World of Cultivation

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"You ask him, what is the realm of the cultivation of the scars?"

The sudden opening of the Pu Yao, let Zuo Mo immediately aware of the impetuous mood of Pu Yao. I have been with Pu Yao for a long time, and some of the habits of Pu Yao, Zuo Mo gradually understand. Generally speaking, Pu Yao is a sneering attitude towards most things, but when faced with great help from him, he will not hide his urgent desire.

In this respect, Pu Yao is quite straightforward. Of course, most of the time, his directness is often not so easy to accept.

For example, he does not hide the hunger for the golden soul, and if, for example, Zuo Mo did not help him get the gold soul. Wait, there are countless pairs of small shoes waiting behind.

The threat of the Pu Yao is directly to the nakedness.

Zuo Mo deeply understands this. He coughs and pretends to pretend: "Where is your sorcerer cultivation?"

Cang Ze was shocked, and the other side knew the scar marks. The shock of Cangze was noticed by Nanxun on the side. She thought in her heart, is it a magic like "Southern Arrow"?

Adults are really mysterious!

Cang Ze stared at Zuo Mo, trying to see the clue from the face of Zuo Mo.

But what a veteran person is left, squinting, and the face of the pokemon is expressionless. I was secretly guilty of my heart. I used to be a pure and kind person, and I followed the enchantress for a long time. Now I am abducted and deceived.

Of course, he will not be guilty, but he is trying to interpret his current role.

Cang Ze can't see a little bit of clue, since the other party can tell the name of the scar mark, it should not be untargeted. Among the many witches that exist in the Crow, "Crays" is very inconspicuous. Most of the young talents in the family will not choose this magic to major, they will prefer the more powerful magic like "Cang Hai Shu" and "Cang Yun Shu".

But Cang Ze, the grandson of the patriarch, knows more than the ordinary Clan. For example, the Presbyterian’s secret study of The Traces has never stopped.

What kind of magic tricks of the Cang, why did the other side mention "Changshou"?

Countless thoughts rolled in the mind of Cangze. He bowed his head and said: "There has never been practiced in the next."

"No cultivation?"

Zuo Mo reacted very quickly, and followed: "You have not practiced the scars?"

"Does the Clan create something powerful?" Pu Yao muttered to himself, and he frowned, some accidents.

"Isn't your Clan to create something powerful?" Zuo Mo is now learning to sell.

Cang Ze bite his teeth: "There is no new creation, but the students are ignorant, and the scars are not allowed." His heart pounded and claimed to have changed from "below" to "student."

Knowing the sea, Pu Yao’s brow stretched and let out a sigh of relief: “You said to him, you teach him scars, and change the golden soul every year.”

"Do you have a scar mark?" Zuo Mo asked the Pu Yao with some suspicion.

"That's a simple thing, just a bend." Regaining the confidence of the Pu Yao is very angry.

Zuo Mo will be suspicious, Pu Yao will have too many things, but the guilt of the heart does not affect his response, he coughed: "I just know a little bit of cultivation techniques."

Cang Ze only felt that a strong sense of happiness instantly rushed to his psychological defense, and he actually had a sense of dizziness.

His voice shook with a bit: "Really?"

"Yes." Zuo Mo hardened his head.

At this time, Cangze reflected the quality of the grandson of a clan. He was not stunned and led to emotional out of control. Instead, he was forced to hold his excitement and asked with respect: "What can I do for the teacher?"

Zuo Mo looked at Guan Zhan with appreciation, and the dark road was really on the road. However, his appreciation in his heart did not make him intend to give the other party any discount: "The ten golden souls every year."

One mouth, Zuo Mo doubled the price of Pu Yao.

It’s not a greedy buddy, brother dragged his family to take it!

In the sea, Pu Yao was stunned.

Hey, Cangze sucked a cold air, although he psychologically expected the Clan to pay the price is not low, but the annual ten-year-old gold soul, this price is still beyond his expectations.

"It’s a big deal, and students have to ask the elders in the family."

Cang Ze carefully answered.

"Yes." Zuo Mo is no nonsense, then pointed to Nanxun: "She is my follower, you will find her directly afterwards."

Cang Ze heard the words and quickly exchanged the mark of God with Nanxun. I saw a quaint "Cang" in front of Cangze. The top is two groups of gray-green sparse shrubs. Nanxun also evokes his own mark of God's identity. Her mark of God's identity is the word "Tiannan" formed by a curved wisteria.

I noticed the mark of the gods of Nanxun, and the heart of Cangze. In his investigation, Nanxun had no background. He was born in a very small ethnic group. His life was so difficult that he could not be ordinary. At this time, she saw her signature, but she was not surprised.

