Retrograde fairy way

As soon as he walked into the secret treasury, Wang Mo didn't rush in, but walked aside.

I saw a red sandalwood table and chairs, behind which sat an old man with a face as haggard as a tree trunk, lying on his back on the grand master's chair, having a good time.

Wang Mo didn't underestimate this old man who seemed to be on the verge of dying. He walked up to him a few steps, bowed and said, "Junior Huoyunfeng Lu Zhanfeng, come and check the spell!"

"Huh?" The old man moved slightly, opened his sleepy eyes, yawned and said, "Do you know the rules?"

"This junior knows, this is a junior's identity token!" Regarding the seemingly impolite behavior of the old man, Wang Mo still bowed and handed the token around his waist indifferently.

"Oh!" The old man grabbed it and injected a burst of vitality into it, and saw a row of handwriting on the token. The old man squinted, then threw the token back and said, "Go!"

"Thank you, senior!" Wang Mo took the token, bowed back a few steps, and went inside.

Passing through a door opening, one can see that the huge floor is full of iron frames for placing jade slips, on which the brilliance is forbidden to flicker, protecting the jade slips.

"Look, it's Huoyunfeng's seventh brother Lu Zhanfeng!"

"That's Senior Brother Lu who is known as a romantic Confucian scholar?"

"good……"

A few sharp-eyed monks saw Wang Mo entering the first floor, and they couldn't help whispering to each other.

Several monks put down the jade slips they were looking at, and walked up to Wang Mo: "Hello, Senior Brother Lu!"

"Hehe, hello, fellow apprentices!" Wang Mo held a folding fan in his hand, and bowed to everyone one by one in return.

"Wow! Really, it's as elegant as the legend!" A female cultivator exclaimed suddenly.

Listening to the discussion in his ear, Wang Mo smiled apologetically to everyone, and then went inside.

Although in the first floor, all the spells that the foundation-building monks can practice, there are also strengths and weaknesses, so on the first floor, there are three layers of restrictions from the inside to the outside.

Looking at the restriction in front of him, Wang Mo's true essence stirred for a while, and the original green-gold true essence actually showed blue and blue colors. It was obviously the change of the restriction set by the old man that day. Whether it has other effects, I am afraid that only the old man I know it myself.

He kept stepping, walked inward, felt the pressure from above the restriction, and passed through with just a light bump.

All the way to the third layer, there are obviously a lot fewer monks inside, only seven or eight people.

Seeing that everyone was checking the jade slips in their hands with their eyes closed, Wang Mo didn't stop for a while, and walked through the rows of shelves to find them.

Based on the experience in his mind, there are very few spells that can impress him, but Wang Mo came here for the lightning spells in the secret treasury.

Cultivators, although they can use all kinds of spells after reaching a certain level, but in the end, the spells that match their own attributes are the most powerful.

Whenever he confronts the enemy, Wang Mo feels that he lacks means. Apart from a few great spiritual weapons, plus the incomplete Thunderbolt Palm, he already feels a bit overwhelmed.

Even with his current cultivation base, he can use the magic weapon easily, but he can only make a few attacks, and the power of consciousness will be exhausted.

Thinking about Lu Tianhong, as the body of Nascent Soul, he can only rely on his spiritual sense to be strong, but with the restraint of his cultivation, he can only be used.

Looking at the single iron frame in front of him, with only a hundred kinds of spells on it, Wang Mo's eyes flashed.

Although the vitality of the thunder element can be said to be the least of the many spells, compared to other spells with thousands of rows, it can be said to be very few.

But Wang Mo was overjoyed. After all, he has a specialization in surgery, which is what he lacks.

""Purple Flame and Thunder Jue"? The name looks impressive, but I don't know if it is true to its name!" Looking at the jade slip in front of him, Wang Mo said to himself.

Lifting the real essence in his hand, he only heard a slight crackling sound, and grabbed out the forbidden jade slip.

Sticking it on his forehead, and using his spiritual sense to check it out, a trace of disappointment flashed on Wang Mo's face.

Obviously, the technique in it made him dissatisfied.

After that, he watched more than a dozen kinds in a row, and he put them all back.

"Huh? Ben Leishou!" When Wang Mo suddenly saw the No. 17 jade slip, his eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed it in his hand and started to check it.

After a while, Wang Mo opened his eyes, his eyes flickering with joy: "Sure enough, it's a second-level top-level magic technique. With this technique alone, this trip is worthwhile!"

Back then, he was only equivalent to the first-tier top-level Thunderbolt Hand, and he has used it until now, and has made great achievements. If it is complete, its power will definitely be even higher.

As for the lightning-type spells, among many spells, they were already known for their powerful power, which was stronger than the gold-type spells with killing skills.

The complete Thunderbolt Hand is definitely not weaker than the general third-order elementary skills.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Mo took out the identity token, put it on a formation plate on the iron frame, and put it away immediately.

Seeing a flash of brilliance on the jade slips, it returned to its original appearance again.

Wang Mo hurriedly penetrated his spiritual consciousness into it, and began to memorize the contents inside.

These jade slips have special restrictions set by the high-ranking monks of the sect, which are connected to the formation plate on the iron frame. Only when the corresponding contribution amount is deducted from the identity token will the restriction be opened.

But it was only a short quarter of an hour, and every disciple could only hurry up and memorize the contents.

Wang Mo's spiritual consciousness was already far above the same level, and it took only half an hour to imprint the contents in his mind, but in order not to make mistakes, he still checked it carefully again, so as not to miss anything.

