Chapter 178 Taoist priest Puling

The vicissitudes of life sounded. Wang Mo followed the sound and saw a whirlpool in the depths of the palace. Immediately, a figure appeared. He was a middle-aged man with a little gray hair. He held a dust brush in his right hand, looked at Sister Bai and Sister Xiao below, and immediately wandered away to Wang Mo.

Huh? Bai Yun, who is this person?

When this middle-aged man saw Wang Mo, he looked up and down. Seeing that he was just the five-level cultivation of Yuanying, he didn't pay much attention to it and asked Sister Bai next to Wang Mo.

Sister Bai's name is Bai Yun, and she is beautiful. She glanced at Wang Mo, who was beside her, and arched her hand and said, "To the master, this man was found by us on the territory of my Fenglingdao. I was worried that he was a spy sent by Hualingdao, so I brought him over and let the master fall."

"Oh, is it the spy of Hualingdao?"

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and looked at Wang Mo with a smile. Suddenly, he put all his thoughts into Wang Mo's body.

"This guy also wants to spy on me!"

Wang Mo stood below and suddenly felt a mysterious force penetrated into his body from the outside world and wandered in his body. However, he did not resist, because the fairy feather in his eyebrows automatically started to protect some of his secrets.

When this mysterious force poured into the eyebrows, it turned down slightly.

It seems that this middle-aged man didn't find anything.

After a while, this force was withdrawn by the other party. The middle-aged man glanced at Wang Mo indifferently and immediately looked at his two disciples: "Don't worry, I have observed that the skill cultivated in his body is not the mental method of transforming spirit, and it should not be a spy. Young man, tell me, how did you get here?

Wang Mo talked about the skeleton world. When it came to why he could enter the central castle, Wang Mo said that he had joined the team guarding the nine palaces, so he could get close to it.

As for whether it is true or not, let them judge. Anyway, these people have never entered, and even if they know, they may not know much.

After the middle-aged man heard Wang Mo's words, his expression changed and he was surprised: "You actually came from the skeleton world? So, what level have you been promoted to?

Wang Mo was also very shocked and surprised by the middle-aged man's problem. The other party seemed to know something about the skeleton world, which made Wang Mo a little uneasy, but his look did not change, but said very calmly, "I'm already at the bronze level there!"

"Bronze level?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, stood up from his seat, walked to Wang Mo's side, held his wrist, and entered an aura and looked around.

The more the middle-aged man looked at it, the more shocked he became, and the happier he became. Suddenly, he grabbed Wang Mo's hand and said cautiously, "Since you have left with a bronze skeleton, do you have the skill of forging?"

Forging skills?

Wang Mo suddenly realized that he was so close to himself in pursuit of physical skills, but there is another problem. Looking at the other party's cultivation, he is a perfect monk at the peak in the later stage of Lianding. His strength is absolutely strong. Why do he need this skill?

"Senior, I do have a skill in my hand. The question is, what's the use of this skill?"

Wang Mo doesn't ask this kind of thing clearly, he will feel uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned and knew that he could not be lucky to get this similar skill. If he wanted Wang Mo to hand over the skill formula frankly, he must let the other party know his sincerity, so the middle-aged man explained.

"Young man, do you know what the skills we are practicing now?"

"What?" Wang Mo asked curiously, and he could see that the middle-aged man seemed to be talking about something big.

The middle-aged man said, "The skills we practice now start with the practice of qi, that is, the practice of internal elixir. But this cultivation only improves the divine magic and does not help itself. In the face of powerful monks, our bodies still can't stand the fight! However, if you get the skills of practicing the body, even if you meet a monk several levels higher than yourself, you may not fall behind. This is the right way to practice the law and the body."

"Then why don't you cultivate your body?"

Wang Mo felt very strange. Since the magic body was double modified, why did they just practice spells as soon as they entered the fairy gate?

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "There is nothing we can do about this. In fact, there is an essential difference between a martial artist and a true man. That is, martial arts practice is shallow and deep, while true practitioners are deep and shallow. How to say... The world can practice martial arts, but it is very difficult to really make a difference, so there are fewer and fewer powerful martial artists, and in the end they are almost extinct. But the practitioners are different. Although you need a spiritual root to cultivate truth, as long as you have a spiritual root, get on the right track of cultivation, and work hard, you still have a great chance to live for hundreds of years. Both have advantages and disadvantages, and the strength of both sides should be balanced. But..."

"But what is it?"

Wang Mo frowned, raised his ears and listened quietly.

"Unfortunately, the skill of forging disappeared a long time ago and was brought into a different world by a powerful warrior. This different world has disappeared in the eyes of the world, and there is no powerful existence for martial arts. Therefore, martial arts have been cut off. Over time, martial arts practice is only carried out among ordinary ordinary ordinary laymen, just to protect themselves. And no longer pursue the supreme way of heaven.

