King of the Fairy City

The...immortal in the hearts of middle- and low-level monks!

Ye Mo was slightly startled when he heard the words of the middle-aged monk in the alchemy stage, surprised by his sudden popularity.

Immediately, Ye Mo reacted and secretly laughed that he was distracted for a moment because of a subjective word from a middle-level monk. After all, this was just the subjective thought of a middle-aged monk in the pill formation stage and could not represent the numerous middle- and low-level monks in the world.

But then, Ye Mo thought... What if this is not an exaggeration?

If he is really so popular, he will have an amazing power invisibly. By using this power, he may be able to do many things, such as... make the family faction fearful? Or bring these people together and do something even more amazing?

Middle and low-level monks, leaving aside the low-level monks among these monks, the monks in the Dan-formation stage may have been the mainstay of the sect's power in the past, but that is not the case now. They are not much different from the Qi-refining and foundation-building monks. They are all poor creatures with insufficient talents and qualifications.

The counterattack army!

Ye Mo's thoughts suddenly jumped to the Kunpeng Divine Sect, and he thought about it quickly in his mind. Not to mention these middle and low-level monks, even the most powerful ones like the Moon Demon God, she, who was born in an ordinary seaweed, was not valued by the Kunpeng Divine Sect. On the contrary, the desire to kill him became even stronger. This shows how extreme the Kunpeng Divine Sect is.

And he obviously belongs to this category, as do countless middle- and low-level monks in the world. In this case, if he is really that popular, he may be able to use this to unite these people and form... Kyushu Counterattack military?

For a moment, Ye Mo was a little excited.

In today's era, one cannot run rampant without cultivation and powerful magical powers. Without the support of forces, a single person cannot deal with a behemoth like the Kunpeng Divine Sect.

As compiled by storytellers, becoming one of the strongest people in the world, making powerful forces fearful and even afraid to provoke him. Such a thing cannot happen to the Kunpeng Shenzong.

The Kunpeng Divine Sect has a long history and huge power, and it is inevitable that it spans ancient and modern times. They themselves represent the ultimate in the power of a single person and the power of a force.

Although the Kunpeng Divine Sect may not still have powerful monks like the Three Emperors, Three Emperors and the God of War, the number of the most powerful ones alone is enough to make all the major forces look up to them.

Let’s do the math, how many princes have there been in the history of Kunpeng Shenzong? Some of these princes have disappeared, but some have not disappeared. Up to now, how many princes are left?

Every time he thought about this, Ye Mo knew that even if he reached the peak of power, he would never be able to fight against Kunpeng Shenzong alone.

The bloodline of numerous princes from the four tribes, the bloodline of the top princes, the four tribes... Unless I can become an immortal, how can I deal with a group of powerful people?

Although mid-level and low-level monks lack qualifications, there is nothing they can do about it. He has no way to solve it now, and there may not be one in the future, but after all, this is a force that cannot be ignored. What he wants is just a momentum. .

Moreover, the situation is becoming more and more complicated now. When the complexity reaches the extreme, the situation will gradually become clearer. Ye Mo has a hunch that this Kyushu counterattack army will be of great use by then.

Thinking of this, Ye Mo quickly spread his brows, with a warm smile on his eyebrows, and smiled at the middle-aged monk in the pill formation stage: "You didn't lie to me?"

"The junior will never dare to deceive the senior. If there is any lie in every word, the junior will never make any progress in his cultivation in this life and will fall under the catastrophe."

The middle-aged monk in the alchemy stage said in fear.

"It's a trivial matter, why bother saying such things? In that case, I have something to ask you for help."

Ye Mo waved his hands and said with a pretended expression on his face.

The middle-aged monk in the pill-forming stage felt relieved when he saw that Ye Mo believed him. Then he heard Ye Mo ask him for help, his face showed ecstasy, and his expression became more and more excited: "Don't you dare to help, if you have anything, just ask me, ancestor" "The younger generation will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"You don't have to go through fire and water, you just need to release some news for me."

Ye Mo said, raised his hand and patted the storage bag, took out a light blue jade slip, put it on his forehead and closed his eyes.

Not long after, Ye Mo took off the jade slip, handed it to the middle-aged monk in the alchemy stage, and said: "It doesn't matter if you spread it out, make it into notices, jade slips, or spread gossip. The important thing is to let all living beings in the world know it." You know, can you do it?”

"All living things in the world?"

The middle-aged monk in the alchemy stage had a male look on his face, and finally hesitantly asked: "Ancestor, can this junior take a look at the contents of the jade slip?"

