The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 29: Provocative
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"Real Qingtong, it's been a long time since I saw you." Yun Song said with a cold face.
Qingtong hadn't heard of it, and took the white jade lamp that Yan Lie handed over, please take a sip, and then slowly put it down, then glanced at Yunsong, but had no intention of answering.
Yun's face was blue with anger.
"Just now, the real person has already challenged, and now that's the case, I will ask for advice on what kind of genius, from a mortal fetus to a foundation within a year." Chaojun stepped forward and stared at Mo Tianliao coldly. A genius who thinks of his roots in the heavens, who has worked hard day and night to build a foundation in the tenth year.
"This fellow Taoist misunderstood. When I started, I was already practicing Qi Nine Layers." Mo Tianlio smiled and said, the immortal disciple accepts disciples, regardless of whether there is a foundation, usually those below the foundation will be accepted. Some casual cultivators have been alone for a long time, and they also want to find a fairy door for shelter.
It turned out to be from Ye Luzi, Chaojun heard this, and his chin couldn't help but lifted higher: "So, I'll ask."
"Wait." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and stopped the person who was about to rush over.
Chaojun smiled contemptuously, and finally knew he was afraid, right?
"The hall is narrow, and it may disturb my master to drink tea. Let's go outside." Mo Tianlio raised his hand and made a gesture of asking, one who only wanted to lose face, the other was thinking of his own master. Cultivation of xinxing makes judgments.
In front of the Woyun Temple, there is an open space, which is paved with strong diamond jade, which is specially used to deal with this sudden "examination".
Everyone walked out, Tian Lang touched his beard, and transmitted his voice to Yan Lie: "Why did Qingyunzong know that Qingtong had received a double spiritual root, to find out."
Yan Lie nodded, he naturally noticed this, and he must find out as soon as possible.
The two fighting each other stood at both ends of the open space, and the rest surrounded on both sides.
Chaojun is the root of the earth-based heavenly spirit, and his spiritual power is in motion, and a layer of yellowish sand is rolled up all over his body: "I am a little higher than you, so I will let you three moves."
Mo Tianlio raised his eyebrows. This is a common occurrence in the right way. When encountering unequal realms, those with higher realms will make a few tricks: "So..." The second half of the words didn’t say anything, Mo Tianlio has already shot.
Three wooden thorns caught the flames, and shot straight at the super handsome facade in the shape of a product.
The pupils shrunk, Super Jun hurriedly built the earth wall for defense, but didn't want the wooden thorn to root into the earth wall and quickly take root and become a green vine, one divided into two, two into four, endless, in a moment Occupying the entire earth wall, the defense immediately fell apart. When the earth wall collapsed, Mo Tianliao who had jumped to the front was exposed.
Chaojun was taken aback, and immediately sacrificed a pair of cymbals that were not gold and jade, and patted Mo Tianliao.
With a "boom", two cymbals hit face to face, and huge yellow sand rose into the sky. Mo Tianliao waved his hand to attract countless dead leaves, and stood firm in front of him.
"Yeah, didn't you mean to use three moves? Why did you make the shot after only two moves?" Zi Mo shouted from the sidelines.
Chaojun didn't expect that a man who had just built a foundation would change his moves so quickly that he couldn't do enough, and if he didn't make a move, he would only have to be beaten. With spiritual force in the palm, hit the cymbal again.
Mo Tianliao flicked his fingers, and a black ball instantly bounced into the middle of the cymbal, but with a dull "buzz" sound, the ball was crushed by the treasure, the space array inside burst, and the oil in the two water tanks instantly It splashed and scattered with the yellow sand.
A tiny fire snake jumped over in an instant, and the yellow sand with oil instantly turned into a huge fire dragon, surrounding the superjun in the center of the dust.
Super handsome stomped his foot abruptly, and the one-foot-high dirt wall wrapped him tightly on all sides. Fire can strengthen the soil, and as long as the soil wall is still there, the fire cannot burn him.
The disciples of Woyunzong who were onlookers couldn't help but feel a little worried. This person shrank among them. Mo Tianlio had just built the foundation, and soon after his spiritual power was exhausted, he was in danger.
Mo Tianliao was not in a hurry, took out a wooden thorn, lit it, spun around, and threw it in from the top of the earth wall without any haste.
Superjun naturally noticed, and hurriedly raised his hand to build the wall to seal the top, but the hurried building was unable to withstand the sinking wood with spiritual power. This wooden thorn can penetrate rocks!
"Ah--" The earth wall collapsed instantly, and the clothes had just been stained with oil. When they encountered a wood fire, they burned immediately.
