"Acquaintance."

Mo Tu's coldness is different from Yingrui's poker face. Ying Rui has a withdrawn personality, while Mo Tu gives the hero the feeling of pride, high and disdainful of wasting time communicating with others.

This made him even more annoying.

"It's good to know! Lao Tzu asks you again, why did you lie to him in the first place and let him fight with others? ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Mo Tu's expression was ancient and unwavering.

"He will enter the school palace today, Lao Tzu is his husband!"

Mo Tu raised his eyebrows: "Who allowed him to enter the palace?" ”

"Lao Tzu!"

"You don't have that power."

"Lao Tzu said yes, then there is."

Mo Tu's expression was slightly dark, but after a moment, he just turned to leave. "Whatever you want."

"Stop!" The hero shouted, "Answer Lao Tzu's question." ”

Mo Tu didn't look back: "I've already said that it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Since you don't explain, then don't blame Lao Tzu for standing up for the students."

As soon as the sleeves of the hero's robe flicked, a black broken knife appeared in his palm, which was the god killer.

Mo Tu turned around and glanced at him lightly: "You are not my opponent. ”

The hero smiled and bared out a mouth full of white teeth: "Are you stupid?" Lao Tzu is looking for a place for students, and it's not a fair competition, who said that he wants to fight alone with you? ”

Peng Qi next to him was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, arched his hand to Mo Tu, and said, "I'm sorry Deacon Mo, my junior brother is in need, and I, as a senior brother, really can't stay out of it." ”

Mo Tu's face turned a little colder, his left hand clenched the long sword, and his thumb slowly rested on the sword.

The hero didn't hide it, silently running the mantra that he had just mastered yesterday, and the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth surged, startling Peng Qi.

"Xiaoxiong, you...... What kind of exercises are you practicing? ”

"I don't know, Master taught me yesterday." The hero's eyes were fixed on Mo Tu.

Although he had "fought" with Master in a unilateral way last night, he knew that it was just training him to control the speed and fluency of the aura, and there was not much meaning in actual combat.

The Motu realm is at least seven grades, and his strength is not bad, even if he joins forces with Senior Brother Peng Qi, the possibility of winning is very small.

However, he must fight, even if he loses humiliatingly in the end, even if he can't even touch a single hair of Mo Tu, he must fight!

Not for anything else, just for Cao Ergou's fate that was almost buried.

What is Motu? It's just a little deacon in the school palace, what qualifications do you have to play with the future of others?

"Master? Which master? When did you worship? Peng Qi had a question mark on his head.

"Yesterday's worship, you also know, it is the head of the school palace."

"Mountain Chief...... Took you as an apprentice? ”

Peng Qi was taken aback, thinking that he had misheard, but looking at the hero's nostrils facing the sky, he knew that he was telling the truth.

Master, Master, when your old man bothered to force the hero to Bannu Mountain, did you ever think that this would lead him to worship under the saint's door?

Shaking his head, Peng Qi let out a long sigh.

As more and more heaven and earth aura was attracted by the hero, a gust of wind quickly formed from the ground pointed at by the tip of his sword, and dust rose everywhere, whining.

Mo Tu's gaze finally became solemn, his left hand was slightly raised, and the long sword was unsheathed for three points.

Suddenly, the hero moved, and while flying forward, the broken knife cut a black crescent from the bottom up.

Mo Tu held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and with a flip of his wrist, the dazzling sword flower bloomed in front of him, tearing apart the incoming sword qi.

But then, the tip of the hero's knife has come to him.

Unhurried, he retreated with his right foot and sideways to avoid it, but the tip of his sword stabbed the hero in the ribs from a very tricky angle.

At this moment, a thick and scorching palm wind blew, but it was Peng Qi who followed the hero and struck, naturally using the gale wind palm of the Ying family's housekeeper.

Mo Tu had to withdraw his sword to resist, the hero just staggered past him, his waist twisted violently in mid-air, and he looked back at the moon with a move, and the blade slashed directly at the back of Mo Tu's head, but Mo Tu seemed to have eyes behind him, and he didn't see any movement, and the scabbard of his left hand was heavily pumped on the hero's waist.