"Huh!" Wang Mo smiled gratifiedly, put the jade slips back on the iron frame, scanned the rest of the jade slips, and found that they didn't meet his liking, so he calmed down, turned and walked out.

He glanced at the entrance of the second floor indiscriminately. Although he knew that there were more subtle spells there, it was obviously not the time to look at them.

Passing through layers of restrictions, he smiled and bowed to the people who greeted him one by one, and then came to the sleeping old man again and bowed before walking outside.

After he left, the old man suddenly opened his sleepy eyes, and two abnormally flickering rays of light came out, looking at Wang Mo's back, he said to himself: "He is indeed a good boy, he is a mother!"

Wang Mo, who was walking slowly while shaking his folding fan, suddenly staggered, and hurriedly stabilized his figure, showing a trace of embarrassment, and continued to walk forward.

But before he could go far, he was stopped by a group of three people.

"Hey, isn't this Lu Zhanfeng, a romantic Confucian who is well-known in the seven peaks of our Qing Yuzong? Brother Lu, why are you free to come to this secret pavilion today?" A slightly frivolous young monk said to Wang Mo yin and yang.

"Yeah, didn't you go out for a few years, and came back this time and missed a girl?" Another companion chimed in.

Only one of the slightly tall and thin young monks looked at Wang Mo with a sullen face and narrowed eyes.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Lan, Junior Brother Yuan, and Junior Brother Sun, please get out of the way, Lu is going over there!" Wang Mo smiled slightly and said to them.

Wang Mo secretly screamed, he knew all three of them, they were the disciples of Tianwu Peak, the third peak, Yuan Qingshan, Sun Taiqing, and Lan Xiaofeng.

And what he was afraid of was this Lan Xiaofeng, the reason why Lu Tianhong left the sect to go out to practice was because of this person's entanglement.

Because Lu Tianhong practiced evil skills, he tricked his younger sister Lan Xiaoyue out, and performed evil methods to take her true yin, resulting in her death.

But because he has always done things cleanly and never left anything behind, the sect finally let go of this matter.

But Lan Xiaofeng decided that it was Lu Tianhong who did it, so he started looking for him again and again.

If it wasn't for the other party's cultivation level not being weaker than his own, Lu Tianhong might have planned to kill him at the risk of being monitored by the sect.

In the end, he had no choice but to escape from the sect and died in Wang Mo's hands.

"Hey, Senior Brother Lu can walk wherever he wants, the younger brothers can't stop such a wide road!" Yuan Qingshan said with a playful smile, but he couldn't hide the chill and hatred in his eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Mo bowed slightly, as if he didn't care at all, so he wanted to spare a few people and move forward.

But when his figure moved, Sun Taiqing's figure flashed over there, blocking his way again.

Wang Mo didn't want to get entangled with him, and walked aside again, but was still stopped by the two of them.

Looking at the two people who were not forgiving, Wang Mo frowned, and said with a little displeasure: "The two junior brothers stopped me like this, could it be that Lu is easy to bully?"

Hearing this, Yuan Qingshan sneered, and suddenly said with disdain: "Hey, it's ridiculous, the main road is facing the sky and each side is on the other side. Could it be that this main peak mountain road has become your Huoyunfeng?"

"Haha, Junior Brother Yuan, what you said is wrong, maybe one day Senior Brother Lu will be...hehe!" Sun Taiqing laughed, and cast a look at Yuan Qingshan that you know.

Seeing the two sarcasm so much, even though Wang Mo knew that what they said was all aimed at Lu Tianhong, but at this moment he didn't want to get entangled with each other, and with a flash of real energy on his body, he wanted to push the two of them away.

"Oh!"

Lan Xiaofeng who was silent at the side, when he saw Wang Mo, stared at him without blinking, seeing his figure paused, he mobilized his vitality and stopped him.

"Senior Brother Lan, what's the meaning of this?" Wang Mo waved his folding fan with displeasure on his face.

"Hehe, I just have something to say to Junior Brother Lu!" Lan Xiaofeng said with a faint smile, but it seemed that he didn't seem to be facing the enemy who killed his sister at all.

Hearing this, Wang Mo frowned: "I also ask Senior Brother Lan to enlighten me!"

"Man is doing what the sky is watching!" Lan Xiaofeng paused every word, but after saying this sentence, his lips moved one after another, but no words came out.

"Hehe, I'll save it, little brother!" Wang Moding glanced at him and said with a slight smile.

Naturally, he could see the words expressed by the shape of his mouth, but it was 'the enmity between the sisters will never end'!

Regarding this, Wang Mo could only laugh it off. Among the sects, fighting is strictly prohibited, unless it is on the final battle stage, where life and death will be determined.

Back then, Lan Xiaofeng was so entangled that Lu Tianhong had no choice but to go out to practice in the sect.

Naturally, Wang Mo would not engage in such useless fights.

After finishing speaking, he slightly bowed his hands to the three of them, and then walked down the mountain.

Yuan and Sun next to him were about to stop him again, but they were stopped by Lan Xiaofeng: "One day!"

Hearing this, the two had no choice but to stare at Wang Mo's back with hatred, and then walked up the mountain together with Lan Xiaofeng.

At this time, many disciples were already watching around. Seeing how their swords were on edge, they thought there would be a wonderful fight, but they just chatted, and they all shook their heads and left with a sigh in disappointment.