Soul Devouring Sword Master

It has to be, it is indeed a spiritual crystal vein, the spiritual energy is extremely rich, and it is perfect to practice on it.

In a blink of an eye, the two passed.

The command flag behind Lin Xiao released a sword-shaped light and shadow, indicating that this spiritual crystal mine had been occupied by Lin Xiao.

Uh-huh!

Lin Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

The fourth level of the Earth Spirit Realm!

It had to be said that the spiritual energy on this spiritual crystal vein was indeed rich, and even Lin Xiao felt that it was several times richer than the spiritual energy of low-grade spiritual crystals. With the help of the Spirit Swallowing Art, he finally achieved a smooth breakthrough.

With Lin Xiao's current fighting strength, if he fought Na Luo Fei again, he could be defeated within three moves.

If time were not limited, Lin Xiao would really want to study here all the time.

Tomorrow is the day when the battle for spiritual veins ends.

Come on, Lin Xiao now has three high-grade spiritual veins, one top-grade spiritual vein, and one spiritual crystal vein in his hands. In this inner court assessment, he must be the first.

In fact, even if there is only this spiritual crystal mine, it is enough.

The value of a spiritual crystal mine can even determine the lifeline of a sect, which shows its value. Otherwise, several major forces would not rush to grab it.

However, no one probably expected that this spiritual crystal vein would fall into Lin Xiao's hands.

This last step could not be wasted, and Lin Xiao quickly returned to practice.

However, not even an hour has passed.

Whoosh! Whoosh...

Several blasts of wind sounded, and several figures appeared in front of the spiritual crystal veins.

Lin Xiao opened his eyes and his expression changed. These people were actually disciples of the Sword Sect.

The leader was a young man with a bronze sword on his back. Seeing that Lin Xiao noticed them, this young man cupped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile, "Junior brother, I'm Mo Hai."

Several other young people also cupped their fists and saluted.

"Mo Hai?"

Lin Xiao frowned slightly and glanced at Mo Hai and others, "What's the matter?"

These people, who were strangers to Lin Xiao, suddenly appeared. Lin Xiao was naturally a little wary, even though they were all disciples of the Sword Sect.

"It's like this," Mo Hai said with a smile, "I didn't expect that your junior brother's combat power is so superb. Even the masters of Huangji Palace are no match for you. You actually captured this spiritual crystal vein. It's really amazing. Senior brother has to admire it. I--"

"Point."

Lin Xiao said directly, too lazy to listen to those polite words.

Mo Hai smiled awkwardly, and then said seriously, "Okay, I see that junior brother is a happy person, so I will go straight. Junior brother, I see that you are young and have extraordinary bearing, and I want to make friends with you. In the future in the Sword Sect, Everyone can take care of each other, and I hope my junior brother can give me some face."

Hearing this, Lin Xiao shook his head, "Sorry, with all due respect, Senior Brother Mo, we are strangers and don't know much about each other. It would be a bit hasty to make friends like this, so -"

"Son, Senior Brother Mo wants to call you a friend because he thinks highly of you. Senior Brother Mo's uncle is Elder Mo who is leading the team this time. Don't be disrespectful!"

Next to Mo Hai, a fat-headed young man scolded.

Suddenly, Lin Xiao frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed across his face. He thought there was nothing wrong with what he said.

He is not averse to making friends, as the old saying goes, one more friend means more paths, but he is not promiscuous either. When making friends, the first thing Lin Xiao looks at is character. However, he didn't know Mo Hai at all, so it was really inappropriate to make friends like this.

Moreover, this Mo Hai suddenly appeared for no reason and wanted to make friends with him. Lin Xiao always felt that the other party had a strong purpose, which was one of the reasons for his refusal.

However, what this fat-headed young man meant was that Mo Hai was flattering him by being friends with him. Is it great to have an uncle who is an elder? Should others be fawning over like dogs? Sorry, Lin Xiao doesn't care.

Although he was displeased, Lin Xiao didn't say anything and turned around and left.

Different road non-phase plan.

Seeing Lin Xiao turn and walk away, Mo Hai's eyes flashed with a cold look, but immediately he chased after him with a smile and said, "Junior brother, since you don't want to make friends, I won't force you to make things difficult. Let's do this, Senior brother admires you for killing so many Huangji Palace disciples, but you have given a sigh of relief to our Sword Sect. Now that you have obtained another spiritual crystal mine, you have a bright future. I drink this glass of wine to you. , I will leave without disturbing your Qingxiu."

Lin Xiao paused and turned around, only to see a bottle of wine appearing in Mo Hai's hand. Two wine glasses were filled, and Mo Hai looked at him with a smile on his face.

The other party was like this, and Lin Xiao was too embarrassed to refuse. He walked over, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp. "Thank you."

Mo Hai also drank it all in one gulp and said with a smile, "Okay, junior brother is indeed a generous person. Then senior brother will leave now."

Then, Mo Hai cupped his fists and saluted, then turned and left.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Mo Hai's eyes, and he waved his hand, "Do it!"

Uh-huh!

The other two people flashed and appeared in front of Lin Xiao in an instant, blasting out with a palm.

The first time Lin Xiao noticed the cold wind coming from behind, he immediately turned around and punched out.

However, the moment he took action, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

At this moment, the spiritual veins in his body seemed to be blocked, and the spiritual energy was not flowing smoothly. A punch could only exert 10% of its power.

But at this time, the two palm winds had arrived.