The hero was wearing armor, and he was still beaten with a muffled snort, and he fell to the ground and rolled twice to remove Mo Tu's true qi and not break his muscles and bones.

The seven-rank realm is already considered a high-level martial artist, and the difference in strength between the two sides is like a heavenly moat, if it weren't for his sword qi before, it was directly aura, and Mo Tu wouldn't even need to block it.

"Do you want to transform?" Su Yanyan's voice sounded in his head.

In order to deceive Jia Qiao and Jiang Fu, Su Yanyan entered the star and moon disk early. The reason that the hero said to Jia Qiao was that she was making up for the cage with Jiang Rui'er, and as for Jiang Rui'er, she was directly killed by the force.

The hero did not answer, but simply shook his head and rushed over again.

This time, he did not stimulate the aura again, but attached it to the god-killing knife, relying on the Eight Desolation Knife Technique passed down by the Ying family, and with Peng Qi's Gale Palm, he tossed and moved around Mo Tu's body, flying up and down.

After more than ten years of penance, although his realm has not changed much, several sets of family kung fu have been practiced very well. If there is a martial arts tournament in Middle-earth that only compares moves and not true qi, then he can definitely keep five into three.

Because Mo Tu had already destroyed a sword on the god killer last night, he didn't dare to use the sword to block the hero's knife again, and Peng Qi and the hero division came out of a door, and they cooperated tacitly, every time he was about to hurt someone, the other party would always attack him just right to save him.

In addition, this is not a life-and-death fight, and there is room for shots, so for a while, the three of them reached a delicate balance, and no one could help anyone.

After dozens of rounds of fighting like this, Mo Tu seemed to have lost patience and became irritable, seeing Peng Qi slashing with one palm again, he no longer dodged, but moved forward to catch up, the long sword turned into a silver-white dragon, and the tip of the sword was like a white dragon spitting a pearl, shooting at Peng Qi's wrist like a meteor, obviously to break his tendons and abolish one of his hands.

This also caused his back door to be wide open, and the hero did not hesitate to see this, and stabbed Mo Tu in the heart.

But Mo Tu seemed to be going to die together, and the tip of the sword did not hesitate, and he didn't even look at the hero behind him.

The hero hesitated for only a moment, and then the tip of the knife moved two inches to the side.

Mo Tu is not guilty of death, and this is the Kunlun School Palace, and the master's face has to be given.

On the other side, Peng Qi saw that the hero was about to succeed, so he hurriedly changed his move, slapped his palm on the Mo Tu Sword, and rebounded with his strength.

This is the moment!

Mo Tu's eyes flashed, and the long sword drew a cold light semicircle along the force of Peng Qi's slap, and in an instant, it came behind him and in front of the hero's eyes.

Oops, hit the mark!

The hero was in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow strength, and it was too late to think about returning the knife to block when he was caught off guard, so he had to think in his heart and decided to exchange injuries for injuries.

It's a pity that he still underestimated Mo Tu's strength.

The sword did not stab him in the body, but slashed in front of his eyes, slapped his arm holding the knife, and then bounced back, pumping him under the ribs and knocking him away.

Between the lightning and flint, the victory and defeat have been divided.

Mo Tu put his sword back into the sheath and stood with his long body, his green robe spotless, and his long hair was not messy at all.

The true qi in the hero's body was dispersed, and he couldn't stand up for a while, and he looked very embarrassed lying there.

Mo Tu glanced at him coldly and said, "I let Cao Ergou fight because he was bullied. ”

"But you also caused him to lose the opportunity to enter the Academy."

Mo Tu was silent for a moment, shook his head and turned around: "I don't have to explain it to you. ”

The corners of the hero's mouth suddenly curled: "Do you think you won?" ”

Mo Tu's expression froze.

With a snap of his fingers, the sky-high flames suddenly ignited from the corner of his robe, engulfing him in an instant.