Mo Yichen's words were a little more interesting, and they actually caused a few applause of "pop papa".

"Interesting, interesting—"

This voice, which was more rugged than that of the Kan Sect Sect Sect Master Hua Luoying, came from Cheng Xi, the sect leader of the Dui Sect, who was in charge of the Dui Sect, which was known as the most fierce sect in the entire Xuan Court and the most domineering in his style.

Cheng Xi's appearance is not as delicate and beautiful as his name, but it is extremely attached to his voice, looking tall and coarse, I feel that the white sword fairy clothes on him have a hard taste, a pair of eyes are as big as bull's eyes, blazing and braving, the facial lines are even more profound and obvious, and there is a powerful aura that can tear the enemy to pieces at any time.

It is in stark contrast to the shadow of the flower that has always had a harmless smile on the animal, the eyes are curved like crescent moons, and the body is even more slender and light.

"Hey, I said Sect Master Mo, you are really ruthless!"

Seeing that Mo Yichen was just standing and not speaking, Hua Luoying put his elbow on his leg and opened his mouth, and when he spoke, he still supported his chin with his palm, and his slender fingers gently touched one side of his cheek, like a lively and cute child who did not understand the world.

Looking at Cheng Xi, who was still blocked at the entrance of the trestle of the Huizhen Sect, he took a deep breath, and Mo Yichen asked indifferently: "You two are also the masters of a dignified sect, why don't you even bring an entourage when you go out?"

"Huh-" Cheng Xi glanced at him and said disdainfully, "You, the head of the Mo family, are so big, how many dogs are there in front of you, why are you still in the wrong today?"

"It's none of your business!" Mo Yichen's gaze suddenly became sharp, and Zhou's body was flushed with white fairy energy, and he said word by word.

"Sect Master Mo, is this considered annoyed and angry?" Hua Luoying seemed to be very satisfied with his reaction, and said in a mocking tone, "Hey, my brother is about to die, how can you be such an indifferent person, how can you be angered by these two words of Sect Master Cheng?" Or are you already sad and angry in your heart, so you just use the topic to play?"

Instantly put away the immortal qi that was still flourishing before, Mo Yichen knew that he was a little out of shape, and immediately recovered a face as cold as an iceberg, and said lightly: "This is my Mo family's family matter, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Slowly shook to him, Cheng Xi bent down to his face, looked left and right, looked at it several times, and then raised his eyebrows, put his hands behind his back, and said in a rough voice: "Hmph, no matter how you hide it, your heart is also sad, right? It's a pity that your Mo family is really noble, how can you have the slightest stain!"

Although his heart was stabbed slightly by these words, Mo Yichen's face did not see any waves, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and he sneered at each other: "Hehe, the Sect Master of Dudao Cheng is from the lowest level of the wandering soul, but I don't know that we can understand our helplessness as nobles so well!"

His words are really ugly, especially in the process of saying it, he deliberately aggravated the words "the lowest people", which made it clear that he looked down on Cheng Xi's background, who was also the head of a sect.

Haha laughed twice, Cheng Xi didn't seem to care about his sarcasm at all, and said: "Although I am from the bottom, I am born smart and clever, not like the second son of your family, who knew that it was wrong and deliberately did it, even if he was looking for a dead end, he also made Xuanting think hard." ”

"Oh. ”

Mo Yichen really wanted to rush forward at this time and punch him a few times at his face that was often perverted with a fierce smile, but in the end he endured it and let out such a sound softly.

"Then it's better to be like this!" Cheng Xi didn't choose to let him go because of his silence, but instead got an inch, and said with a strange smile, "Zuo is just a death, you don't care about him, so why don't I solve the unforgivable sin for Xuan Ting?"

"By you?"

The slightly drooping eyelids were raised, if it was said that the gaze could really kill people, then Mo Yichen's gaze at this time must have broken him into thousands of pieces.

Cheng Xi, who had already flipped his wrist and conjured up the Soul Separation Sword, grinned and smiled viciously: "With or with, Sect Master Mo will know as soon as he tries it!"

Half-squinting his eyes, Mo Yichen slowly opened his palm, urging a ball of pure white fairy qi, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to try?"

However, before he could conjure up the Soul Separation Sword as he could say this, the person in front of him disappeared, leaving him alone to stand on the empty floating trestle.

Without much surprise, Mo Yichen just withdrew his immortal power, slowly turned his head, and looked at the end of the floating trestle behind him, where the tall Cheng Xi used his immortal power to counteract the flower falling shadow in front of him.

