My script is a supporting role

"It's just, can you ask little brother Mo to think of a way to find us some more, Qingfenggu..."

Feng Chonglun originally wanted to say "there must be a big thank you", but suddenly he thought that he had already sent a large amount of resources, so why do we need a big thank you?

Immediately changed his words and said: "Qingfenggu Shangxia, I would like to help little brother Mo, if necessary, but rely on urging."

Feng Chonglun also thought about it. Although Mo Chen didn't have many soul-devouring bloodworms in his hands, didn't he still have the Cyanwood Demon King under him?

The soul-devouring blood worm came from the Demon Realm, and in Aoki's hands, there might be such a thing.

Even if Aoki doesn't have it in his hand, as him, it shouldn't be too difficult to go back to the Demon Realm to get some.

Of course, Mo Chen had already done enough for Qingfeng Valley, so this request naturally added trouble.

But Mo Chen didn't value money and resources, so what Qingfenggu could do for him was to help him when he needed it.

Mo Chen smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but I can't give it to you now."

"Because, I think, the turning point for us to crack Qiangjinwan and Xuelingzhu should be in Qingfeng Valley soon."

Not to mention that Feng Chonglun and others were confused when they heard this, even Zheng Qingshan next to him was also confused.

What do you mean, turning point, you will arrive at Qingfeng Valley soon?

Dare to crack this "turning point", is it still a person with legs?

Can it run?

Or can it fly?

Mo Chen pursed his lips and smiled mysteriously, squeezed his eyes, and said, "This...is a trick, guess what?"

Zheng Qingshan blew his beard with his eyes wide open, took off his shoes and slapped him.

"Shock off, go off, you're still going to go on a fart!"

"You deliberately made me unable to drink today, did you?"

"Hurry up, let the fart go!"

Mo Chen dodged again and again, and said with a smile: "This...speak well, don't hit people..."

Zheng Qingshan said angrily: "You've sold everything to me, if I don't beat you, I'm not your uncle!"

At this time, Yu Lingze, who was dressed in white, came lightly, and before he arrived, he said loudly: "If I guess correctly, it must be from Mr. Luo Zhengsheng of Changyang County. There is news that he is coming."

After everyone heard this, after thinking about it, they suddenly felt that it really made sense.

Long before Ye Xinli and Wu Qianjun researched and cracked the Qiangjin Pill, Mo Chen sent the formula of the Blood Lingzhu to Changyang County.

After a lot of time passed, Luo Zhengsheng must have had an idea, and the person who delivered the letter was on his way.

After Yu Lingze said it out, Mo Chen sighed and shook his head, "Brother Yu, you are so boring, wouldn't it be more fun to let them guess?"

Yu Lingze smiled lightly: "Actually, I just guessed randomly, but I didn't expect it, and I really guessed right."

Mo Chen thought to himself, your brain is already very bright, so you can't guess randomly.

At the beginning, Yu Lingze was able to deduce that Mo Chen was seriously injured just by relying on a little wet mark on the ground, so his thoughts were naturally extremely meticulous.

This kind of people, even if they want to guess, they will guess with reason and evidence.

Thinking of Luo Zhengsheng's progress, Wu Qianjun and others felt very excited, and asked, "Little brother Mo, what kind of progress has Mr. Luo made, can you tell us first?"

Mo Chen spread his hands, shook his head and said, "I don't know, because I haven't contacted Mr. Luo before."

This time, everyone present was surprised.

Since Mo Chen had never contacted Luo Zhengsheng, how did he know that Luo Zhengsheng had made progress and sent someone to deliver the letter?

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Mo Chen felt bad again, and said with a smile: "This..."

"Clap!"

The smelly sole patted him on the head unceremoniously, and the beard under Zheng Qingshan's chin flew wildly, "Tell me quickly, don't sell any more tricks."

Mo Chen laughed and jumped to the side, and ran away in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter if you don't guess!"

"I can also tell you that the messenger has already entered the Northwest Territory, and I believe he will arrive later today..."

Mo Chen cheated and ran away, leaving a few old men staring at him.

"This kid!"

Zheng Qingshan cursed angrily, put on his shoes, "I like to do weird and mysterious things all day long."

Jiang Zhiling was puzzled and said: "Senior brother Mo said before that her senior sister sent the recipe, and now, the person who sent the letter back should be his senior sister?"

"Since they came from the Qingli Sect, it's normal for them to be able to communicate with each other?"

"What's there to guess about?"

The old men were all stunned for a moment.

Mo Chen messed up his mind before, and he didn't even think of such a simple question.

After being pointed out by Jiang Zhiling, the old men immediately felt full of embarrassment.

Yu Lingze coughed lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked towards the alchemy room, and said, "I'll go in and see my junior sister, if there is any new progress."

Chapter 338 The Confrontation of Sword Intent

Mo Chen ran all the way back to the room, thinking about the embarrassing faces of the old men, he was in a good mood, seeing that it was still early, he simply lay down and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark outside.

"At this time, Senior Sister Murong should have arrived, right?"

Mo Chen felt a little strange feeling that there seemed to be a burst of coolness.

My physical strength has long been beyond that of an ordinary person, and it is impossible to say that I will catch a cold while sleeping.

After feeling it with his soul consciousness, Mo Chen jumped suddenly, turned over and rolled off the bed.

While getting dressed, he opened the door.

"Why is this person already here!"

"It's faster than I expected!"

As soon as the door was opened, I felt a burst of icy air blowing towards my face, and the whole courtyard was filled with sharp sword intent.