Ye Mo nodded. The middle-aged cultivator soldier in the alchemy stage was not polite. His consciousness entered the jade slip and he quickly read it.

After just a moment, the middle-aged monk in the alchemy stage took back his spiritual consciousness with excitement and shock on his face, looked at Ye Mo in disbelief, and said as if he was worshiping a god: "Old, ancestor... the contents in the jade slip are all true. ?”

"All experiences and information are true. Some cannot be disclosed, so they have not been disclosed. It is still the same sentence in the jade slip. Whether it is true or not, any monk is welcome to test it."

Ye Mo looked calm.

The middle-aged monk in the alchemy stage looked increasingly excited. He hesitated and took out a green jade slip and a translucent crystal ruler.

Ye Mo laughed when he saw this crystal ruler. He was very familiar with this thing. When he measured his qualifications for the first time, he was still a rookie who was very unfamiliar with the world of immortality. What he measured at that time was Each system has more than 20 points of spiritual root potential, and the final result is more than 110 points.

Of course, this is impossible. The "Heavenly Ruler" of that dog-skinned Taoist priest has been through countless hands, and its quality is poor, so there are errors in the measurement. To be precise, it is 20 points of spiritual root potential for each system, and the distribution is extremely even.

Ye Mo did not hesitate to raise his hand and hold the Heavenly Ruler.

The quality of this Heavenly Ruler is obviously very good. As soon as Ye Mo held it, it burst out with strands of bright golden color, and the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage also hurriedly input mana into the cyan jade slip. Suddenly, a faint hazy green light enveloped Ye Mo in it and began to record everything.

"The gold system is one point, two points, three points... fourteen, this..."

The middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage was well prepared, but he was also shocked at this moment. He was confused by the scene in front of him, looking at Ye Mo stupidly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He thought that this ancestor had at least 20 points of spiritual root potential, which was considered to be the level of ordinary cultivators. Who would have thought that the result was only fourteen points of gold spiritual root potential!

At this time, the measuring ruler emitted a wisp of green again and began to rise little by little.

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage showed joy on his face, and hurriedly put his head close to count again. After all, the data just now was too scary. With fourteen points of spiritual root potential, he could actually suppress the first saint of the Southern Demon. This was too incredible. Not to mention him, even other creatures in the world doubted it and suspected that it was taken over by some reincarnated person.

"Wood spiritual root, one point, two points, three points... fourteen points again!"

The middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage looked weird, but at least it looked better.

Well, not bad, how come it has reached the level of ordinary cultivators, right, it seems that this senior is a five-element cultivator? Or how many elements? Maybe one of them is quite good?

Thinking of this, seeing another magic light coming out of the measuring ruler, the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage counted again, but after counting, the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage could no longer hold back.

Five systems, a full five systems, without exception, all have fourteen points of spiritual root potential, which is as average as it can be, as if it was specially adjusted by some secret method, which is too incredible.

However, the light of the law system is still blooming, and the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage has no time to think about other things, and bury his head in counting again!

In the end, this middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage was completely confused. He felt that since he entered the world of immortal cultivation, the worldview that has gradually formed and become more and more solid is constantly collapsing.

The five systems have fourteen points of spiritual root potential each, a total of seventy points of spiritual root potential, and the three systems of wind, ice and thunder have ten points each.

To be honest, this kind of spiritual root is as useless as it can be. Each system cannot reach the level of ordinary cultivators, but these eight systems add up to a perfect limit of one hundred points of spiritual roots. This kind of situation, the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage has never heard of it, let alone seen it.

"Old, old ancestor... do we really need to send this out?"

The middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage was now a little nervous. He really couldn't imagine what the outside world would react to if such a result was spread out.

"If you can spread it to the world, spread it out. If you can't do it, don't do it."

Ye Mo smiled faintly.

"Yes!"

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage said.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Ye Mo patted the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage on the shoulder, which made him excited again.

Under the guidance of the middle-aged cultivator in the Jindan stage, Ye Mo finally found Ji Rushang. Afterwards, the two fought in a secret place unknown to anyone.

No one knew the result of this battle. They only knew that Ji Rushang later made a great progress and truly reached the combat power of twenty-five rounds, becoming the first person in the Yuanying generation of the Xiancheng Alliance in the true sense.

However, he did not fight with Ye Mo again, so no one could know who was stronger between the two of them.

After the duel, Ye Mo and Ji Rushang came to the small building where Ji Rushang lived alone. The building had red walls and green tiles, and the eaves were high and elegant.

