Zuo Mo was not particularly noticeable among the crowd, a cultivator who had just barely managed to survive in the Small Mountain Realm. No one paid much attention to him, and everyone kept to themselves, but the disciples of the Bright Sky Sect were laughing and chatting loudly.

  "In this day and age, who cultivates the Five Elements Fist? I heard that Lu Shiying hasn't been seen or heard from until now, no one knows where he ran off to. How could anyone possibly find someone cultivating the Five Elements Fist in such a short time?"

  "Lu Hui is not very clear-headed. It's better to follow Qi Ge's approach, at worst we can find more people and make up the five lines!"

  "Haha..."

  Xiao Mo listened to these people chatting as if no one was around, when a low voice came from beside him: "Brother, what's your name?"

  "Me?" Zuo Mo pointed at himself, a look of confusion on his face.

  "Haha, I took one look at the young brother and saw that he's extraordinary, so I had the intention of making friends. How bold!" The speaker was a middle-aged man with a sharp face. Beside him stood seven or eight people who seemed to be in cahoots.

  Zuo Mo casually came up with a fake name: "My name is Wang Hong, what should I call you?"

  "In the lower willow village." The middle-aged man cupped his hands and asked tentatively: "Which side is Brother Wang on?"

  Zuo Mo casually said: "Nonsense." Then he muttered to himself: "Are they your brothers?"

  "Wang brothers, sharp eyes and golden vision!" Liu Gui smiled and said. After a brief conversation between the two sides, he knew that nothing could be extracted from Zuo Mo's mouth, so he stopped talking. The few people beside him had serious faces and were not in the mood for chatting.

  It's not just them, but also the people around them are all with worried faces.

  Zuo Mo suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Is everyone just going to be so honest?" He couldn't quite understand it. The other side was only three disciples of Ming Jue, yet they had driven away nearly twenty cultivators.

  Liu Guixin was secretly shocked, earlier seeing this guy hiding in the crowd with a fearful face, now asking out this sentence, but it doesn't seem like someone who is timid. He calmly said: "No way, what else can we do, they are from Mingxia Sect."

  Zuo Mo smiled and didn't continue speaking.

  After a while, Liu Guiyuan thought about it and felt that Zuo Mo seemed to be hinting at something. Seeing Zuo Mo close his mouth and not speak, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Wang, do you have any good ideas?"

  He glanced at him and smiled: "What good way can I have?"

  Liu Gui felt that this young man had some unfathomable depth, previously seeming timid, but now with a calm face, seemingly not worried at all. Liu Gui had seen countless people and believed in his own vision; the demeanor this person exuded was absolutely unlike ordinary people.

  Could it be some powerful cultivator?

  He racked his brains and turned over all the famous Taoist priests he knew, but couldn't find a similar one.

  Because I'm too young!

  "Wang brothers look very young." Liu Gui couldn't help but speak again to probe: "They look like they're just in their twenties, and at such a young age, they can already condense their veins. Their innate talent is indeed outstanding."

  Zuo Mo just smiled and didn't say anything.

  But unexpectedly, Liu Gui's words caught the attention of his companions. Generally speaking, those who can break through the condensation vein at around twenty years old are mostly disciples with a good background and a reputable school.

  Men generally don't pay much attention to their appearance, and the price of Rejuvenating Pellets isn't cheap, so few people will spend this crystal. Therefore, it's often difficult for female cultivators to discern age, while male cultivators can usually still tell. Zuo Mo's face was obviously extremely young.

  However, the expression on his face inadvertently revealed a maturity far beyond his age.

  "In the lower Zheng Zhong, he is their senior brother." The cultivator who was in charge of introducing himself spoke, and his words suddenly startled the other few fellow disciples. They all lifted their heads, looking at their senior brother with some astonishment, even Liu Gui revealed a surprised expression. In their impression, their senior brother rarely spoke, this time he actually took the initiative to speak, and they couldn't help but cast their eyes on Zuo Mo's body.

  "Brother Zheng is good." Zuo Mo cupped his hands, not daring to underestimate the opponent. His divine sense was unusually sharp, and this Zheng Zhong, although his eyes were cast downward, was a master of Condensing Pulse Triple Heaven!

  The cultivator of the Threefold Heaven's pulse, in Xiaoshan boundary, is the top-notch master! Such a master, although may not necessarily turn against the Mingxia Sect, should also be able to drive out more than just a few Mingxia disciples.

  Or do they have ulterior motives?

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, he didn't want his plan to have any more uncertain factors. The treasures of the secret realm, he wasn't concerned about at this time, but was extremely worried about the safety of the foolish bird.

  That guy is pitifully stupid and arrogant like a bird, it's no wonder he doesn't suffer outside.

  "Little brother is quite skilled, impressive!" Zheng Zhong said sincerely.

  The others were instantly stunned, staring at Zuo Mo as if they were looking at a freak.

  Zuo Mo felt a bit awkward being stared at by everyone, and hastily said: "Haha, Brother Zheng is joking, I'm just a newcomer to the first heaven, please take care of me, seniors!"

  Zheng Zhong did not refute, smiled slightly, and then lowered his eyes.

  Zuo Mo was made somewhat uneasy by Zheng Zhong's smile, and decided to keep a distance from this group of people, lest he provoke some trouble. He had already dared to confirm that these people were after the secret realm. As for the secret realm, he didn't care about it; he only hoped that his own affairs wouldn't be ruined.

  "Big brother, I don't think this person is anything special!" a younger brother asked through a secret message.