"So that's it!" Wang Mo nodded and immediately asked, "So, is the different world mentioned by the predecessor before the skeleton world?"

"Not bad! This is the world!" The middle-aged man said firmly, "A lot of high-level forging skills have been lost in this world, and each book is of great help to us now! So..."

He looked at Wang Mo with a pair of burning eyes: "Young man, it's really not easy for you to come from the skeleton world."

Wang Mo paused for a moment and asked, "Then I don't know if the seniors know why they will become skeletons when they enter the skeleton world?"

"Ha ha, this is because of the geographical location of the skeleton world, which happens to be at the three intersections of the mortal hell of the fairy world. The energy is strange, and the flesh and blood will be restrained, especially the flesh and blood of ordinary people. However, the golden skeleton can gradually get rid of it. I think you should have seen the golden skeleton.

"Hmm!"

"Ha ha, after saying so much, can you give that skill to me to witness?"

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Mo with burning eyes, with a smile on his face.

Wang Mo was slightly stunned, but there was no movement. He just frowned and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Ha ha, don't worry, I won't treat you badly! Our Fenglingdao has such a rule. If we make a great contribution to our sect, we can recruit them as official disciples. The skills in your hand are of great help to our cultivation. Not to mention recruiting you as an official disciple, even if you become a disciple of one of the ten elders of Fenglingdao, it is more than enough. How's it going? Have you thought about it?"

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Mo with a smile.

Wang Mo looked at the other party, but kept measuring it in his heart. Seeing the other party's resolute face, he knew that he must agree, otherwise he would immediately be unfavorable to him.

No matter when and where, they are combined with their own interests. If they have no use value, they will be discarded like a rag.

Wang Mo is not a disciple of his sect, just a stranger brought in from the outside. There is no need to expect the other party to have any feelings for him.

Thinking over and over again, Wang Mo nodded and agreed.

"Haha, okay!"

Seeing that Wang Mo agreed, the middle-aged man laughed and brushed his beard. He was very satisfied. He said, "My name is Taoist priest Pu Ling. You call me Taoist priest Pu. Come with me."

Taoist priest Pu waved his hand, and Wang Mo followed him.

"Master..."

The white rhyme said in a delicate voice, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Taoist priest Pu Ling.

"Bai Yun, as a teacher, take him to the ten elders."

"What?" Hearing that he was going to take Wang Mo to the ten elders, the two women looked at Wang Mo in front of them with a shocked face. They opened their lips gently and didn't know what to say.

Ten elders are the top ten elders of Fenglingdao. The worst of each elder is the level of earth immortals. The higher level is the cultivation of immortals, which is only one level lower than the ancestors of Fenglingdao.

However, only one level is also very different, like a gap that cannot be crossed.

"Ten elders?"

Wang Mo followed Pu Lingdao and went out of the door. The Taoist priest waved the dust in his hand, and suddenly a blue light shot out of his dust. After a few circles around the two, Wang Mo felt that he had been rolled up and flew into the air by an extremely powerful force.

"In the fairyland, only monks who practice the divine realm can barely fly. This Puling Taoist priest is already the peak of the late Lianding period, and it is normal to be able to fly into the sky."

Below are huge mountains, coiled around like dragons. Each mountain range has a high head, surging out endless fairy spirits to cultivate the Fenglingdao disciples in the mountains.

Wang Mo looked at the mountains that kept retreating backwards and said darkly.

Suddenly, a virtual shadow shot from the opposite side. When he saw Pu Ling Taoist priest, the light stopped and stopped. The light flashed. A middle-aged woman walked out. She glanced at Wang Mo faintly. Seeing that he was not a native of the Taoist, there was a trace of murder in her eyes. She turned to Pu Ling Taoist priest and said coldly, "Brother Pu Ling. This time, Hualingdao provoked my Fenglingdao. In the past few days, many spies of Hualingdao came in and were caught by us. You took an unimposed person, but you found out his identity?

It turns out that this middle-aged woman is the senior sister of Pu Lingdao, called Fengyi Xiangu. Not long ago, she has just been promoted to the level of Dixian and is applying to become the eleventh elder of Fenglingdao, so Fengyi Xiangu is very careful about this provocation of Hualingdao. If you see any suspicious person, you would rather kill them by mistake and never let them go.

Therefore, when she saw Wang Mo with a strange face, her expressionless face became frosty. She stared coldly at Wang Mo in front of her, but she was talking to Taoist priest Pu Ling.

Wang Mo looked at the other party's posture and muttered in his heart, "It seems that it's not the right time for me to come here, but it's really unlucky to break in at the other party's most ** time!"