The building was surrounded by a green bamboo forest. The bamboos stood in groups in the forest, gathering into a sea. Every wisp of air was filled with the fragrance of green bamboo, which seemed particularly quiet and calmed people's hearts and minds.

Entering the small building, the two climbed the stairs and came to the second floor of the tea house.

As the name suggests, the tea house is a place for drinking and tasting tea, but it seems much more professional. The huge second floor is filled with tea sets that are either fresh, strange, delicate, or grand, as well as cans of top-quality spiritual tea and ordinary rough tea.

There is a small room in the depths, which is not small. Inside, spiritual spring water is stored and sealed with strange stones and magic tools, and there are many varieties that are incredible.

On the balcony of the corridor outside the teahouse, there is an ancient seven-stringed zither, and next to it is a jade flute, amber in color, warm in color, without any decoration, simple to the extreme.

Motioning Ye Mo to sit down, Ji Rushang glanced at Ye Mo, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then turned to get the tea set and spiritual spring.

After placing the tea set, Ji Rushang waved his robe sleeves, and a censer not far away began to emit curling white smoke.

Rinse the tea set, fill the spiritual spring, light a fire and boil water...

The movements are as smooth as flowing water. Although simple, they make people feel so natural and comfortable. Obviously, Ji Rushang has done it more than a thousand times.

"Brother Ji said that he not only likes to taste tea, but also likes to play the piano and flute?"

Ye Mo was surprised. He didn't expect that Ji Rushang would have such a hobby with his personality.

"I am only good at playing the flute and have a rough understanding of the piano. I can't say I like it. I prefer to drink tea while listening to the piano."

Ji Rushang's eyes always stayed on the kettle.

"Then this zither..."

Ye Mo felt even more strange.

"That belonged to my Taoist partner, but she has already died."

Ji Rushang looked calm as usual, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated.

Ye Mo looked strange, but he didn't say much. He waited for the spring water to boil. The two of them were silent for a while, with only the rustling sound of the bamboo forest outside the building being blown by the wind.

Soon, the spring water was boiled. At this time, Ji Rushang took a small can of tea leaves, picked up a small handful with his fingers, and let it fall into the boiling water. He began to boil it. After an incense stick, he reduced the heat and boiled it for a quarter of an hour. Finally, Ji Rushang picked up the teapot, poured out two cups of tea, and then took a cup and began to taste it.

Ye Mo didn't care. He took another cup of tea and prepared to taste it. At this time, his expression suddenly changed. He looked up and looked at Ji Rushang in surprise, feeling unbelievable.

Ji Rushang's expression remained the same, but crystal liquid continued to flow out of his eyes, passing across his face and dripping into the tea.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Ye."

Ji Rushang raised his hand and waved it across his face, and immediately returned to normal, but it was obvious that Ji Rushang's heart was not calm at the moment, and his eyes were dull.

Ye Mo's eyes showed thought, and he soon figured out the reason. He continued to drink tea with his head down, took a sip gently, and savored the taste of the tea carefully. Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Ji, you are practicing wrongly. Cutting off the seven emotions and six desires is not the real way, at least not the right way. You want to cut it off, but have you really cut it off?"

Hearing this, some light gathered in Ji Rushang's eyes.

"Your skills are similar to the "Zuowang Sutra". Both are very biased extreme ways. I don't know if there is a future in such a fairy path. At least I have given up... Of course, I am me. Brother Ji, how you choose depends on yourself. Ye's words are all here."

Ye Mo has practiced the "Zuowang Sutra" and was deeply touched by it, so he sincerely advised Ji Rushang.

Ji Rushang didn't say much, but was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, drank the spiritual tea in the cup in one gulp, and then rinsed it with spiritual spring water before pouring more spiritual tea.

"I invited you here to discuss something with you. Recently, a secret treasure has been discovered in the Ghost Moon Mountains on the western battlefield. After investigation, the alliance reconnaissance monks found that this was the place where a Duobao God Lord sat and transformed seven thousand years ago. This Duobao God Lord's life can be said to be a legend. His good luck and opportunities made the strongest jealous. His treasures and magic weapons attracted countless monks to covet, but he disappeared mysteriously in the end. I didn't expect him to sit and transform here... The demon clan has already broken the outer formation and got some opportunities. Do you... go?"

Ji Rushang poured the tea, and after he finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly, without looking at Ye Mo's reaction, as if he had known Ye Mo's choice long ago. Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net