Chen Mo turned to look at her, her green hair was blowing in the wind, passing over Guan Qing's delicate face, which was like a purple begonia in bud on a twig, with its petals stretching out every inch of her skin. Looking up at her, the eyes of hope are full of love, and picking it up has become a kind of blasphemy at this time.
"Senior sister, you are beautiful." Chen Mo said in reply to the question.
"Someone once said that."
"Oh, really? Then this guy is lucky."
"Actually, you know who he is, don't you?" Wan Qing also retracted his gaze, and the light fog in the field of vision was blown away: "During the Fuyun Sect competition, he looked at you as if he was seeing the same kind of people. He and I After three years of knowing each other, I know exactly what this means."
Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, Wan Qing continued to mutter to herself: "In your or his eyes, beauty and ugliness are the same. As long as it blocks the road, no matter who she is, you will eradicate it without hesitation. , perhaps in your hearts, in order to build the foundation, form the elixir, or even go one step further to the Nascent Soul, it is the truth, and there is no need to be bound by any other emotions."
"Just like your current deception, I don't think that if you look at me frequently, even with admiring eyes, you have other thoughts about me. On the contrary, what you show is just what you want me to see, until At this moment, I still don’t know what kind of cultivator you are, but you are already trying to figure out my thoughts.”
Facing this series of narrations, Chen Mo could only respond with a wry smile. Everything she said was true. If she continued to pretend to be stupid, it would not only be humiliating her, but also herself.
The sound of running water in the distance lingers in my ears. At the end of the cloud water is a steep rock wall, with green silk and satin pouring down from top to bottom. The drop is as high as hundreds of feet. The water splashed when falling into the lake pool is reflected in the warm sun. It jumps illusively and lively under the reflection.
"Chen Mo, be my helper." Wan Qing suddenly said such a sentence, and while looking at him from the side, Chen Mo clearly noticed that the purple begonia was blooming more beautifully.
Chen Mo looked straight ahead and said in a calm tone: "Sister, do you mean on the Demonic Island?"
"It seems that Ye Lantian has really talked a lot with you." Wan Qing said with a hint of surprise.
"It's not just what he said. Anyone who has a little knowledge of the current world of cultivation will know that the battle between good and evil will happen sooner or later. In the Qi Refining Period, in this struggle with unknown results, he can only play a role in death. I think To truly determine the outcome, it still depends on the number of foundation-building monks on both sides.”
Wan Qing nodded and agreed with Chen Mo's remarks: "You are right, this is the same as the view of some alchemy masters in the sect. Because of this, they agreed to Senior Mo Yuan's plan , using all the resources of the cultivation world of the Seven Kingdoms to cultivate a group of foundation-building monks who can truly determine the outcome of the war. The top nine will not only be guaranteed by Senior Mo Yuan to enter the realm of pill formation, but will also enjoy high respect in the mainland. status."
"Tianyun Jiuzi..."
Chen Mo heard this title again. No matter when, he would be more shocked by this plan. What ability does this Nascent Soul monk named Mo Yuan have to compromise the complex sect situation of the Seven Kingdoms like this?
"Do you know Meng Qianqiu?" Wan Qing asked suddenly.
Chen Mo naturally said that he had heard of it, but then he saw her say: "Meng Qianqiu is the sincerity brought by senior Mo Yuan to various sects. A mere monk in the Qi refining period, under his several years of training, can rival dozens of people." We are of the same rank, but we are a group of foundation-building monks. Wouldn't this attract their attention?"
Chen Mo took a deep breath. He knew exactly how strong Meng Qianqiu was. He fought against eight on the Remnant Bridge and still showed no signs of decline in a short period of time. No one else might be able to do it better than her. Better.
It was not only the level of cultivation, but also an indescribable feeling. Every ray of spiritual power was used by her just right, as if it came naturally. Chen Mo secretly estimated in his heart that there were not three monks like Ye Lantian, or... More than ten top masters from each sect could not truly endanger her life.
As for ordinary cultivators at the peak of Qi refining, it is already a great gift to be able to survive three moves without being killed.
"Sister, it's too early to say this. Now we haven't even reached the realm of foundation building." Chen Mo poured a bucket of cold water on himself in time to wake up from the distant thoughts just now.
"Haha, you won't stand still." Wan Qing chuckled and said: "There are still two years left before the opening of Demonic Island, and it will not be too late for junior brother to make a decision by then."
At this time, Ye Yunqi's figure suddenly expanded from behind. Chen Mo looked back and looked intently. Not only him, but also the remaining six monks approached one after another and quickly shrank into a small group near the waterfall.
"Sister, there is someone in front of you!"
After being reminded by him, Chen Mo remembered to use his spiritual sense to check the front. He was too immersed in chatting with Wan Qing just now and didn't even pay much attention to the most basic warnings.
Wan Qing frowned slightly and said: "As expected, there are monks here. Let's land first and try to focus on talking. It would be too stupid to start a fight without even seeing the shadow of the soul-increasing pond."
"Everything depends on senior sister!"
Everyone spoke one after another, and Chen Mo also echoed in order not to be special.
The clear water lake of the waterfall was right at their feet. The nine people immediately landed on the other side of the river. They knew who the sect belonged to without asking. The spirit beasts playing in the lake and lake betrayed their identities.
The leader was a young man with a thin face. He roared a special musical scale at the spirit beasts. The group of playing spirit beasts suddenly became silent, and they all returned to their master obediently.
The remaining five disciples of the Beast Control Sect also looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Dare I ask you, friends, who do you belong to?" the young man said across the pond. Although his voice was not loud, it was enough for everyone in the Fuyun Sect to hear clearly.
"Wanqing of the Fuyun Sect, please tell me the name of my fellow Taoist!"
"It turns out to be Fellow Taoist Wan!" The young man's expression immediately softened: "I don't dare to ask for advice. I am Zhang Yongfei of the Beast Control Sect!"
Wan Qing was slightly curious and asked: "Who is Zhang Yonghan of your sect to you?"
"That's my brother!" Zhang Yongfei bowed his hands in greeting and said, "I often hear my brother mention Taoist friend Wan Guan's graceful appearance. Today, it seems that what he said is indeed true."
As soon as he heard the two people complimenting each other here, Chen Mo knew that they couldn't fight. The next step was Wan Qing and her complimenting each other. Then everyone crossed the river pool and kept a few feet apart, and the two began to talk to each other.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, why are you leading your fellow disciples here to feel confused? Could it be that the soul-increasing pool is not here?" Wan Qing was the first to ask her biggest doubt.
Zhang Yongfei smiled bitterly: "I'm not afraid of fellow Taoist Wan's jokes. Behind the waterfall is the soul-enhancing pond, but..."
Before he finished speaking, Wan Qing guessed what he wanted to say and said hesitantly: "How many cultivators are there?"
"Including the monks from Yungang Sect, Leiming Mountain, and Daxue Mountain, there are more than thirty people in total. We just took a cursory glance and quickly evacuated. Fortunately, they just wanted to quietly absorb the nutrients from the soul-enhancing pool. , and was not chased out."
Speaking of this, Zhang Yongfei showed a lingering look of fear. He wanted to retreat but was unwilling to do so. Breaking in was no different than risking death. He hesitated here, waiting for a large number of people to gather, and then drove out several sects in one fell swoop. , they came to enjoy the benefits of the soul-increasing pool.
But with the arrival of the nine people from Fuyun Sect, he really felt a little hope of the plan.
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