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In the solemn and solemn Xuanwu Marshal Mansion, Mo Chen was lying on the bluestone floor, he was covered in blood, and his breath was like a gossamer, although he was dying, but his still childish face was still filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Suddenly, Mo Chen curled up and shivered, he only felt that his brain was as heavy as lead, and his whole body was as painful as being eaten by ten thousand ants.

When he woke up again, his eyes were clear and his pupils as deep as stars.

"Are you back?"

Mo Chen's eyes shimmered, and he looked at the hall slightly, "The Yuanyang calendar is 11,000 years, but I didn't expect that my Nebula Emperor has fallen for a hundred years." ”

Nebula Emperor Mo Xingyun, a man of the year in the Yuanyang Continent a hundred years ago, was already a peak powerhouse of the three realms of the Ming Martial Soul when he was only fifty years old.

A hundred years ago, he was born out of thin air, became famous in battle, challenged countless strong people in the mainland, and fought from the 100th place on the mainland emperor's list, all the way to the seventh place, without a single defeat, like a comet, dazzling for a while.

However, at this moment, he entered the forbidden land of the mainland alone, shook the Divine Monument, and accidentally fell into it, leaving endless legends alone.

His fall shocked the world, but it also relieved countless people, this madman comparable to the war demon finally disappeared, but there are also countless people who regret that they missed the battle for the top six of the emperor's landing list.

"A hundred years of return, I, the Nebula Emperor, finally returned." Mo Chen grinned slightly, and the memories of the original owner of this body gradually merged.

Ten years ago, the head of the marshals of the five armies of Tianyun State, Marshal Mo Zhenshan of Qinglong, was rumored to have committed treason, the Mo family was beheaded, and the ministers of the army jointly wrote a letter to save Mo Zhenshan's son and daughter, that is, Mo Chen and his sister Mo Zining.

Mo Zining was taken to the imperial palace, called raising, but in fact under house arrest, Mo Chen was exiled to the imperial city, seemingly benevolent and righteous, but in fact imprisoned, once he shows his talent, I am afraid that he will be strangled in the cradle by the royal family, and it will be difficult to step out of the imperial city for the rest of his life.

And he also has a resounding nickname in the imperial city: son of rebellion, son of traitor!

Fate is unlucky, the family changes dramatically, things around him are turned upside down, everyone is far away from him, even his childhood playmates are leaving one by one.

"Mo Chen, I'm sorry, we are no longer from the same world. My man must be the man who stands tall in this world, the future marshal, and the pillar of a country, but it's a pity that you can't even pass the assessment of the Imperial City Academy, we ...... Let's cut it in two......"

The girl who was a childhood sweetheart when she was young, the girl who once said: Brother Mo Chen, as long as you can defeat me in the future, I will marry you as a wife, and finally leave him, his world is dark, and it is really a sad fate.

At this moment, a heartbroken, grief-stricken cry sounded in Mo Chen's ears.

"Brother Chen, fat man, I'm sorry for you, I couldn't get a life-saving pill for you. If you go, the fat man will have no fellow travelers, and I will be the only one to peek at the girl's trick of swallowing cucumbers in the future. You often say that sharing is king, fat man, I have no one to share now. ”

"I still remember the last time I couldn't hold back the lower half of my body, I stabbed the window with a gunshot, if you weren't in front of me, the fat man would have been dead on the spot, this life-saving grace can only be repaid in the next life."

A little fat man who was almost the same in the horizontal vertical threw himself beside Mo Chen, beating the ground very hard, a handful of snot and tears, the more he cried, the more sad he became, and people who didn't know thought he was dead.

"Dead fatty, Xuanwu Mansion is not a place for you to cry and mourn, don't disturb the masters to discuss the matter of expelling poison for Marshal Han. The beggar's martial soul was broken, and the gods couldn't save him, so they quickly dragged the beggar's body away. ”

A guard crossed the fat man's side, trying to drive him out.