He is born out of the famous, naturally, there is no shortage of research on the mark of God. The writing of this "Tiannan" is very different from the current writing. Most of these marks of the gods appear on the long-standing ethnic groups.

He is secretly mindful, and he plans to investigate it when he arrives. He held out his finger and gently clicked on the word "Tiannan", and a purple light flew into his mark of God. Nanxun is also like the law.

After exchanging the knowledge, the two sides can easily contact each other.

Cang Ze quickly retire, he rushed back to report. There is a hunch in his faintness. This opportunity is very likely to be a turning point for the Cang.

After Cangze left, Zuo Mo pointed to Nanxun and left.

"The original way of cracking." Thousands of streams are a bit strange: "The style is quite different."

The fire-faced man seemed to be not interested in the chessboard of the wild animal. He looked around and suddenly smiled and said: "The little ghosts are estimated to be unable to hold back."

Thousands of people know who the people in the fire face are talking, laughing and not talking, but continuing to concentrate on observing the wild animal chess board. Moshui Mingkong was left behind by his imprisonment three hundred years ago. He did not care about it in the past, and he did not care too much.

But the curiosity in my heart is not diminished. He can't remember how long he hasn't been to Moshui. As a master of the seventh prison, the first prison is a bit distant memory. Today, he is specifically to take a look at this, the new first prison that the guy who broke his own Moshui, is what it is.

"I heard that he is also very young?" Qianliu asked with interest.

"It's quite young!" The fire-faced man raised his eyebrows, and the face in the fire group raised his eyebrows, with a bit of gloating: "Now he is estimated to have been on the list of challenges for the little devils."

"Nothing is bad." Thousands of people can't help but say: "More competition is a good thing."

He took back his knowledge, and some regretted: "Unfortunately, there is no way to touch the battle of the prison, and the powerful things are there."

The conditions of the war of imprisonment have always been quite mysterious. For example, as the first prison of Moshui Mingkong, three hundred seem to be untriggered. But in these three hundred years, the second prison, the fourth prison and the fifth prison have all been triggered. The law is really hard to ponder,

Thousands of streams touched the battle of prison, he knows much more than the average person.

The conditions for triggering the war of imprisonment are not directly related to strength, but related to the realm, and it is an extremely delicate relationship. Too high, for example, he, three hundred years ago, he was able to trigger the battle of the first prison, but now he can't trigger.

The realm is low, and the same is not true.

And the ten-finger prison seems to prefer the young demon. To be precise, it is a young and high-spirited demon.

What a pity!

Thousands of streams are full of regrets and shake their heads. The other party’s real demon spells are in the battle of imprisonment. Inside the chessboard of the wild animal, full of Xuanqi's precise cracking magic, it is like a rich sea of ​​questions.

There are countless masters who have fought in the thousands, but such an alternative style is the first time I have seen it, and some of it is difficult to bear.

The fire-faced man saw the color of regret on the face of the thousand streams, and suddenly came together: "I have a way."

"any solution?"

"Let the little guys come." The fire-faced man was afraid of the world's chaos: "The little devils, now they must be full of strength, let them come to the wild animal board."

Thousands of thoughts were fretting, but shook his head: "The battle of the prison is not so easy to trigger."

"Oh, this is not a matter of ours. It is estimated that the old ghosts will be interested." The fire-faced man smiled and immediately looked blank: "You don't have to worry about this, I Come!"

Thousands of hearts are indeed curious about Zuo Mo’s magic, laughing and not blocking him, just swearing: “Don’t be too big.”

"Reassured and assured." The fire-faced man looked excited.

Zuo Mo pulled out from the board of the wild animal, and suddenly felt the heat blowing on his face.

A spirit, left Mo quickly opened his eyes, a familiar face almost stuck on his face.

"A ghost!"

He sighed and took the face of the ghost. He curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

A ghost looked at him dumbly, no answer.

When he asked, he would stop, and so on. In his eyes, he suddenly burst into a surprise color: "A ghost, a ghost!"

A ghost is still staring at Zuo Mo, indifferent.

The joy of Zuo Mo’s face gradually subsided. He looked at the ghost carefully. Her eyes were still hollow and could not help but reveal the color of disappointment. The ghost did not recover. He shook his head and laughed at himself. He was really greedy.

He quickly recovered from the loss, although the ghost did not recover, but she was much more angry than before.

At the very least, this is a sign of improvement!

After thinking about it, Zuo Mo’s heart suddenly swept away and re-energized. Huo Di stood up and took a look at the ghost. He put it on his back and rushed toward the door.

"A ghost, go, let's go to Shulong and play with them!"