask Sword Master Su to enlighten me."

There is no suspense in this exchange.

Yuan Simo was not Su Jing's opponent at all.

While fighting with her, Su Jing was able to easily point out the problems of her every move and style.

"This stabbing movement is too soft, and the spiritual power has not kept up."

"Liuyun Feibao should have sent spiritual power into the spirit sword during the second form."

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, you should practice more basic body skills."

At the beginning, Yuan Siwan could still have a gentle smile on her face, but after Su Jing's merciless "pointing", her face was already able to drip water gloomyly, and her moves also changed from the beginning. Orderly becomes chaotic.

"...that's too straightforward."

"But it's the questions."

"The master of the Red Accord is not as useless as he said?"

"Su Jiansheng didn't say that he was useless, he just picked out the shortcomings and didn't talk about the advantages."

Qiao Mo was a little bored listening to the surrounding discussions. The orange cat, who was stupefied before, now lay on its front paws and yawned.

Suddenly, a small fragrance penetrated into his nose, and the pink nose moved a few times, the fragrance was faintly visible, as if he had smelled it somewhere, but when he sniffed it carefully, there was nothing there.

The cat's tail patted the ground impatiently. This familiar but unremembered feeling made him very irritable.

There was a sound of "Zheng -" and there was an uproar around.

Qiao Mo looked up and found that Yuan Sijie's sword had fallen to the ground not far from her, and it seemed that it was picked off by Su Jing.

Yuan Simo's complexion was not good, while Su Jing frowned.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan," Su Jing said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to compete with me, you can just say so."

A sword cultivator even had his own spirit sword knocked off.

Yuan Simo's face turned red, she seemed a little embarrassed, and seemed to be suppressing something.

She closed her eyes, stretched out her hand, and the spirit sword flew back into her hand from the ground.

"Sorry," Yuan Sijie said, "I'm not in a good state today, I'm a little nervous, so I'll come here first, thank you Sword Saint Su for your enlightenment."

Yuan Simo can be regarded as the master of the sect, there is absolutely no reason to be nervous in this kind of sparring.

But Su Jing became a little impatient, he said: "Since this is the case, is there anyone else who wants to compete?"

Something was wrong with Su Jing, Qiao Mo sat up, he felt that Su Jing's current mood was a bit problematic.

No, it's not just him and Su Jing.

Qiao Mo looked around at the people around, and found that the faces of those sword masters who were originally in high spirits were more or less impatient.

"Su Jiansheng, I want to compete with you."

Qiao Mo turned his head to look, it was Chen Ming? !

If Yuan Simo and Su Jing's sparring is still worth watching, then Chen Ming's level and Su Jing don't need to see anything at all.

Chen Ming's cultivation has just reached the level of being able to enter the Sword Cultivation Competition. This level is comparable to Su Jing, a sword master. Su Jing doesn't even need to use his sword.

But Su Jing still agreed, and seriously drew out his sword.

"Who is this?"

"It seems to be a casual cultivator who is close to Su Jiansheng."

"How is his cultivation?"

"As far as I know, it shouldn't be."

"Then what's there to see..."

"Except for those who are at Su Xu's level, as long as we are here now, whoever fights with Su Jing is worth watching."

"It's true...then let's go out, there is nothing to see around, there are so many people and it's a bit boring."

Many people began to leave this secret realm sparsely, Su Jing didn't care, just focused on dealing with Chen Ming's moves, and pointed out the problems with Chen Ming's moves.

There were fewer and fewer people, and in the end there were only Su Jing, Chen Ming, and Qiao Mo who was squatting aside.

Yuan Simo left early with the first wave of people going out, as if she didn't remember at all that it was she who proposed this discussion.

"That's enough," Su Jing blocked Chen Ming's move irritably, picked him out a dozen meters away, and watched him fall to the ground in embarrassment, "What are you trying to do by dragging me here? It's gone, can you tell me?"

There was a trace of blood dripping from the corner of Chen Ming's mouth. He wiped the blood away with his hands, grinning ferociously, and said eccentrically, "What's the matter, Great Sword Master Su? I just want your advice!"

Su Jing sneered: "It seems that Chen Daoyou failed to enter Ming Huazong."

