World of Cultivation

"Where are we?" Chun Yucheng curiously put his head out of the boat and continued to sneak underwater for more than three months. The three of them were all bored.

"Little Mountain Realm." Zuo Mo said with some uncertainty. None of them had been to Xiaoshan Realm, and they didn't pay attention to the information about Xiaoshan Realm at all.

The fresh air made the three people suddenly feel enlightened. They all put their heads out of the cabin and breathed greedily.

On both sides of the river are continuous mountain peaks.

But soon, all three of them shut up, and they stared blankly at the mountains on both sides.

There were scorched earth, rubble, broken trees and debris everywhere, and corpses and pieces of clothing could be seen from time to time. The mountains that were once green and lush are now covered with green grass.

"It's not that miserable..." Chun Yucheng's voice sounded like he was sleepwalking.

Gongsun Cha was the first to react. His face was not very good, and he lowered his head as if to say to himself: "The war has begun."

Zuo Mo just looked at it, not knowing what to say. This area must have experienced fierce battles. Thinking of the demon army above Huangmu Reef, Zuo Mo knew who did this without having to guess. I couldn't help but feel a little fear in my heart. If I couldn't escape, I was afraid that I would end up like this.

"Let's be careful, it's probably not safe along the way."

Zuo Mo and Gongsun Chai looked at each other and noticed the worry in each other's eyes.

The jujube seed boat flies into the sky and rides on the wind.

"Where are we going?" Gongsun Cha asked a very practical question.

"We can only take one step at a time." Zuo Mo's face was expressionless, but his voice was full of helplessness: "We are not familiar with Xiaoshan Realm. First find someone to ask where the other boundary rivers in Xiaoshan Realm are."

"Are there still people in the small mountain world?"

Gongsun Cha's words made Zuo Mo choke involuntarily. He turned his face and saw the normal expression on Gongsun Cha's feminine face. For some reason, a chill came out of his heart.

His first reaction was that he would never bully Junior Brother Gongsun in the future.

This guy is definitely ruthless.

But Zuo Mo is obviously not a good person: "Then our days are over, let's wait for others to come back and clean up."

Gongsun Chai smiled and said nothing, holding his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fortunately, they were not tricked by Gongsun's message. On the third day, they met a living cultivator. But seeing the scuffle still going on, Zuo Mo had no choice but to say: "Let's wait a little longer." The Zaohe Ship huddled in the clouds, secretly peeping at the fierce battle below.

Two groups of cultivators were fighting each other, and magic weapons and flying swords were flying all over the sky.

Most of this group of people are in the Pulse Condensation Stage, and only a few are in the Foundation Establishment stage. Chun Yucheng only looked at it for a while, then turned back to think about the problem of feeding. He was not interested in killing. Zuo Mo and Gongsun Cha were so bored that they yawned.

"Would you like to play chess again?" Gongsun Cha asked.

Zuo Mo glanced at it and shook his head: "Forget it, let's do business first."

Gongsun Cha is now the most powerful combatant among them.

Over the past three months, this militant has improved at an alarming rate, becoming more sophisticated in his command. Countless spiritual beasts suffered disaster along the way, and with the three golden-armored guards in his hands, they were like gods and ghosts. Of course, Zuo Mo's pockets were greatly enriched by this.

They had seen the powerful demon army, the powerful underwater spirit beasts represented by the moon-eyed mysterious water beast, and especially the gorgeous performances of the three golden armored guards under Junior Brother Gongsun every day. The fierce battle in front of them really made them not interested at all.

After thinking about it, Zuo Mo decided not to wait any longer: "Go and ask them to stop."

"Okay." Gongsun Cha obviously couldn't muster the slightest energy for an opponent of this level. The two of them seemed to have completely forgotten that one of them was a Pulse Condenser and the other was a Foundation Builder, while most of the two groups below were Pulse Condensers.

The three golden-armored guards standing silently behind Gongsun Chai, leaning on their swords, moved and disappeared.

Ma Fan carefully kept a distance from the opponent. The best range for his attack was between fifty feet and one hundred feet. At this distance, his sword technique can exert its maximum power.

Compared with most practitioners,

He was lucky. By chance, he got an incomplete sword art. This sword art has no name and a lot of content is missing, but it is this incomplete sword art that allows him to live until now.

What a hassle!

He controlled the rhythm carefully, glancing at the situation of his companions around him from the corner of his eye. Fortunately, the situation of this group of people was not too bad, and he felt a little relieved. Before that, he had been walking alone until the last time the demon army crossed the border and witnessed the battle without suspense. He then understood that it was impossible for a person to survive in this troubled world.

He joined the current small team. Is this his first fight since joining the team? He didn't quite remember that the demon army had left, and the order in the small mountain world had collapsed into chaos.

Suddenly, he caught sight of three golden lights from the corner of his eye!

There's an ambush! He was horrified, and immediately turned around and ran away without hesitation. He stepped on his feet, and his whole person was shrouded in a bunch of phantoms.

The phantom body technique you rely on to save your life!

The opponent who was sixty feet away from him suddenly lost his opponent. He looked stunned and confused about the situation.