"Hua Luoying, what do you want to do?" Cheng Xi was restrained like this not because the other party was strong, but because he didn't know it, and the other party was so embarrassed and unable to resist because he suddenly attacked and attached immortal power, so he had to shout in confusion, "Let go of me, the second son of the Mo family is going to die anyway, he Mo Yichen doesn't care, what's wrong with me killing him, why are you arresting me?"

He pursed the corners of his lips vigorously, and rolled his eyes widely, Hua Luoying lifted his neck, smiled at Mo Yichen, who was still standing in place, and whispered: "Sect Master Mo, Sect Master Mo, you must not be like this reckless man, I have no intention of embarrassing you, and I hope you can ask Brother Ling for peace on my behalf!"

After that, he didn't care if he got a response, so he carried the back of Cheng Xi's neck and disappeared.

Looking at the direction they were leaving, Mo Yichen sighed helplessly, shook his head, turned around and continued to walk towards Zhenzong......

......

The storm in the bamboo forest grew, and the day dive with the blade away from the soul sword in his hand didn't care about making a move at all, but fled desperately like a lost dog, and from time to time he would turn back and complain to Yun Qingyu who was chasing him to death.

"Yun Qingyu, I knew you didn't have a good heart-" He paused for a moment, grappled for dozens of rounds, and said with a smile, "Hmph, I really didn't expect that you, a skinny little old man, would be so powerful!"

"Oh. Responding lightly, Yun Qingyu did not stop the movements in his hand, one sword qi after another, and during the period, he frequently slashed at his head with the sword body, and said, "Yun is really ashamed to be so praised by the little brother of the day, so I have to work harder and not disappoint you!"

With that, his attacks became more and more ferocious, as if he had to put his opponent to death.

While dodging vigorously, he thought quickly: The sword that this guy's cigarette pouch pot has turned into looks very strong, especially the immortal power emitted by each sword qi is the same as that sword immortal, but, Mo Yifan didn't say that every sword immortal has a book record, and it is impossible for Yu Fanchen to stay for too long, if he is forced to stay, there will be someone sent by Xuanting to catch it, and his body will also change.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yun Qingyu behind him again, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed, if this guy has really changed, I'm afraid he will become stronger than before, right?

But, is he really a sword immortal?

"Sizzle-" Before the clueless thinking was over, he was forcibly interrupted by a pain coming from his left shoulder, and he covered the wound that had been bleeding and said, "You, despicable!"

Stopping the pursuit and shaking off the blood stained on the tip of the sword, Yun Qingyu raised one side of his eyebrows and said faintly: "Haven't you heard that (Mi Qing) not being concentrated is a taboo in battle!"

Looking at the trace of immortal qi remaining in his wound, Tian Qian knew that it was indeed owned by the Sword Immortal, and he was speechless for a while.

Raising the Soul Separation Sword in his hand, Yun Qingyu seemed to deliberately want to show him clearly, and only after a moment did he say word by word: "You guessed well, this is a fake Soul Separation Sword, come on, Shanxiao, let this kid see how powerful you are!"

After seeing that the Soul Separation Sword, which had only been a little strange in shape before, bloomed with a violent light, a ghost-faced mandrill more than a person tall stood in front of him, and the small eyes on the long blue and red face were full of murderous light.

This scene was only seen by Daydive not long ago, and the person named Qi Lei had the same thing, but his soul separation sword seemed to be called Flame Crow.

"Day Diving-" Dangling from behind the ghost-faced mandrill, Yun Qingyu said to him with a mockery on his face, "Let me ask you, what is your Soul Sword?"

His question confused the day, isn't the Soul Sword a sword? Their names are already very strange, what else can they be?

Seeing his appearance, Yun Qingyu shook his head with an expression of hatred and iron, and sighed: "It seems that you really don't understand, you really don't hold the Soul Separation Sword!"

"What did you say?"

I don't know if he is using the agitation method, in short, this sentence really stimulates himself.

If he was still playing with Yun Qingyu before, then at this moment, he just wanted to use the nameless blade soul sword in his hand to cut the strange old man in front of him who was often out of tune.

Xu is Yun Qingyu read his mind again, and with a greeting of the ghost-faced mandrill, he launched a fierce attack on him again.

This time, Daydive did not choose to flee or dodge, but put the sword horizontally in front of him, first blocked a heavy punch from the ghost-faced mandrill, and then dodged its thick beast tail on one side, skillfully dodged behind it with force, and slashed at Yun Qingyu with a swing of the sword.

However, this sword was not even touched by the fur, and the day dive felt that his waist was strained, and the whole person's movements were dragged, and when he looked down again, his waist was actually entangled by the tail of the ghost-faced mandrill.

Before he could prepare how to break free, the ghost-faced mandrill let out an earth-shattering roar, throwing him directly into the air.