  Among them, they can communicate with each other through a secret language that others cannot detect.

  Liu Gui glanced at him and whispered: "I think this person's background is not simple. Do you see any tension in his expression?"

  "He has a murderous aura about him, at least four or five people have been killed by his hands."

  Several people were shocked and frightened at once.

  "No... it can't be!" Someone stuttered through the secret language: "Isn't his cultivation just one day old? How is it possible to kill four or five people?"

  Several others also looked incredulous on their faces.

  A first heaven cultivator, in a small mountain boundary, killed four people in a row. This is almost unimaginable. First heaven is the lowest level of power in the small mountain boundary, in other words, every person he killed was not weaker than him. One person continuously taking down four or five cultivators who are no worse than himself, the difficulty is really too great.

  "Could he have some powerful treasure on him?" a fellow disciple asked through a secret message.

  "Don't provoke unnecessary trouble." Zheng said seriously, "This person's strength is not simple, everyone should be careful later."

  Zuo Mo noticed that this group of people would occasionally glance at him, and he secretly cursed to himself. Could it be that he had really caught their attention? This was not a good thing!

  There were about twenty people in the group. Zuo Mo was very suspicious that these Clear Sky Sect disciples had stopped all the cultivators they had met along the way. From time to time, he could hear someone whispering, but those Clear Sky Sect disciples never paid attention.

  The crowd flew for about an hour and met two more Ming Xiao disciples again.

  One of Ming Xiao's disciples said, "You're all moving too slowly! Huang Shixiong has been waiting for you guys, and that Luo Hui guy is nowhere to be found, slacking off as usual. Humph, this time you won't get any good stuff!"

  Someone among the group of cultivators laughed and said: "That's a good idea, who knows, we might even get an extra one or two!"

  Several others burst out laughing.

  "It seems you've had a good harvest, let's hurry up, Huang Shixiong is waiting anxiously."

  Zuo Mo secretly felt a chill in his heart. The lineup of these Ming Jiao disciples was indeed impressive, and it seemed that the Ming Jiao sect really did consider Xiaoyao Sanjie as their own backyard.

  A group of people flew to a small valley, the small valley was heavily guarded, and the disciples of the Ming Xiao sect were all holding flying sword treasures, with an air of being on high alert. There were already about twenty or thirty cultivators gathered here.

  Huang Zhuo Guang stood proudly on a mountain peak, looking down at the cultivators below, and asked in a low voice: "Have all the people of the Five Elements Formula been found?"

  Huang Zhuo Guang had a slender build, with long eyebrows and a high nose bridge. He wore a bright yellow spiritual armor, with a deep red cloak draped over his shoulders. His hair was tied back with a copper-colored hair tie, and he wore deep blue gloves on both hands. On his feet were a pair of tiger-head boots that shone like gold. He exuded an aura of power and grandeur. As the most outstanding member of the second generation of Ming Xiao Sect disciples, he was also the most influential. He himself was a favorite disciple of the old ancestor of Ming Xiao Sect, and was undoubtedly the leader among the sect's disciples.

  "We're still short of someone skilled in aquatic escape techniques." A sister disciple beside him spoke softly, her voice like a gentle breeze. She was dressed in a pale yellow palace attire, her eyebrows slightly raised in entreaty. She seemed puzzled and asked: "Elder brother, why don't we let the outer sect disciples help out? Wouldn't that make things easier?"

  "What about the Outer Hall?" Huang Zhuo Guang coldly snorted: "That bunch of trash, can't even guard Nan Sheng Town, still expecting them to be of help to us?"

  "Ah!" The junior sister was shocked: "Something happened to Wai Tang? Someone dares to be an enemy of the Ming Xiao Sect?"

  "Hmph! Who cares about anyone else!" Huang Zhuo Guang narrowed his eyes, his tone cold and stern: "Just kill them! After this matter is settled, we'll head straight to the Outer Hall. Master handed over the Outer Hall to He Xiang, but that guy turned out to be so incompetent! With Master in seclusion, as a disciple, I should naturally take on some responsibilities."

  The younger sister gazed at her older brother with a dazed expression, feeling that his overbearing manner was unmatched.

  "Which one of you knows the Water Movement Technique?" someone shouted at Zuo Mo and his group.

  No response.

  The disciple of Ming Xiao sneered, and then said: "Those who know the Water Movement Technique come out and help us. The reward is this four-product flying sword!"

  He raised the flying sword in his hand.

  This flying sword has a very strange shape, like the sharp teeth of a monster, and its body is made of some unknown material, emitting a faint white glow. Even at a distance of two or three zhang, one can still clearly feel the killing intent emanating from the flying sword.

  What a vicious weapon!

  Zuo Mo was secretly shocked in his heart, this flying sword's quality was absolutely extraordinary, just the extremely pure and fierce killing intent was enough to drive countless sword cultivators crazy.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the crowd that had been quiet until now suddenly erupted.

  Me!

  I will!

  "Me! Me! Me!"

  ……

  Immediately, seven or eight pairs of hands were raised.

  Zuo Mo raised his hand, he wanted to see what kind of tricks this group was playing. He noticed that Zheng Zhong had also raised his hand. He calmly swept a glance around him, carefully recalling the information he had extracted from Lu Hui's mouth and matching it with the Ming Jue disciples he could see.

  His gaze soon fell on a small mountain peak, where a dazzling figure stood.

  Ming Xiao's Eagle - Huang Zhuo Guang!