Hearing the words "Ming Huazong", Chen Ming's eyes turned cold, and he said sullenly, "Su Jing, I, Chen Ming, think that I treat you well, why do you humiliate me like this?!"

Su Jing didn't understand: "Humiliation? Why do you say that?"

"You know Minghuazong wants you! But you pushed me over!"

Su Jing smiled: "Didn't you say you want to go to Ming Huazong?"

"Su Jing!" Chen Ming said angrily, "Don't pretend to be ignorant! Only when you enter the Minghua Sect and become the master of a peak, can I follow you and become a member of the Minghua Sect. If you don't go, you push me over. Don't you embarrass me?!"

"But I said at the beginning that I don't want to go to any of these three sects. I was a casual cultivator before, and I will be a casual cultivator in the future. I will not join any sect."

"You are so pure!" With a wave of the sword in Chen Ming's hand, countless gravel and rocks were lifted up, "Which casual cultivator doesn't want to join the sect? Don't want to have a backer?!"

Su Jing looked at him indifferently: "I entered Taoism because of the sword, not because of the sect. Whether I have a sect or not will not affect my swordsmanship."

Chen Ming laughed back angrily, and put his sword away: "Okay! You, Su Jing, are devoted to the way of swordsmanship, and you are not the same as us mediocre swordsmen who have sharpened their heads to get into the sect. Let's leave now! I want to see you How far can the way of the sword go!"

Su Jing also took back the blue spirit sword in his hand.

When Chen Ming was about to leave the secret realm, he said, "You dragged me for so long just to say these things?"

Chen Ming snorted coldly, left the secret realm without answering.

Su Jing stood there, feeling his feet being pulled twice.

He lowered his head, bent down to pick up the orange cat, pinched his paws, and said with some puzzlement: "I thought they could play an interesting play for me tonight, but this is the end?"

"Meow~" the orange cat yawned, and then yawned.

Su Jing looked at the sky already full of stars, and rubbed the cat's head: "You said why you are so sleepy as a cat at night, didn't you say that night owls get more noisy the later they go?"

The orange cat stretched out his hand to scratch him, but he held his paw with a smile, and shook his fluffy and fleshy body in his arms.

"Let's go, go back to rest and prepare to leave."

Qiao Mo followed Su Jing back to Chunjiang Huayueye. He thought they would leave Chunjiang Town just like that, but Su Jing patted his head and said he was a little dizzy. He wanted to take a rest and leave in the morning.

As soon as the words fell, Su Jing fell on the carved wooden bed.

Qiao Mo realized that something was wrong, he immediately jumped onto the bed, and put his claws on Su Jing's wrist.

In the past two days, Su Jing's spiritual veins have been gradually being repaired. The situation has improved since the end of the Sword Cultivation Competition, but it still hasn't fully recovered. Although he didn't use much effort tonight, he did lose his spiritual power The sword was used, so the spiritual meridian that should have recovered was slightly damaged, but to a certain extent, the problem should not be serious.

However, now Qiao Mo looked at Su Jing with a solemn expression.

He felt the devilish energy in Su Jing's spiritual veins.

The insignificant devilish energy was slowly increasing the damage to his spiritual veins.

But Qiao Mo couldn't figure it out. There was no magic cultivator or anything related to magic energy in Chunjiang Town. Where did this magic energy come from?

"Su Jing's spiritual vein has been greatly damaged now, and if his spiritual vein is injured, he will easily breed demons. There are many things that can make a person with a damaged spiritual vein breed demons."

Su Xu's words suddenly echoed in Qiao Mo's ears.

Devil? !

The potato and pear grass in the secret realm of Jingyan, the scent that seems to be absent, and Yuan Sijie and Chen Ming who is procrastinating for time.

It all fits together!

Suddenly there was a sound at the door, Qiao Mo jumped out of bed vigilantly, found a hidden corner to hide, and watched the door vigilantly.

"Fellow Daoist Su?" Chen Ming's voice sounded softly, "Have you rested yet? I want to apologize, but I wonder if it's convenient for me to come in now?"

The author has something to say: Thank you "Vest One" little angel for the nutrient solution!