Three golden lights, like three sharp arrows, plunged into the melee of people.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of intensive blows, like rain hitting banana trees, fell on Ma Fan's ears as he turned around and flew wildly, making his scalp numb.

This is trouble!

He was quite confident in his speed. Although the sword techniques he practiced were incomplete, the most powerful ones were the phantom body technique and the three sword techniques. The phantom body technique has saved his life several times. He was secretly glad that he had some spare energy, otherwise he would have been in trouble today.

While I was thinking about it, the pounding sound in my ears like a rainstorm suddenly stopped.

A strong sense of danger emerged from his heart, not good!

Zhila!

A golden figure seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him, so fast that he could hardly even see the person's face clearly.

Trouble!

He bent his feet and tried to escape in another direction.

Zhila!

Another golden figure appeared in front of him.

numb……

There was a roar from behind at the same time!

"I surrender!" He raised his hands simply.

But the other party obviously ignored him. He felt a pain in his neck, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt relieved that he was not dead yet. But when he fully opened his eyes, his heart that had just been relieved suddenly lifted up - the golden man!

He suddenly recalled what happened before he fell into coma.

This is really troublesome!

Only then did he see clearly what the golden man looked like. His whole body was covered in golden scales, and under the sun, the fine scales shone with layers of golden light, like golden water waves. The eyes revealed by the golden scale armor were cold and cold. Ma Fan did not hesitate. If he dared to make any move, the golden scale armor would definitely chop off his head with that exaggerated fiery red sword.

Wait, oh my God!

His pupils suddenly went out of focus for a brief moment.

The exaggerated fiery red sword was surrounded by flames. The golden-scaled armored man was leaning on the ground with his hands, and the soil around the tip of the sword was gradually turning black. Fourth grade! This is a fourth-grade sword!

Ma Fan has been working alone for such a long time and has a good understanding of the market conditions. He also has his own way of identifying magic weapons.

This big sword was of extraordinary quality, which didn't surprise him. Even with the terrifying golden scale armor on them, he wouldn't be surprised.

What surprised him was that the three of them...

No wonder people would catch up with him. The Thunderbolt Streaming Light Wing, which is said to be like a stream of light, is one of the most famous fourth-level flying magic weapons available on the market. It had appeared in his dreams countless times. With the thunderbolt flowing light wings and his phantom body technique, oh, he is confident that he can escape from any cultivator below the golden elixir!

His eyes glanced at the hand of the golden-scaled armored man leaning on the hilt of his sword. There was a small elephant embroidered on the light blue gloves, all-purpose gloves! The favorite of body-training practitioners, with it, you can tear apart tigers and leopards with your bare hands. His thoughts were in a trance, and his ears rang with the dense rain of critical strikes coming from behind his unconscious body.

Being pounded wildly by a guy wearing all-purpose gloves...

He shuddered and woke up.

But when his eyes glanced at the cold, emotionless snake eyes on the golden-scaled warrior's belt, he couldn't help but tighten again!

Snake Eye Belt!

…

His eyes unconsciously fell on the pair of feet closest to him. The pairing of the delicate boots and the shining golden scales was somewhat strange. However, when Ma Fan's eyes fell on the small sword on the shoe and the Big Dipper around it, there was only one thought in his mind

——Now we’re in trouble!

"Stop looking around and sit up."

A young-sounding voice came from behind him, and he quickly sat up.

He saw an expressionless face. His face was really expressionless, and his whole face seemed frozen. He had never seen such a weird face. With his thin body and paralyzed face, he looked like a zombie. However, this "zombie" was covered with expensive magic weapons, and Ma Fan suddenly woke up. He had heard that many seniors had various quirks and hobbies.

On the other hand, the young cultivator sitting next to this "zombie" is handsome and has a smile on his face, and he looks very approachable.

"What's your name?" the zombie asked.

"Ma Fan."

"trouble?"

Ma Fan, who had already anticipated the other party's reaction, quickly explained: "Sesame's Ma is mortal's."

"Oh." The zombie paused for a moment: "Why are you fighting?"

Zuo Mo pretended to be serious.

"Reporting to senior, they want to steal our spiritual valley." Ma Fan did not dare to hide it.

"Spiritual Valley?" Zuo Mo was surprised. He had supported his family by planting Linggu for several years, but he had never heard of anyone having a conflict over Linggu.

"Yes." Ma Fan was keenly aware of the disbelief in Zuo Mo's tone, and quickly explained: "Senior, I don't know something. Ever since the demon army passed through, for some reason, the spiritual energy in this world has gradually become thinner. Not only is it difficult to enter the realm for cultivation, I'm afraid After some time, the realm will most likely regress.”

Zuo Mo quickly used his spiritual energy and realized that, as Ma Fan said, the surrounding spiritual energy was very thin. He has magic marks on his body and will spontaneously absorb the spiritual energy in the air, but he has never discovered it. But Gongsun Chai was addicted to playing chess, Chun Yucheng was addicted to feeding, and Jin Jiawei didn't need to practice, so the group didn't notice any change in aura.

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