Mo Fan took a deep breath, pushed open the door and was hit by a sword light that flew straight away, easily shaving off his two long hairs.

Damn! The boy scolded, if it weren't for the fact that he was a little stiff with his hands on his head just now, he was turning his head incessantly at this moment, and he was afraid that this sword would cut off half of his ears!

Chang Le, who slashed out the sword light, did not have a trace of waves in his eyes, stared at the confrontational Yuan Eighteen, and said: "I knew that as soon as I opened the door, it must be your little helper who came back, today you hand over the Xuanling Sword to me, I will immediately go to the East House to sleep with my head covered, what do you two love in the West House!"

"How?"

Chang Le asked in a deep voice.

"Not how!" Mo Fan cut his hair, walked to Chang Le and said: "If you don't want to be beaten again, go back to your room and sleep now, so that you can earn a little points in the class battle tomorrow and gain some popularity, otherwise, the old ape and I will beat you so much that you can't get out of bed!"

Facing Mo Fan's cold threat, Chang Le's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at Yan Jie, who lived in the same room with him, who spread his hands and said that the two would not help each other.

"As long as I don't kill people, I'll turn a blind eye. Yan Jie was in the field alone, and shook his head pleasantly.

The rotten appearance of the bookbag is quite like the old gentleman in the city lord's mansion who is Mo Fan and the third prince Wen Shu.

It's just a plate of peanuts with red skins.

"Hmph," Faced with the coercion of the three of them, Shizi Changle snorted coldly and chose to back down, he also knew that in the face of the joint efforts of Mo Fan and Yuan Eighteen, he did not have much chance of winning alone.

Pushing open the door of the east house, Chang Le threw a fierce look at Yuan Eighteen, then returned to his house and slammed the wooden door shut.

"Hehe, re-introduction, my name is Yan Jie, born in Jiangling, Qi State, my parents are just ordinary scholars, working as a staff member in Langya Wang's family to make a living, in the eighth spring of this year, I only cultivated the cultivation of the later stage of the foundation, which is really shameful, shameful. ”

Yan Jie looked at Mo Fan, who had just entered the door, and said kindly.

"My name is Yun Mofan, you can just call me Mo Fan," listening to the other party's self-introduction, the boy waved his hand and said, "If it's shameful in the late stage of foundation building, I, a two-star fighter, can directly find a tofu and kill me!"

"Haha, Brother Mo laughed. ”

Yan Jie picked up an ancient book placed in the hall, raised his hand at Mo Fan and the others, and said, "It's not too early, there will be a round of battle tomorrow, so I will leave it at that moment and go back to the house to rest." ”

Mo Fan smiled and nodded, Yuan 18 waved his hand and said, "If that guy Changle bullies you, you will call us and keep the three of us and beat him to the point of urine!"

Yan Jie bowed his head slightly, turned around and walked into the East House.

"Are you alright, old ape?"

Mo Fan pushed open the wooden door of the West House, turned around and patted Yuan Eighteen on the shoulder, and asked with a smile.

"Damn, what can I do," Yuan 18 knocked off the boy's hand hanging on him, and gasped, "It's good if the old man doesn't beat him to cry and call his mother!"

"Shhh, be quiet, let the prince hear it, and I'm going to come out again, I'm afraid I won't be able to live in peace overnight!"

Yuan Eighteen snorted lightly, noncommittal, and followed Mo Fan into the room.

The boy closed the door and slammed the inner lock, this action startled Yuan Eighteen and asked with a frown, "Why are you locking the door?"

"Of course, I'm afraid that Chang Le will go crazy at night and rush over to scare people, otherwise what else can I do?" Hearing this, Mo Fan asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, Yuan Eighteen's eyes were dilated for a second, and he smiled at the boy and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing...... Let's go to sleep, too. ”

"Cut, you kid loves to take off his pants and fart, and that's a lot more. ”

Mo Fan jumped on his small bed, rolled comfortably on it, took off the black robe on his body three times and two times, got into the quilt, and said disdainfully to Yuan Eighteen, who was still standing in the distance: "If you don't take off your clothes to sleep, what are you waiting for? Take them off when you shouldn't take off your pants, and don't move when you should take off your clothes, it's really a lot of things." ”

Listening to the vulgar words in his ear, Yuan Eighteen turned his head away, no longer looking at Mo Fan in the dark, his little face turned red, and he waved his hand and said, "Just sleep... Just sleep...... But labor and management like to sleep in clothes, you can manage it!"

"Damn, get dressed and sleep, and fart!"

Mo Fan muttered a few words, no longer caring about Yuan Eighteen, who suddenly became strange, sat up leisurely, knotted a strange magic seal with his hands, crossed his legs in his usual cultivation posture, and entered the penance of pure Yuan Douqi.

A chain of words appeared in his dantian world, like a prison rope, blatantly trapping Mo Fan's yin and yang fish plate.

The voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded through the sea of stars: "The decision of Fanyan, Tianyan is forty-nine, people escape one of them, get rid of yin and yang, and prove the avenue!"

The Yin Yang Fish Disc slowly rotated in the prison rope, grinding the text lock that trapped it like a grinding plate, and the fine light powder fell off from the text and merged into the Bagua diagram.

The array was growing little by little, and the firebird on the map was roaring in the sky, ready to fly, but a huge black ball suddenly fell from the sky, smashing the firebird easily.

The pure attributeless fighting qi erupted from the firebird and poured into the black ball, making the already huge sphere grow by three points.

Suddenly, a tiny wisp of black light rose from between the shattered toes of the firebird, and shot towards the spirit body Mo Fan!

Tianyan Forty-Nine, one of the changes, it turns out that this is what it means......

Mo Fan sighed slightly, when Gat gave him this Xuan-level exercise so happily, he really didn't have all the good intentions.

A lock of light broke away from the fish plate and gently wrapped around the black mang, completely wiping out the violent intent on the black mang.

Mo Fan's dantian world suddenly let out a roar, and the yin and yang fish disc suddenly expanded by three points, accepting the entire black ball and text lock, and containing it at both ends of his formation.

In the sky, the qi star shook, and the creation star suddenly peeled off a layer of fine powder, which turned into a pure fighting qi with no attributes in the process of falling, and merged into the fish plate.

The operation of the yin-yang diagram has returned to stability again, but faintly, it is very different from the original.

The chain of complicated and mysterious words, like a long dragon going out to sea, jumped high on the fish plate and quickly dropped the dragon's tail, rising and falling in the gossip diagram like a spirit, adding several vitality to the pure Yuan Douqi side of the array.

As if feeling the master's mind, a text dragon flew up, wrapped in the power of opening the mountain, and with a 'bang', it penetrated the invisible barrier that crossed in front of the three-star fighter!

As if without effort, the long dragon once again merged into the Yin Yang Fish Plate after devouring a large amount of Dou Qi that could not be assimilated in the past cultivation accumulated in the depths of the dantian.

Finally... Successfully broke into the three-star fighter!

A ray of spark burned in Mo Fan's eyes, which was the overflow manifestation of the inability to fully control the power after the breakthrough just now.