The fat man's crying bitterly and the guard's words completely fused the memories in Mo Chen's mind, and he finally knew why his life was hanging by a thread and appeared in the Xuanwu Mansion.

In order to rescue his sister and replace his father Zhaoxue, he has participated in the entrance examination of the Imperial City Academy since he was twelve years old, but some people have secretly done tricks and failed to pass the assessment for three consecutive years.

Today, he went to take the fourth assessment, which was also his last chance to take the assessment, because the maximum age for enrollment in the Imperial City Academy was sixteen.

The result can be imagined, the assessment still failed, and under the anger, Mo Chen could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and questioned the school loudly, but he was beaten severely and almost beaten to death, but in the end, he failed to survive, and he was reborn by Mo Xingyun's coincidence.

And this little fat man Ye Zixuan is Mo Chen's sworn friend, and he is also a poor disciple who came out of the slums, and it was he who snatched Mo Chen out of the crowd and wanted to ask for a life-saving pill for Mo Chen.

Mo Chen's martial soul was shattered, but Ye Zixuan did not take him to the Martial Soul Palace, because the Martial Soul Hall of Tianyun Country was the power of the royal family, how could he treat Mo Chen, he only wanted to be able to get a life-saving pill in the hands of the inscription master, but today, Marshal Xuanwu invited all the inscription masters in the imperial city to heal his injuries, so Ye Zixuan had to take Mo Chen here.

Mo Chen has a few dead friends in the slums, but only this fat man Xuan dares to rob people in the Imperial City Academy, and make a big fuss in the Marshal's Mansion, after this incident, Mo Chen can see the reaction of his dead friends, there is no doubt that only this fat man Xuan is the most iron, and the only one!

"This fat man is a very iron brother!"

Mo Chen looked at this scene, and a warm current passed through his heart, he didn't expect to be reborn again, and he would meet such an iron brother for the first time.

"Brother Chen, fat man, I don't have any ability, and I can't save you now, but I can swear here, if I can turn over as a serf and sing in the future, I will avenge you if I fight for my life. Fatty, I'm very vindictive, and I remember all the guys who did it today. ”

"Dead fatty, do you wish I died?" Mo Chen smiled lightly.

"Wronged, Brother Chen, how could I ......"

Fat Zixuan devoted himself to crying, and suddenly, his body like a pine ball trembled suddenly, raised his head in shock, looked at Mo Chen, who was looking at him with a smile on his face, and was stunned for a few seconds, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in a panic, looked at it again, and said in shock: "Brother Chen, your injuries are healed?" No, you're already hanging by a thread, how can you get better so quickly, isn't it ......?"

Suddenly, Ye Zixuan's face changed wildly, he took a few steps back, and cried out in horror: "Brother Chen, you won't be a corpse, woo, I think you were alive, my brother and I treated you well, you can't come out and harm me." ”

"Corpse? Hurt you? Dead fatty, can you get bigger in your brain? ”

"Hey, it's really fatal to be injured so badly that you haven't died." The guard looked at Mo Chen in disbelief.

After confirming that Mo Chen was not dead, Fat Zixuan instantly showed a surprised smile, and hurriedly got up and wanted to roll in.

The guard's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand to stop him, and shouted: "Xuanwu Mansion is not a place for you beggars to make trouble, get out of here." ”

The fat man glanced at him unconvinced, and shouted inward: "Masters, my brother has woken up, and it is not hopeless, I hope that you masters will help me take a look." ”

"Nonsense!"

In the hall, more than a dozen inscription masters exchanged heads and discussions, and they ignored this side from beginning to end, and a second-order inscription master finally couldn't help but look pale and glared at him very unhappily, and said coldly: "Marshal Xuanwu is in danger, how can we have time to care about your rotten lives, hurry up and get out, don't bother us to think about how to expel drugs." ”

"Master Mufa is angry, and I will expel him."

