Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick them up

The boat sailed for a long time, so long that Xiao Mo almost fell asleep in the water before it docked.

Xiao Mo wanted to go ashore first, but he didn't expect that there were already chariots and horses waiting there.

When disembarking, the person who responded asked: "It's a bit late today."

"The boat is slow today." Shuangluo glanced at the punter coldly, as if looking at an inanimate object, "But, today is a good day, is the Pavilion Master waiting for me?"

The connector seemed to chuckle, and quickly covered it up and replied: "Yes, the pavilion master has been waiting for Miss Shuangluo for a long time."

Xiao Mo surfaced from the other side, watching the frost fall.

The person who looks like the master is really good-looking, and now she smiles like a girl and is as sweet as candy, completely different from the old witch he met at the beginning.

That pavilion master is probably Shuang Luo's sweetheart.

Xiao Mo doesn't understand the love between children and children in this world, he just feels that the woman is a bit pitiful.

Born in Hualiu Lane, but she has her own heart, it must be another love that cannot be fulfilled.

Just like his love for Master.

The young man wiped his nosebleed, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and watched the connector carry Lu Yinxi into the carriage in the middle, Shuang Luo sat in the front carriage, and the girls who followed were at the end. .

Xiao Mo estimated left and right, but he still didn't dare to act rashly. The master has not yet come to his senses, and he has no actual combat experience.

Besides, if he accidentally killed a few people, the charge of Master accepting a monster as a disciple will be confirmed, and he can't discredit Master.

As long as they don't hurt Shizun a single hair, he will stand still first.

So he held his breath, and climbed onto the last carriage. The shaking made the already nervous girls scream, but they were quickly dismissed by laughter.

Xiao Mo listened to them chatting and laughing, and looked at the distant mountains shrouded in black mist, feeling an ominous premonition lingering over them.

Although he doesn't have much contact with him, he also knows that generally the places for cultivating immortals are built in places full of spiritual power, such as the Lingxu Wonderland, which is rich in spiritual stones and treasures, so that a circle of cultivating sects can be centered around it, like The barren mountain where they stayed before was somewhat touched, like the Supreme Sect where Jing Hongshen was located, and it was built on the continuous mountains that came out of the Lingxu Wonderland. Even if you don't need to concentrate on cultivation, the spiritual root is better Yes, sleeping all day can improve one's cultivation to a certain extent.

That Flower Street is a land separated by a river, so naturally it cannot receive spiritual power, but it is better than being surrounded by water, the scenery is quite emotional, the place in front of you is strange, not to mention that it is built on a strange rock, and the carriage at the moment Already on the cliff, the girls in the car shut their mouths in unison. The thick fog was more like a barrier, separating the inside and the outside.

Could it be that it is an unpopular sect?Or is it a place where crooked ways are practiced?

How could Shuang Luo bring Master here?

The outline of the pavilion in front gradually appeared. Xiao Mo squinted his eyes and saw the three large characters in the letter.

"Dingyang Pavilion".

What an irony.

Where the sun can't find it, how can there be a fixed sun?

Xiao Mo quietly touched his sword and fixed his body.

He heard from Jing Hongshen that this sect, before the Supreme Sect, the most powerful figures in the world of cultivating immortals all came from Dingyang Pavilion.

Especially the owner of this generation, Chen Yongwang, who became famous when he was young, was paid by the most respected and respected immortal in the previous generation of Dingyang Pavilion. He represented Dingyang Pavilion at the age of 15. The battle of the Great Devil has been spread among the people so far, so the Great Demon King has been silent for many years and has never come out again.

When Xiao Mo listened to this passage, he wondered if he had something to do with the Great Demon King because everyone in the Demon Realm called him the Little Demon King.

But his father is the Great Elder, probably because he didn't obey discipline when he was a child, like a little devil in the world, so everyone called him that.

Otherwise, the people in the Demon Realm are too lazy, so the son of the Great Demon King has to be called the Little Demon King?Shouldn't the son of the Great Elder be called the Junior Elder?What about the Second Elder and the Third Elder, called the Junior Second Elder and the Junior Third Elder?

Sounds weird, right?

The carriage stopped slowly in front of the main pavilion, and Shuang Luo got out of the carriage first, and handed the Luming Sword to a man in a wheelchair. Because he was far away, Xiao Mo couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The man stroked Luming Sword, and even leaned his face against it, making Xiao Mo feel uncomfortable.

——It felt like taking back a lost and found treasure.

That is obviously the sword of Master.

The carriage in the middle did not move for a long time, but the girls in the carriage under him got out of the carriage first.

"Is this the Dingyang Pavilion?"

"so big……"

"So the place where the immortals cultivate looks like this?"

"Don't you think it's a bit cold in here?"

The girls were chatting quietly, and the man in the wheelchair over there turned his head slightly and looked over.

"Just right, try the sword."

That voice, as if quenched by fire, was harsh and hoarse, like an old man who was dying.

In the next second, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy rushed towards the girl standing closest to him.

Xiao Mo rolled over the carriage at this moment, firmly blocked the blow, and let out a crisp "Dang--".

"what--"

The girls panicked and retreated one after another, but there was no way behind them, only cliffs remained.

"Shuangluo, you brought a man in?"

Shuang Luo pretended to be surprised and covered his mouth, and looked at Xiao Mo: "You are not dead, at least the medicine can poison ten immortal cultivators who have not formed alchemy, you can't die..." The woman picked up the Crescent Moon Broadsword, eyes glistening, "That's a monster, hahaha, that's great, my baby even sent me a monster."

Xiao Mo only saw the woman's skirt fluttering, and disappeared in the next second. The wind of the knife rose from behind him, and he dodged in embarrassment. The shadows all shot towards Shuangluo.

Shuangluo wasn't afraid at all, she squatted down slightly, closed her eyes, she didn't even use her knife, and poked her hand into the air.

Xiao Mo's sword landed firmly in her hand.

"No one has taught you that this method of cultivating immortals is incompatible with demons?"

She slowly opened her eyes, but the young man was no longer in front of her eyes.

"Wh... uh!"

From top to bottom, Xiao Mo smashed her to death with his bare hands, showing no mercy to women. Thanks to Shuang Luo's golden silk soft armor was strong enough, his life was still hanging.

"It's not easy to use this."

Xiao Mo built the sword from the ground that has only been around him for half a month, "The fist is the most durable."

The people on the ground had no power to fight back, so Xiao Mo stood up, patted his buttocks, and walked towards Master's carriage.

"Ha ha."

The vicissitudes of laughter came from behind him, and a strange fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, Xiao Mo subconsciously blocked it with his hand.

——The sun is so bright.

Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes, the peach petals fell on his head and were gently picked off.

Lu Yinxi supported his head and looked at him with a smile: "I asked you to practice, why did you fall asleep under the tree? Get up quickly, it's meal time, I'm going to starve to death."

Xiao Mo stood up in a daze, squeezed his hands, and only touched the tender pink petals on the ground.

——He seems to have forgotten something.

what is it then?

"Xiao Mo, what are you doing, come on—"

The master called him in the front yard, and he was wearing a bamboo hat on his head. He rolled up the sleeves that were too long, revealing his thin white arms.

"Here we come, Master."

Without thinking about it, he ran down the mountain.

The author says:

Mo's physical fitness is abnormal, Xiao Mo has entered the illusion, Xiao Lu Wei??