Burning Heaven

"Lin Mofeng, you are such a waste, useless waste"

"Lin Mofeng, your practice on the second level of "Six Ding Qingyuan Swordsmanship" is really mediocre. If you still want to practice swords with your understanding, you might as well hit yourself to death."

"Lin Mofeng, you really let me down. I think the Great Elder must have misjudged him. How could he have picked you, a worthless wretch, to Zhenyao Pavilion?"

"Hahahaha, Wuwu, hurry up and catch up with Lin Mofeng, let him know how good you are, haha, Wuwu is doing well."

"Lin Mofeng, you, you, are so stupid that you are worse than a pig or a dog, you are mad at me, you are mad at me..."

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Eight years later.

Time flies, the flowers wither in spring, too hastily, the trees are withered, the swallows seem to return, the four seasons alternate, the water flows back and forth like a white horse passing through the gap, and in the blink of an eye, eight years have passed.

In the past eight years, Lin Mofeng had suffered so much in cultivating immortals, how many injuries did he suffer?How many roaring curses?Lin Mofeng could no longer remember.

For the past eight years, Lin Mofeng only slept for four hours a day, and the rest of the time was spent in endless cultivation. Even when Lin Mofeng was eating, he would use his hands to gesture with his sword. Before going to bed, he still had to think about The essentials of Xianjue.

Every time, when Lin Mofeng was on the verge of collapse and roaring in pain, he could always think of the dusty hatred that made him unable, or even dare not give up, and even repeated that sentence in his mind countless times The words: "You must cultivate immortals, you must cultivate immortals..."

For the past eight years, it may have been torture like hell for Lin Mofeng. Show a very proud smile.

That smile, as warm as the sun, as bright as fireworks, urges this vigorous flower to bloom rapidly.

………………

In the maple forest of the back mountain.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh" A young man in white is dancing his sword quickly in the maple forest. The ghostly pace is especially amazing to watch.

"Come like a thunder, stop the wrath, stop like the river and sea condense the light, six Ding Qingyuan swordsmanship, eliminate"

Another wave of ghostly footwork shuttled back and forth in the maple forest, the sword light danced, and the figure flickered. Under the bright moonlight, this sword technique seemed to be getting faster and faster, and it became more and more difficult to see clearly.

"Pa, pa, pa" Suddenly, three soft claps sounded from the maple forest.

"Shua." The white-clothed man in Yushu Linfeng suddenly stopped dancing his sword, stood on the spot with angry brows, with a cold light on his surroundings, and suddenly yelled violently at his back:

"Who? Come out soon?."

This sword-wielding man in white is tall and thin, with long black hair curled up, slightly dark skin, small eyes and a hooked nose. He is not handsome, but he gives off a very comfortable feeling. It turned out to be Lin Mofeng.

"Mo Feng, why are you still practicing swords at such a late hour?" The Elder Qingwu in white clothes appeared from the maple forest and walked towards Lin Mofeng slowly, with a smile on his lips.When Lin Mofeng saw that it was Great Elder Qingwu, he hurriedly knelt down on one knee with his sword in hand and said:

"Mo Feng has met the Great Elder," Lin Mofeng said afterward:

"Elder, there are still two months until the 20-year martial arts competition in the sect. Mo Feng has been dedicated to this day for eight years, so Mo Feng dare not neglect the slightest in cultivation." Lin Mofeng said firmly.

Great Elder Qingwu laughed even brighter after hearing this, and even laughed out loud:

"Hahaha, yes, that's right, Lin Mofeng, yesterday I heard from Bi Ya that you had already cultivated the "Six Ding Qingyuan Swordsmanship" to the fourth level. I really can't believe that you will improve so fast, even the few masters in the sect have only practiced "Liu Ding Qingyuan Swordsmanship" to the fifth level. Unexpectedly, your little inner sect disciple, in just eight years The fourth floor has been repaired in time, it really opened my eyes for Qingwu." Great Elder Qingwu nodded with a smile.

Lin Mofeng blushed slightly after hearing the praise from Great Elder Qingwu, but he still said tactfully: "The great elder is over the top, Mo Feng's reaching the fourth floor is just a fluke, and the foundation is not stable yet."

Great Elder Qingwu nodded his head lightly, suddenly seemed to think of something, pointed at Lin Mofeng and said:

"Mo Feng, let me see what realm you have reached now."