Super Jun immediately brought in countless yellow sands to bury himself before he barely put out the fire. Mo Tianlio narrowed his eyes, offered a wooden sword, stained it with a wood fire, and slashed the vine towards the pile of sand.
"Zhuzier dare!" Seeing that he had made a killer move, Elder Yun Song couldn't sit still, so he stood up and patted Mo Tianliao with a palm.
No matter how capable Mo Tianlio is, it is impossible to use foundation-building as a way to catch the powerful palm of the God-Transforming Stage, and the cold hairs behind him suddenly stand up.
At the moment of the moment, "Boom!" There was a loud bang, and a bright white jade hand steadily met the deadly palm, and the huge spiritual power fluctuation directly lifted Mo Tianliao.
Meng Hu jumped into the air, grabbed Mo Tianliao by the collar, and took him firmly.
The two people over there have already fought.
Sect Master Tian Lang immediately raised his hand and built a defense, covering all the people of Voyun Sect. Just kidding, the fight between the two of the gods can destroy the entire Wotian Cave!
The people of Qingyunzong over there saw that the situation was not good, and immediately hid in the defense of Woyunzong, even Chaojun, who just got up from the yellow sand, was no exception. It's just that his pants were burned through, so he covered his back with his hands and leaped over.
Mo Tianliao had no intention of laughing at this man, frowning at the battle over there.
Countless giant vines soared into the sky. Elder Yunsong’s wood spells are very powerful. The giant vines are transformed into ten, ten transformed into one hundred. It is the same as Mo Tianlio's trick, but it is hundreds of times stronger. Thousands of giant vines are thorny at the top, rushing straight towards Qingtong.
A white dress appeared fragile in the black rattan waves, Qingtong stomped lightly, the white frost spread from the soles of the feet, and all the rattans were frozen at the touch of a finger, without the slightest waste, precise freezing After living in every one, there was not even an extra ice edge.
The people of the Azure Cloud Sect took a deep breath, seeing how accurate a spell can be done.
Qingtong didn't cast any more spells, but raised his hand, and a huge empty palm called on the crispy rattan, "crashing" all cracks.
Yunsong immediately mobilized his spells, and countless wooden thorns hung in the air, like a huge nail board, rushing towards Qingtong.
Because it is necessary to control every wood thorn, this spell consumes a lot of soul, and it cannot be used unless it is very powerful.
Usually, when people see this trick, they will immediately offer defense, but Qingtong snorted coldly, opened his hands, and countless ice cones appeared in front of him, all of them matched.
"Boom——" Sawdust and ice chips were flying all over the sky, and the beauty in white spun around and rushed through the countless debris. A punch broke Yun Song's defenses and hit his eye sockets. .
Yunsong was beaten up immediately! What kind of play is this?
Qingtong didn't intend to explain, so he grabbed him and gave him a violent beating. At the end, he threw down the sentence "Point your face!" and drifted away.
Everyone looked at Yunsong, who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and then at Chaojun, who was holding his ass, and felt a little overwhelmed. In other words, this is the battle of high-level monks, right?
Mo Tianliao looked at the bright white streamer that shot straight towards Wo Qingdong, frowned, and said to the big brother, chasing the master's figure to escape. A group of embarrassed people were left staring at each other.
When entering Dewo Qingdong, he didn't care about the rules of not flying swords in the sky, Mo Tianliao chased to Qingning Palace in a hurry.
Qingtong walked to the temple, unable to hold it anymore, and planted forward when it darkened before his eyes, and was caught by Mo Tianliao who happened to rush in.
The man in his arms was pale, his eyes closed, his black hair quickly turned into snow. Mo Tianliao frowned tightly, raised his hand to hug the person, and walked quickly into the inner hall.
The inner sanctuary is still as quiet as ever.
Gently put the person in his arms on the bed, Mo Tianlio sat down on the edge of the bed, pressed **** on the cold white wrist, and waited for a while, opened his eyes, and watched quietly. Awake people. Fortunately, there was no injury, probably because the spirit was consumed too much, and the originally damaged spirit......
I don't know how long it took before Mo Tianlio slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the jade-like left hand, bit by bit, as if treating a rare treasure, pulling away the plain wide sleeves. A bracelet studded with strange gems and gleaming with a faint blue light, clasped tightly on the wrist.
Mo Tianliao closed his eyes, put his sleeves little by little, leaned over, and took the sleepy person into his arms.
The warm power enveloping the soul, the sleepy Mo Xiaoclaw, the master who is damaged by the soul... I just feel the pain in my heart is almost unbearable, Mo Tianliao slowly approached, gently, gently , Printed a kiss on that smooth forehead: "Don't be afraid of the little paw, I am here, go to sleep."