"This……"

Mo Chen immediately noticed that there were two people standing opposite each other in the yard, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

One is fluttering in white, and the other is wearing an indigo robe.

A face with clear lines like an ice sculpture.

A Pianpian fairy with a beautiful appearance as if she had descended from the nine heavens.

Both stared at each other without saying a word.

But the sword intent poured out from the two of them continuously, filling the space, as if they were confronting each other invisible.

But because the sword intents of these two people carried extremely cold air, the temperature in this small courtyard almost dropped to freezing point just like the cold winter of March [-]th.

A group of people stood by, looking at them with complicated expressions.

"How long are they going to stand like this?"

Jiang Zhiling's cultivation base was relatively low, and this sharp and extremely cold feeling made her hands and feet feel cold, and her whole body felt shivering.

Wu Qianjun also rubbed his hands lightly, and said in a low voice, "This... I don't know..."

To be honest, Wu Qianjun was already at the Spiritual Movement Realm, but in such a cold air, he felt a little chilly all by himself.

Zhong Xiaowan also felt that it was too cold, but she still reached out to hold Jiang Zhiling's hand, smiled, and said, "It won't be so cold when the two of you are together."

On the contrary, Ye Xinli is much better than these two girls because of the bonus of monster power.

Among the crowd, Zheng Qingshan's cultivation had already reached the Chongxuan Realm, so the cold air and sword intent had no effect on him.

It's just that one of the people standing there is a proud disciple of the Qingli Sect, and under his concern, his expression is also serious.

While speaking, there was a sudden change in the air, the cold wind blew up, full of murderous aura, and it made people's faces ache.

The sword intent is strong and vertical in this small space, stirring up the sound of clanging swords.

The sound of the sword's cry was relatively low at first, and the frequency was not high, only one or two sounds within a few breaths.

But as the cold wind became stronger and stronger, the sound of the sword's cry also began to change from low to high, and then from high to sharp.

The frequency of the sword sound became faster and faster, more and more urgent.

In the end, the wind blows like a long song, rolling back and forth, and the sword sounds like a long howl, fiercely clustered, and it is like thousands of gold and iron horses galloping and fighting among them.

This change made the people watching beside them feel even more uncomfortable.

It's just that everyone knows very well that the competition between the two has reached the most critical time.

So even Jiang Zhiling shrunk her frozen red face, stretched out her arms to hug Zhong Xiaowan, and dared not make a sound.

Mo Chen opened his eyes wide and couldn't help touching his chin.

"This good guy... just came here, so it's just right!"

"Qiang!!!"

Suddenly, like a sharp cracking sound, it pierced the sky in an instant, and the sword intent in the sky froze for a moment, and then dispersed in an instant.

Murong Qingyue's body trembled slightly, her chest heaved and she gasped slightly.

The wind stopped, and the sound of the sword stopped.

The icy air that swept across the entire yard also disappeared without a trace.

Murong Qingyue was silent for a while, bowed her hands in salute, and said: "Mr. Yu really has superb swordsmanship, please teach me!"

Yu Lingze also let out a sigh of relief, his expression was relieved, and he replied: "Junior Sister Murong has reached such a high level of comprehension in the way of swordsmanship at such an age. It is really beyond my expectation."

Murong Qingyue said indifferently: "That's still not as good as Mr. Yu's."

Yu Lingze shook his head lightly, and said, "No way!"

"Yu has only cultivated for a few years than Junior Sister Murong. In terms of aptitude and comprehension, when I was your age, I was much worse than Junior Sister Murong."

"According to what Yu saw, Junior Sister Murong's talent in the way of swords is probably the only talent in the world that can catch up to Master."

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned.

Murong Qingyue's reputation has indeed been very loud recently, especially breaking Xuanyu Wushuang's 20-year-old Spiritual Realm record, which made her name resound throughout the entire cultivation world.

But Yu Lingze, as the chief disciple of Tianxing Jianzhai, entered the seventh level of Yuantong at the age of 28, and is known as the No. 30 under 1 in the practice world.

Yu Lingze has been recognized by the world whether it is his cultivation or his talent in the way of swordsmanship.

Today, even he admits that his comprehension in kendo is inferior to that of Murong Qingyue, and even compares Murong Qingyue with Ye Feihong, the No. 1 kendo in the world today.

This is no longer a compliment, it is already an honor!

Hearing Yu Lingze's praise, Murong Qingyue's expression remained unchanged, but she gave another salute, and said, "Mr. Yu's absurd praise, how can Qingyue's meager ability be worthy of Mr. Ye Da's case?"

"Even Mr. Yu himself, Qingyue still has a lot to ask for advice."

Yu Lingze praised secretly in his heart.

This girl is not only endowed with extraordinary talent, but also has such a stable heart. Her future achievements are truly limitless.

Smiling slightly, he said, "As long as it's about kendo, Junior Sister Murong will come to ask you anytime, and if Yu knows anything, she will definitely tell you everything."

It wasn't until this moment that Murong Qingyue noticed Mo Chen who opened the door and stood at the door.

The eyes of Mo Chen touched, and Murong Qingyue's expression also moved slightly.

Yu Lingze was keenly aware of the changes in Murong Qingyue, turned his head to take a look, and secretly marveled in his heart.

Although just now the two of them just competed with sword intent and did not actually fight, but the intensity in it was no different from actual combat.

But from the beginning to the end, Murong Qingyue's mood did not change at all.

After that, even if Yu Lingze praised her highly and even raised her to the same height as Ye Feihong, Murong Qingyue's expression never fluctuated in the slightest.