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A voice suddenly came into the little boy's ears, making him subconsciously make this action.

Burst!

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the saber in the boy's hand appear at an impossible angle, and the sword flashed, and then he didn't know anything. The boy was also stunned, looking at the saber in his hand, he didn't understand what was going on, but he just subconsciously stabbed it, and he didn't expect to kill the great enemy of the monk Randa.

"I didn't expect that my junior brother was also proficient in martial arts." Mu Yanyun was a little surprised.

Immortal cultivators and martial artists are completely different, if Mu Yanyun wants to kill the Rotten monk, there are a hundred ways, but it is all the suppression of strength, but it can't be like Xie Yan, just use a simple move to raise points can reverse the situation, if you want to reach this level, your own understanding of martial arts must not be low, Mu Yanyun himself will never be able to do it.

Xie Yan was silent.

The little boy also came to his senses and ran over to help the middle-aged scribe.

"Master, Master, wake up."

"Ahem..."

The middle-aged scribe opened his eyes with difficulty, he was injured by the palm of the monk and injured his inner five organs, and most of his life has been gone, and he is still alive, just holding on.

"Run, Mo Chong... Betrayed my ....."

Before the middle-aged scribe could finish speaking, footsteps could be heard again at the top of the stairs. I saw a middle-aged man in a black robe walking up step by step, this person has a straight face, his eyebrows are like knives, and he exudes a heroic aura when he walks.

"Brother Di, I'm late."

After the middle-aged man walked up, he said to Di Wuren who was lying on the ground. Although he said that, his tone was not the slightest apology, which was completely different from his decent image.

"It's just that I didn't expect Xiao Gongzi's sword technique to be so sharp, even the evil thief of the Rotten Monk was beheaded, and the nine swords that killed him were worthy of the knife technique involving immortal cultivators."

The reason why the Iron Sword Village was destroyed was because of the name of the Nine Swords.

It is said that this exercise was created by an immortal cultivator, who cultivated to the limit to open his spiritual root and become an immortal cultivator. For these Jianghu guests who have no way to worship the Immortal Sect, the value of this secret book is immeasurable.

"Mo... Mo Chong!! ”

The urging judge, Di Wuren, glared at the middle-aged man who came up, and after spitting out two words with difficulty, he fainted again, and saw that there was only one breath left.

"Little boy, come with me."

Mo Chong said indifferently, without even looking at the passing out judge Di Wuren.

"Dog thief, Hugh wants to hurt my young master!"

An iron spear stabbed out from behind, and the man was the coachman who had been seriously wounded earlier.

The speed of this shot was extremely fast, and before he finished speaking, the tip of the spear had already reached Mo Chong's back, as long as he took a step slower, he would be pierced by the spear. Mo Chong's back, as if he had eyes, moved a step slightly the moment the spear stabbed him, and the groom's spear grazed his body like this.

"Iron Claw!"

Mo Chong poked out his left hand from his long sleeve, grabbed it with five fingers, and grabbed it on the horseman's shoulder. The eagle's talon grabbed the flesh and pulled it fiercely, only to hear a 'tear' sound, and a piece of flesh was ripped off the groom's shoulder. Then Mo Chong pointed into a knife and slashed at the horseman's back, knocking him to the ground.

"Marksmanship is good, but it's not enough."

Mo rushed forward and trampled the groom to the ground.

"Mo Chong, this kind of wolf-hearted scumbag, if it wasn't for our master's kindness to save you from the hands of the ghost master, you would have died a long time ago. Now that the master has been killed, not only do you not save the young master, but you also fornicate with the enemy, plotting against the master, a dog thief like you, you are still called a hero, I look at this Jianghu person, I am also blind! ”

The groom was trampled under Mo Chong's feet and scolded hatefully. And the boy also lost his strength because of the fight just now, and could only watch the coachman being knocked down by Mo Chong.

For the first time, there was despair in the stubborn boy's eyes.

He's too weak.

If he were given a few more years, none of these people would be his opponents.

"Do you want to live?"

First of all, his voice remembered again.

When the boy heard the voice, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he actually knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Please sir help me."

He couldn't see the person who spoke up, but he knew that the other person could definitely see him.

"Anyone else?"

Mo Chong, the hero who was originally in control, saw the boy's movements, subconsciously stopped his outstretched hand, and looked around with a wary face, but without the true yuan power, he couldn't find Xie Yan and them at all. On the contrary, Mu Yanyun, who was sitting opposite Xie Yan, said to Xie Yan in surprise.

"Senior brother, you want to save him?"

"I'll do it if I can."

Xie Yan said silently.

"Why should a mortal, even if he is not a relative, nor a reason, be saved?" Mu Yanyun was a little puzzled.

This kind of thinking of his is the idea of many immortal cultivators who live in seclusion in the deep mountains.

It's not that they are indifferent by nature, but since they were born, they have been accustomed to the world of cultivators, and they are also used to looking down on ordinary people from a high perspective, compared to Xie Yan, who later worshiped the Immortal Sect, their attitude towards ordinary people is completely different.

"Perhaps, it's just that I can't get used to it."

Sometimes, you don't need a reason to do something, maybe it's just a temporary idea, maybe it's just that you can't get used to it, but for the person who is saved, it is an unforgettable kindness for a lifetime.

"I don't know where the master is coming, the contemptible Mo Chong, this child is the evil seed of the iron knife demon, Mo someone can only hurt his hands for the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, hoping that his friends will give face, if there is a place where Mo Chong can be used in the future, Mo Chong will never refuse."

Mo Chong looked around and didn't find anyone, so he had to say loudly, with his image, he was really upright, but unfortunately, Xie Yan and the others already knew his true appearance, so they naturally didn't bother to pay attention to him.

After Mo Chong said a few words, he found that there were no enemies, and began to wonder if it was a boy who was suspicious.

After waiting for a moment, he decided not to waste time, and directly reached out and grabbed the boy's clothes, but just as his palm was about to touch the boy's clothes, a white light suddenly pierced the void.

Shout!

The white light easily nailed through Mo Chong's palm.

A chopstick?

Mo Chong was shocked, and just as he wanted to speak, he saw the second chopsticks fly over.

The boy only felt that the white light flashed, and in the next moment, he saw Mo Chong's body flying out upside down by the white light, nailed to the wall, and when it came to the freeze frame, the boy saw clearly that what nailed Mo Chong was just an ordinary chopstick.

"Chopsticks... Chopsticks? ”

The boy subconsciously turned his head and found that there were two more people next to the table behind him. And it was the man on the left who made the shot.

This person's eighteen or nineteen-year-old appearance, wearing a green shirt, although his appearance is somewhat ordinary, but there is an indescribable indifference on his body, like a fairy sword.

Sharp, dusty!