The guard was drenched in cold sweat, and the inscription master was angry, and the consequences were not something he could bear. He clenched his fists, and turned into a sevenfold vitality qi to circulate his whole body, "Cold beggar, quickly roll out of Xuanwu Mansion." ”

"What? Do you still want to do it, do you think I am afraid that you will not succeed? ”

Ye Zixuan sneered disdainfully, and was not afraid, "Marshal Xuanwu is a human, isn't my brother a human?" If you don't heal my brother today, I'm not done with you, fat man. ”

"You brought it on yourself." The guard was furious, and his fists swung out directly, smashing into Ye Zixuan like a small mountain.

Ye Zixuan was not afraid, even if the realm was worse than the other party, he did not take half a step back, because behind him, there was his seriously injured brother.

"Stop!" At this moment, Mo Chen stood up in pain, and Fat Zixuan hurriedly helped him, who smiled slightly and signaled that he was fine.

"What? Do you want to roll yourself? The guard sneered again and again, his half-squinted eyes were extremely disdainful, and the momentum of his body was unrestrained, wanting to shock Mo Chen and the others.

Mo Chen didn't move, and looked at the other party lightly, the latter's heart trembled suddenly, and he felt that a smiling light seemed to flash in Mo Chen's eyes, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, just like a sheep being targeted by a hungry wolf, and that sense of powerlessness made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"What's going on? The kid's gaze ...... He's actually laughing? How is this possible? His martial soul has been shattered, and it is impossible for me to lose my mind......" The look of horror on the guard's face instantly dissipated, and he instinctively wanted to scold.

Mo Chen took the lead and said: "I heard that the marshal of the Han War was wounded by thousands of corpses in a national war six years ago, and he has visited all walks of life in the past six years, but none of them have been obtained. Unfortunately, I happen to have a cure. ”

In an instant, the scene was as silent as death, and the more than ten inscription masters in the hall suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Mo Chen with stunned eyes, and even wondered if they had heard it wrong.

Could it be that Mo Chen's head was knocked out? In this nonsense?

Fat Zixuan plucked out his ears and rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm that everything in front of him was not illusory, and then his complexion changed greatly. Is there something wrong with his brother's head, saying such things in this Xuanwu Mansion, he is not afraid of moving his head?

It's okay for them to beg Dan, but to joke with the lives of the Korean War is playing with fire.

"Brother Chen, you were dreaming just now." Ye Zixuan hurriedly pulled Mo Chen, his little eyes blinked and blinked vigorously, he couldn't care about Qiu Dan anymore, and he wanted to run out with Mo Chen.

He knew very well that Mo Chen had a few catties and a few taels, although his talent was stronger than him, but Han Zhan's body was poisonous, and in the past six years, the martial arts have not advanced but retreated, and even Shouyuan has been eroded, and now it is the end of the strong crossbow, and the entire Tianyun Kingdom has nothing to do, and the inscription masters in the whole city are helpless.

The power of a country, the whole city inscription division is helpless, Mo Chen wants to be rescued, it is undoubtedly a fantasy, Fat Zixuan doesn't want to see Mo Chen, who finally woke up, and was shot to death by the people of Xuanwu Mansion in a daze.

"Don't worry, I'm sober and fine." Mo Chen looked at Fat Zixuan indifferently, and a smile flashed in his eyes, which made the latter's heart throb inexplicably for a moment.

"What's going on? Brother Chen's gaze ...... I'm a six-fold martial artist, Brother Chen's martial soul has been shattered, and it turns out that he is only a five-fold fan, how can I be shocked by his eyes! Fat Zixuan lost his mind slightly, and Mo Chen's momentum gave him a feeling that he couldn't see clearly, as if he had changed someone.

"Humph! With such a big breath, you dare to talk about the rescue of Marshal Han Zhan, a beggar from a poor family, do you know how poisonous the thousands of corpses and poisonous palms are? Do you know what the way of inscription is? Mufa snorted coldly.

In the hall, more than a dozen inscription masters also stared at Mo Chen angrily, as if more than a dozen hungry tigers were staring at a docile lamb.