Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Nan Ming Zi (1/2)
Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Nan Ming Zi
Zuo Mo did not panic. He only narrowed his eyes at the sword light heading towards them.
There was only one reason. With Wu Kong Sword Sect’s present status in Sky Moon Jie, no one would so foolishly dare to antagonize them. Different than the other grand sects’ steady conduct, the offensive power that Wu Kong Sword Sect were able to display had shook all of Sky Moon Jie. No one was able to rival the fame of Xin Yan’s Ice Dragon Sword.
He took out a little flag from his ring. Raising his hand, the little flag started to grow. The mast of the flag was more than three zhang high, about the thickness of a goose eye, completely black, and appeared to be made out of steel. On the black flag, the words “Wu Kong” seemed to radiate unlimited power. The brush strokes were like sword strokes, appearing to almost fly offof the flag.
When the disciples saw the flag, all of them had a joyous expression. They sighed at the affection that the sect leader had towards Zuo Mo. Each sect had their own tokens to prove their identities. This flag was Wu Kong Sword Sect’s token. Other than being a token, it was also a talisman that had been forged by several jindan together, who imbued it with many powerful abilities.
This Wu Kong flag had been something Shi Feng Rong had specially gone to Pei Yuan Ran to obtain for Zuo Mo.
As the sword light reached them, a xiuzhe about forty years old, with a white clean-shaven faceand wearing a green Taoist robe could be seen. He was standing on a flying sword. At first glance, he saw the flag. His expression changed slightly. The name of Wu Kong Sword Sect had really become too famous recently.
Nan Ming Zi leapt down from the flying sword, and the flying sword flew into the sword sheath on his back.
“Humble Taoist Nan Ming Zi greets the friends from Wu Kong Sword Sect!”
“Greetings friend.” Zuo Mo folded his hands and bowed.
The wariness in Zuo Mo’s heart did not lessen at all. Nan Ming Zi was in the intermediate stage of ningmai, higher than all of the disciples here. The Desolate Wood Reef was also on the border of the jie river. If Nan Ming Zihad any ill intentions,killed them for their treasure, and escaped through the jie river into Little Mountain Jie, the sect wouldn’t be able to easily find him.
Nan Ming Zi looked at the Wu Kong flag, and a flash of greed shone in his eyes. A talisman that took several jindan to forge, naturally it was one of the finest! However, he quickly pushed down the greed in his heart. A sect token was a good talisman, but it was also a hot potato.
When he detected everyone’s cultivation, his own heart instantly relaxed greatly.
He noticed Zuo Mo. From beginning to now, it was this person that was speaking with him. He must be the leader of this group. He suddenly stared, “Friend looks very familiar, please tell me of your great name!”
“This one is Zuo Mo,” Zuo Mo answered. He had caught sight of the glimmer of greed that had briefly flashed in the other’s eyes. He was way too familiar with this kind of gaze.
“Zuo Mo?” Nan Ming Zi furrowed his brows to think. This face and the name, he was very familiar with both. He suddenly lifted his head, “Zuo Mo of the formation-seal-style?”
“Just little tricks, they don’t deserve to be mentioned,” Zuo Mo smiled expressionlessly.
Nan Ming Zi’s heart suddenly became cold. It had only been half a year since the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference. Zuo Mo’s name had still not been forgotten. He took back his original estimation. This expressionless guy in front of him had defeated ningmai before.
And the terrifying formation-seal-style … …
His gaze instinctively scanned the surroundings.
Line after line of criss-crossing pathways, piles of rock that clearly had been dug up … …
His heart suddenly beat faster. No way … … formation-seal-style … …
Zuo Mo’s expressionless face suddenly transformed into something as deep as the ocean, his stare appeared cold like a hunter watching prey caught in a trap. He rejoiced that he hadn’t attacked just now. This zombie in front of him was one that killed without a trace!
There were many rumours about why the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference had stopped in the middle, but no matter which version was told, they all used that enormous pit as the basis.
Nan Ming Zi was old and he had cultivated for a long time. His cultivation was even higher than people like Gu Rong Ping. However, he was from a small sect. In terms of attack power and techniques, he had to admit he wasn’t a match for the youths of the Sword Test Conference.
A drop of sweat flowed down his back.
“Ha ha. This poor Taoist is planning on passing through the jie river from here. Can this Taoist borrow this land to rest for a few days?” Nan Ming Zi hurriedly said. “If this one disturbs, please forgive my intrusion!”
His hands were passingover five pieces of third-grade jingshi.
Zuo Mo hadn’t expected the other to be so proactive. He did not change his expression as he took the five pieces of jingshi. “You are too polite! We have just taken possession of the Desolate Wood Reef from Heart Lake Sword Sect. There hasn’t been time to construct a few buildings. It is a poor place with little to offer, please have tolerance.”
Heart Lake Sword Sect … …
The sweat on Nan Ming Zi’s forehead became even more pronounced. If Wu Kong Sword Sect could be called the rising nouveau-rich, than Heart Lake Sword Sect was old money with deep foundations!
Since it was related to two big sects, Nan Ming Zi didn’t dare to act easily. He originated from a small sect and was very clear what power these big sects possessed. If it was only Wu Kong Sword Sect, he might dare to risk it; but since it also related to Heart Lake Sword Sect, he no longer had the courage.
The other disciples looked at Zuo Mo with eyes full of admiration. The other was a ningmai!
Nan Ming Zi was very tired after a long flight. He found a spot to meditate and recover his strength. The disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect found that in the next few days, Shixiong would walk all over the place, occasionally putting all kinds of strange materials into the ground, or casting some spells that no one understood.
But the formation that everyone imagined did not show any signs of completion.
Some less courageous disciples became panicked. Nan Ming Zi appeared friendly up until now, but they still worried. The other was much stronger than them. After recovering, the difference between the two sides would be even greater.
Zuo Shixiong’s big formation still appeared incomplete.
The third day, just like normal, Zuo Mo continuously cast all kinds of spells on the ground. He didn’t seem very rushed, his composure idle.