"Well, Haotian." Mo Bei changed the subject and returned to the main topic, and said with a smile: "Have you had any missions in the sect to go to the Jumen area recently?"

"Ah?" Long Haotian was stunned for a moment, and then said, "There is, but the boss. All the cross-domain tasks can only be accepted by cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage. Will it be a bit dangerous if we go now?"

Mo Bei smiled faintly and shook his head and said, "You are not afraid of danger. Just be careful on the road. I just want to go to Jumen to visit relatives. I haven't seen my brother for five or six years, so I want to go home and have a look."

Mo Bei's words shocked everyone.

Long Haotian twitched his lips and asked, "Boss, I haven't heard of you having a younger brother in these years. However, if the boss really wants to go to the Jumen area, he has to ask Luo You if there is any solution."

Speaking of this, Long Haotian himself felt a little embarrassed and smiled awkwardly: "Actually, Luo You are the best at accepting cross-domain tasks across the board."

"Luoyou's family is very prestigious in Taixu Sect. It just so happens that the Immortal Crane Hall in this inner sect has disciples from the Fang family."

"Oh?" Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Luoyou with a gentle smile.

The latter smiled heartily and nodded, "That's true, but...Mo Bei, which range do you want to go to the Jumen area? I would also like to ask the disciples in the clan to see if they can receive the task there in the near future!"

"Well," Mo Bei pondered for a moment before saying: "It's probably the East China Sea area."

"East Sea Area..." Fang Luoyou raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "This East Sea area is extremely dangerous. It is usually a task that only disciples dare to take on at the second or third level, or even third or fourth level, will dare to take on."

"Okay, leave this matter to me. I will contact the disciples of the lower clan tomorrow. I will give you a reply in a few days. It should be said that there is no problem." Fang Luoyou nodded with a smile.

Mo Bei nodded and thought to himself: "In the past, my master asked me to go to find him in Jumen Realm and Donghai. If this time is feasible, after I find my master, I will just pretend to die and leave Taixu Sect. In this way, I will not cause trouble for Luoyou and the others."

Because of this little episode today, Mo Bei no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to do the task for a while, so he said goodbye to everyone and returned to Aolong Peak.

Little did he know that this incident today had spread throughout the Taixu Sect in a very short time, causing a storm of waves and lasting for a long time.

After a few months, when it was about to calm down, the turmoil further turned into a storm of debate, which is stronger, which is better, sword spirit or swordsmanship.

The theory of the powerful swordsmanship, several of the True Lords of the Yuanshen were red in their faces and wanted to fight several times.

However, no matter what, Mo Bei completely walked into the sight of the elders of Taixu Sect and the Lord of the Ridge Peak.

Ten days later.

At this moment, Mo Bei was unaware of these things. He was sitting quietly on the stone bench in the Sutra Pavilion of Aolong Peak.

The ancient books around him are piled up like mountains.

Mo Bei was immersed in the vast sea of ​​books and greedily absorbed knowledge.

"Huh. It turns out that there are so many ways to train and practice sword spirits. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's really surprising to see it."

After a long time, Mo Bei finally turned the book in his hand to the last page, slowly closed it, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his eyes were full of burning voices to himself.

"The sword spirits tamed by Aolong Peak are mainly descendants of the dragon clan."

Mo Bei slowly recalled, absorbing the knowledge he had just learned, and was constantly digesting it.

"The sword spirits of the descendants of the three thousand dragon clans are divided into various types. They are classified into two types of descendants of the dragon clan. One is the snake body, dragon claws, and the real dragon soaring in the sky. The other is the magic dragon. It has thick limbs, well... it is a bit similar to the Western dragon in the previous life."

Mo Bei smashed it and said, "But these two dragons really exist! This surprised me."

As he said that, he subconsciously opened the book and found the place where he had read it before. He pointed to the font introduced in the line and slowly read it: "The 5th Lord of Aolong Peak, the sword spirit under his jurisdiction, happened to have these two descendants of the dragon clan evolved to the strongest state. The three-clawed demon dragon and the flying locust dragon."

Mo Bei became more and more excited as he looked at it. He showed a desire and excitement in his eyes. He pinched his chin and subconsciously touched a book to the left, but he felt a little free.

He turned his head and looked closely and realized that the mountains of books on the left had been read by himself and were all placed on the desktop on the right.

"Oh... there are too few books in the Aolongfeng Sutra Pavilion." Mo Bei shook his head dissatisfiedly, looked up at the Sutra Pavilion. The few books on the bookshelf were sighing inwardly: "Unclearly, I have read all the books in the Aolongfeng Sutra Pavilion in the past ten days!"

"But... I feel that only the knowledge about sword spirit has uncovered the tip of the iceberg."

