It's a pity that the wood has been completed, and the serious death has cut off all the clues and put an end to this matter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo wiped the blood on his sword with a cloth and sat cross-legged with an expressionless face, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

"Old Mo, you are too impulsive. ”

Chen Jiugong looked at the corpse on the ground and said helplessly.

"It's just a little head catcher, and if it's dead, it's dead. ”

Mo Zi was a little unhappy because of the things in the secret realm, and his tone was also unhappy.

Hu Buwei's face was ugly, but looking at the seriousness of kneeling on the ground and having no breath, I don't know why, I actually had a feeling of breathing a sigh in my heart.

This is the end of the matter.

Perhaps, this is the best outcome.

The three disciples looked at the corpses on the ground, looking at each other, and didn't know what to say for a while.

However, Situ Xing was the most calm, regardless of the reactions of others, he took a clear water linen cloth from the curious eyes of Hu Buwei and others, and gently wiped Peng Wanli's cheeks.

Hu Buwei and the others who watched it were secretly frightened, and they really didn't know how Situ Xing found the flaws.

"Haha, this young man is really a blessing. If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing in the future. ”

Just when everyone was thinking differently, several children of the family from Beijun walked out of the round gate under the escort of the family and the warriors, and everyone had an expression on their faces for the rest of their lives.

But when I think of the harvest in my pocket, I instantly have a smile on my face.

"Haha, Ben Dashao is back again. ”

Chirp!

After a sharp crane roar, Wang Shichong, the eldest young man of the Beijun Wang family, seemed to be a handsome gray crane, jumped out of the round door, and after gently hovering in the air for a few weeks, it slowly fell like a feather.

"Hell, how did this dead fat man rise again. ”

The other young men looked at Wang Shichong's somewhat sassy appearance, and secretly scolded in their hearts.

Wang Shichong squinted his eyes and looked at the others with a look of enjoyment. In the secret realm, his luck was good, he discovered a cave of his predecessors, and obtained several rare pills.

With the help of the power of the elixir, Wang Shichong broke through the barriers and became a master of martial arts.

"Chen Xuyan, why haven't you come out yet. ”

Seeing that the number of people walking out of the round door was getting smaller and smaller, Mo Zi's face couldn't help but show an anxious look.

"I don't believe you can fall here. You are a master of the Martial Arts Realm, and there are many puppet beast guards given by the sect. ”

"Old Mo, we understand your feelings, it's a pity for that kid Xuyan, but the time is coming. ”

Chen Jiugong looked at Mo Zi's eyes were red, and his expression was excited, as if it was a powder keg that was about to explode, and hurriedly stepped forward and said.

Yang Fengyi seemed to be swinging her folding fan casually, but her muscles were tense all over her body, and her hands were holding a few defensive poetry rafts.

Fortunately, Mo Zi did not lose his mind, but his eyes still did not leave the round door, and he firmly believed that according to Chen Xuyan's strength, he would definitely be able to get out of the secret realm alive.

"Hey!"

Looking at Mo Zi, who was still not giving up, Chen Jiugong sighed and returned to the camp of the soldiers to appease the emotions of the injured soldiers and children.

"Old Mo!"

Yang Fengyi looked at Mo Zi, who was sad, and didn't know how to comfort him. After all, it is the fall of a genius, put yourself in their shoes, I'm afraid it will be the same.

"Lao Mo, if he doesn't have a genius who has grown up, he is not a genius, it can only be said that he does not have this luck. ”

"You don't understand, anyone can fall, but Chen Xuyan can't fall. ”

Looking at the slowly closing round door, Mo Zi's last glimmer of hope was cut off, and his eyes suddenly turned red, as if he was a lone wolf who had been injured, and his whole body was full of anger.

Watching Mo Zi's murderous eyes keep shooting at Duan Tianya and Zheng Shichang's bodies, in his heart, Chen Xuyan's fall was inseparable from these two people.

Yang Fengyi and Chen Jiugong suddenly tensed, and the muscles in their bodies tensed.

Chen Jiugong pulled out the long red knife on his waist, and the red knife qi kept swallowing, giving people a feeling of invincibility.

A few written poetry rafts suddenly appeared in Yang Fengyi's hand, and the rich literary atmosphere condensed in the air into the shape of a city wall and a sword.

The two have a very tacit understanding of each other's horns, as if a hen protects the chicks, and protects the two disciples behind them.

"Old Mo, it's not in line with the rules for you to do this. ”

"Your Mo family is very strong, but our Confucianism and military family are not muddy. ”

"You can't anger other people's children just because your own genius has fallen. ”

"Chen Xuyan is the grandson of Chen Zifeng, the elder of the Mo family, and the combat power of the puppet beast giant god soldier of the prefecture-level organ is comparable to that of the great grandmaster, and even I can't escape punishment if he falls here. ”

Mo Zi's face was a little gray, and he looked bitterly at the tightly closed round door.

"The grandson of Chen Zifeng, the puppet beast giant god soldier manipulator. ”

Yang Fengyi and Chen Jiugong glanced at each other, and quickly exchanged a look, they also realized the seriousness of the matter.

The puppet beast of the Mo family, whose combat power is comparable to that of the grandmaster, goes crazy and retaliates, which makes people feel chilled when they think about it, hoping that it is not the black hand of their own disciples.

"If you dare to attack and kill the genius of the sect, you will definitely die today without a place to be buried. ”

Mo Zi's eyes were like knives, and he looked at everyone present with murderous energy. He tries to find out who killed Chen Xuyan, but he is doomed to be disappointed.

Although everyone was stared at by him, there was no one who looked flustered.

"Do you think you won't be found out this way?"

Mo Zi's eyes were red, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and a huge, bronze cast puppet beast shaped like a lion tiger with two streamlined wings on its back was summoned by Mo himself. His puppet beast was larger than that of ordinary Mo disciples, and the energy in the core reactor was cleaner.

Powerful power is delivered to every joint of the puppet through the rotation of the gears.

Click!

Click!

Click!

With the sound of joint striking, the giant puppet beast slowly stood up. Two sapphire-forged eyes shot out bursts of blue light.

"Bronze Flying Tiger Trap Puppet Beast!"

Yang Fengyi and Chen Jiugong glanced at each other and said in some surprise.

The third-order bronze puppet beast has a combat power that is already inferior to that of the innate martial artist, and because it is a machine, the puppet beast has no fear and is not afraid of being injured, and its combat power will be even more amazing.

Chirp!

Mo Zi's figure suddenly sprang up, and the chest of the bronze puppet beast cracked, revealing a huge operation pod.

"A third-order mechanism puppet beast, but it is comparable to the existence of an innate martial artist. ”

Looking at the tall and mighty bronze Flying Tiger puppet beast, the new Ding of the Mo family, there was a look of envy in his eyes.