Lin Mofeng got up immediately when he heard this, and quickly walked in front of the Great Elder, letting the Great Elder's hand penetrate into his belly.Suddenly, Great Elder Qingwu began to close his eyes, and kept groping with his hands on Lin Mofeng's chest, wisps of golden light glowed from his hands. After a few seconds, Great Elder Qingwu's expression changed from happy to stiff, from stiff to shocked, and quickly Waking up from trance, he exclaimed:

"What? You actually, actually reached the late stage of out-of-body? This, this, this is simply..." Great Elder Qingwu was so surprised that he couldn't speak, it seemed that Lin Mofeng had shocked him too much.

"Grand Elder, I just broke through the middle stage yesterday. Mo Feng feels that I can reach the late stage of leaving the body, it should be because of the purple spirit fairy fruit that the Great Elder asked me to take last time." Lin Mofeng said modestly.

"Hehe, Mo Feng, the purple spirit fairy fruit is a fairy fruit that makes people crazy in the cultivation world. It will certainly increase your cultivation base, but if you don't practice luck for a long time, it will only have the opposite effect. Well, Mo Feng, there are two more The Martial Arts Tournament of the Monthly Sect has just begun, and I have reported your name to the Sect Leader a few days ago, are you ready?"

Great Elder Qingwu suddenly said with a serious tone.

"Elder, I have been preparing for eight years." Lin Mofeng said firmly.

"Okay, your words are enough. I believe that your efforts in the past eight years will not be in vain. Also, this martial arts tournament involves a lot of things. I hope you can do your best to prepare. The rewards of this martial arts competition are not ordinary, and you will know when the time comes. Also, in the past few years, some disciples of the Three Religions heard that you practiced very fast, and many inner disciples could not bear it anymore. I want to discuss with you, this tournament, you must be careful.

After finishing his speech, Great Elder Qingwu walked towards Zhenyao Pavilion, but just after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and said to Lin Mofeng: "Mo Feng, rest earlier, and, you must remember, No matter when, don't break into Yunxian Lake behind Fenglin, it is forbidden by our Sanqing Sect."

Lin Mofeng was startled when he heard this, and then he immediately said to the First Elder, "Yes, please rest assured, First Elder." Then, in Fenglin, the sound of the extremely fast sword dance...

noon the next day.

Inside the Demon Town Pavilion.

Suddenly, a white light suddenly appeared in Zhenyao Pavilion. In an instant, Lin Mofeng in white was already standing in the main hall. However, at this time, Lin Mofeng in white had a serious expression, with a brown The gossip map cloth bag walked slowly towards the Zhenyao Pot.

"Pocket the demon bag, now."

With a sound of "whoosh", Lin Mofeng pointed his fingernail at the gossip bag, and in an instant, a thick puff of smoke came out from the mouth of the gossip bag.

In an instant, a naked woman with wings on her back appeared in the hall. Almost at the same time, the woman knelt down and cried:

"Daoist, Xiaodie just appeared in Wutong Town unintentionally. The scenery of Wutong Town is too charming, so I can't help but go to watch it. Xiaodie swears that Xiaodie has never harmed anyone. I beg Taoist priest to let Xiaodie go." Xiaodie will be very grateful for your name."

Lin Mofeng lowered his head and blushed, but said ruthlessly:

"You butterfly monster don't talk too much, no matter what, you have to enter the demon pot."

Suddenly, Lin Mofeng's eyes frowned, he closed his eyes tightly, made a few complicated handprints on the demon suppressing pot with both hands, and shouted:

"Heavenly Dao is upright, ten thousand origins return to the ancestors, demons and evils are suppressed, demon pots are harvested"

Suddenly, the blue gemstone on the top of the demon-suppressing pot suddenly brightened, and suddenly shot out a ball of blue light, which instantly absorbed the butterfly demon into the demon-suppressing pot.

The voice of screaming and begging for mercy gradually disappeared, and Lin Mofeng's expression was cold, as if he was used to such a scene...

However, at this time, a transparent crystal ball beside the pot of demon suppression suddenly lit up red, causing Lin Mofeng to turn his head quickly and mutter to himself:

"Huh? Someone has strayed into the Immortal Lost Formation again."

Just after saying that, Lin Mofeng turned his head to look at the transparent crystal. It didn't matter what he saw, and Lin Mofeng, who was quite chic at first, was suddenly shocked:

"What? It turned out to be Ouyang Ruohan..."