Mo Bei calmed down, stood up, held the books that had been read by himself, and put them back on the bookshelf one by one and placed them.

"Let's go to that market to see. The books in Taixu Sect market record everything about the entire Taixu Sect! There should be the knowledge you want to know!"

"But it's not in vain. The potential point has increased by seven points, which is also a reward!"

Mo Bei made up his mind and immediately walked out of Aolong Peak, stood on the edge of the cliff and sacrificed the fire phoenix, jumped onto the back of the fire phoenix.

"Gar!"

The fire phoenix cried, waved its wings of flames, stirring up a strong sea of ​​fire in the air, exploding and sank into the clouds.

Half an hour later.

Mo Bei appeared in front of the Sutra Library in Taixu Zongfang City.

He looked up and saw that the Sutra Pavilion was an octagonal tower that was about thirty floors high, and the jade pavilion of the jade tower. There were all kinds of sword spirits carved on the eaves, ferocious and lifelike.

On the wall, the exquisite and quaint patterns flashed and dark, showing a desolate atmosphere.

"Wow, what a big Sutra Library! This is four or five times larger than the Sutra Library in the Penglai Peninsula!"

Mo Bei was so shocked that he exhaled, raised his eyebrows, and his face was full of surprise. Then the surprise turned into excitement, and he patted the bulging spirit stone bag around his waist: "This is enough to see enough!"

Mo Bei stepped over the threshold and entered the entrance, and the entire Taixu Sect Sutra Pavilion was completely hollowed out!

It is not divided into first and second floors and other floors. The entire octagonal tower is completely a barrel-shaped existence that is hollowed out from it.

The circular walls are inlaid with bookshelf, and there are countless books placed on the wooden racks.

Not only that, even the hollow void above Mo Bei's head was floating up and down, and countless books on it were floating slowly in the void.

The inner disciples were stepping on the spiritual sword or following the circular staircase surrounding the wall, slowly walking into the void, and randomly selecting the books they needed.

Even though Mo Bei, who was knowledgeable, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at this moment, he was really shocked.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and then he walked to the bookshelf closest to him and stopped.

Mo Bei was ready to pick up a lot of books without saying a word and paid the spirit stone at the counter.

Mo Bei subconsciously jumped and his body flew five feet high. After his body reached its peak, he did not fall.

An invisible force was generated in the octagonal tower of the Sutra Pavilion, slowly lifting Mo Bei's body and floating in the endless sea of ​​books.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that this octagonal tower would have such a strange power." Mo Bei was amazed. With his thoughts, his body slowly floated along with his thoughts. He found a hanging table and chair around the wall and sat down, and began to read intently.

Mo Bei picked up a book casually, sat on the slowly floating table and chair, placed the book right, spread it out, and read out the title of the book word by word:

"The art of taming the water-based sword spirit."

Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and began to fall into reading.

Two hours later.

"Huh, this is how the water-based sword spirit is. Only when the water-based martial arts are used can the power be fully exerted. If the fire-based martial arts are used and combined with the water-based sword spirit, the power can only be exerted at five levels!"

"Also," Mo Bei licked his lips and echoed: "It turns out that sword spirits with various attributes are closely related to the surrounding environment. If they are in the water, the water-based sword spirit will be at ease, but the fire-based sword spirit will be restrained by the environment! If they are in the sky, then the earth-based sword spirits or earth-based sword spirits will not be able to exert their power."

Mo Bei first swallowed it, absorbed all the knowledge of the whole book into his mind, and then chewed it slowly, slowly analyzing all the knowledge he obtained and remembered it in his heart.

At this time—

"Ding! Ding!"

A crisp sound of golden swords raids suddenly exploded in Mo Bei's ears like thunder.

The sound of the golden swords fighting was extremely rhythmic, as if someone was striking an iron. A hammer hit the heart, and Mo Bei's heart twitched and missed, and his soul seemed to be affected.

"Who is it?"

Mo Bei suddenly woke up from his thoughts, his brows suddenly frowned, and a little dissatisfied in his heart, and he thought to himself: "Who is so unqualified and noisy in this Sutra Pavilion?"

Mo Bei turned his head left and right and looked around, as if he wanted to find out the prankster.

However, in the huge Sutra Library, every disciple quietly held the book and read it carefully, concentrating on his mind, and no one made any noise.

At the same time, the crisp sound of iron thunder disappeared without a trace.

"Strange, are it Ji Wubing's guys who are not dispersed? Are you here to make trouble?" Mo Bei narrowed his eyes and searched for a circle of fruitlessness. Seeing the sound disappearing, he stopped pursuing it and continued to look down at the book.

Just when he was fascinated by it just now!

Sudden--

"bite!!"
Chapter completed!