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Chapter 32 Sword Formation (Second Update)

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    "Senior Brother Ming, you are back!"

    In front of the mountain gate, two sweeping boys came up to him with happy faces, but when they saw Mo Bule, their eyes were full of scrutiny.

    "This is big"

    Ming Jing's introduction was interrupted midway by Mo Bu Le. He smiled and stuffed a handful of sapphire dates into each of the two sweeping boys, and introduced himself: "I am Mo Bu Le Hello, junior fellow apprentices. This is the first time we meet. Come, eat."  What a fruit"

    Of course, sapphire dates are more valuable than lotus seeds, and Mo Bule gives more face to his junior brother than to Su Liuxian.  In fact, he had no prejudice against Su Liuxian, but his mistake was that Su Liuxian should not have had Mingjing's venomous tongue in front of him and disrespected his master. Mo Bule could not be a proud phoenix, nor could he learn to behave like a crab. He was  An old hen, a natural protector of calves, regardless of his level of cultivation or status. Even if the True Immortal of the Land bullied Mingjing and mocked his master in front of him, he would still dare to spit on her.

    The two sweeping boys were in a daze holding green jade dates. Mo Bu Le waved his hands and pulled Mingjing up the mountain. They used spiritual fruits to clear the way for people they met along the way. They were either phoenix fruit, green jade dates, or centuries-old snow lotus seeds.  He took out his hand, and even regretted that there were too few Tianxiang pulp and red fruits that he had stolen from Su Liuxian. Otherwise, only one would be enough for everyone.

    In this way, we walked all the way up the mountainside. An endless palace wall blocked the way up the mountain, leaving only two closed doors. There was a plaque hanging on the door with three words: Luoxia Palace.

    From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, half of the mountain is covered with Luoxia Palace.

    Master Cheng Baimei¡¯s territory.

    Mo Bu Le put away his smiling face, straightened his clothes, took a step forward, and kowtowed three times seriously at the palace gate.

    "Master, the unworthy disciple is not happy, he is here."

    The circles under my eyes have turned red unconsciously.

    Mingjing frowned, knocked the door knocker, and said, "Open the door!"

    The gate of Luoxia Palace is never closed, because the sword cultivator is fearless. He believes that it was not the master who asked anyone to close the palace door. Obviously someone made their own decision.

    This made Mingjing very dissatisfied.

    The palace door of Luoxia Palace opened with a dull sound.

    "Keng!"

    The sound of countless long swords being unsheathed gathered in one place, like thunder exploding in the clear sky, deafening.

    Mo Bu Le groaned. His cultivation level was too low. The sound of the sword was like thunder, which instantly shocked his ears and caused blood to surge in his chest. However, the next moment, the foreign true energy hidden in his Dantian started to operate automatically again.  , quietly smoothing away the roiling breath in his body and repairing his injured ear.

    A mountain climbing step winds straight into the sky. Thousands of sword cultivators stand along the step, with tall and straight postures and cold faces. Flying swords stand upside down on the stone steps with their blade tips pointing upward, forming a sword path with a cold light.

    Is this a show of force?  Mo Bu Le touched his nose and wanted to smile bitterly.  Who said Jianxiu couldn't be smart? These disciples of Luoxia Palace clearly knew that his arrival would threaten Mingjing's position and acted for Mingjing.

    In fact, this is something to be happy about. This proves that Mingjing has a high prestige in Luoxia Palace and is the best choice for senior brother. Although his cultivation level is not the highest among these disciples, his potential must be the greatest, so people  Everyone obeys him.

    "What are you doing?" Mingjing shouted, unable to react for a moment.

    "The Sword Cultivator of Luoxia Palace welcomes Senior Brother Mo back to the sect."

    The sound was very neat, floating among the stone steps, and there were echoes.

    "What nonsense! Get back here."

    Ming Jing finally understood, her face turned livid.  The master asked him to take Mobule back. They did this obviously to welcome Mobule, but in fact they wanted to drive him away. Who among the less courageous people would dare to walk this cold and flashing sword path?  Be careful not to cut off the entire sole of the foot.

    The sword cultivators remained silent, pretending to be deaf and dumb, while the sword path still shone with cold light.

    Mo Bu Le couldn¡¯t help but sigh. He just wanted to pay homage to his master, why was it so difficult?

    "Junior brother, it's okay."

    Patting Ming Jing on the shoulder, he looked unyielding and righteous. He took a deep breath and moved forward, like a dragon walking like a tiger, with extraordinary magnanimity.

    The sword cultivators' eyes were blazing, and they saw that Mo Bu Le had no fear. For a moment, everyone had a different view of this fellow disciple who suddenly appeared. He was not such a weakling. After all, he was the disciple of the palace master, and he finally had some backbone.  .

    "Pfft"

    Seeing that Mo Bu Le was about to step on the sword path, his face suddenly turned pale, he pressed his chest with one hand and spat out a mouthful of YinHe was dripping with blood, his body swayed twice, and he was about to fall down on the sword path.

    "Senior brother" Ming Jing was horrified and supported him.

    "Ahem It's no use, senior brother. The sound of the sword just now was too loud, it shocked, it hurt my meridians" Mo Bu Le was weak and struggled to get up, "No, it's okay I can still hold on No matter what happens today,  , all have to pay homage to Master"

    "Stop talking nonsense, I'll carry you up." Mingjing carried him on his back and glared at the sword cultivators, "Are you satisfied?"

    He flew away with his sword and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

    The sword cultivators looked at each other, how could this happen?  Is this fellow disciple who suddenly appeared too low in cultivation to be able to bear the sound of a sword?

    "Wait a minute, why does this mouthful of blood on the ground smell so fragrant?"

    "The fragrance smells very good No, this seems to be the juice of Tianxiangjiang Zhuguo"

    ""

    Who are these people? They are so damn shameless and insidious to use such a dishonest method to get through.

    The upright sword cultivators looked angry. They were treated like fools and made Ming Jing so angry.

    The new fellow disciple is really a thief.

    The top of the mountain is already in sight. Under the bright sun, a magnificent hall is located on the top of the mountain. The red walls and green tiles are overflowing with light, complementing the clouds on the horizon.  Several snow-white and graceful thunder cranes landed on the top of the eaves, taking a nap or combing their feathers, calm and natural.

    "This is the main hall. Master is always hereSenior brother, please hold on a little longer" Mingjing was anxious. Others were injured internally and could just take a pill. But Mo Bu Le couldn't touch any pills and could only rely on meditation to heal his injuries.  .

    "Oh, we're here?" Mo Bu Le cheered up and poked Ming Jing's back, "Put me down."

    The voice was full of energy, and there was no hint of injury or weakness. Mingjing was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said angrily: "You lied to me!"

    ???????????????????? He was about to throw Mo Bu Le off his back, but with a light touch on his back, Mo Bu Le saw the opportunity early and took the initiative to jump away from his back. He said with a smile: "Thank you, junior brother, for sending me up the mountain."

    Mingjing: ""

    His intestines were filled with regret. He had already said that if he helped Mo Bu Le to stand out, he would be a pig. The words were still ringing in his ears, but he did not remember the lesson and became a pig again.

    "Master is in the hall, go in by yourself."

    He turned around bitterly, fearing that if he looked at Mo Bule's smiling face one more time, he would act disrespectfully towards his senior brother.

    Mo Bu Le had known that he had a hard-spoken and soft-hearted temper. Well, he was exactly the same as his master. As expected, he was not a member of the same family and would not enter the same family.  With a smile, he straightened his clothes again, and then stepped into the main hall.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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