"You're all going to die!" said the Pavilion Master.

Mo Long looked at the Sword Pavilion Master, and immediately put back his arrogance, how could he still have the appearance of showing off his martial arts just now. Immediately said respectfully: "Pavilion Master, I just wanted to scare him, and I didn't really mean to do it." ”

The pavilion master's cold voice couldn't hear any emotion: "I hope you think so, otherwise even the Mo family won't be able to protect you!

Mo Long immediately nodded and said, "I know, I know." ”

Mao Zheng glanced at Mo Long lightly, and was the first to walk out, and he didn't lower his voice like Mo Long because of the pavilion master's strength. Mo Long thought that the pavilion master would scold him back, but he didn't expect to say a word, which couldn't help but make Mo Long feel that this Mao was not related to this beautiful building.

Since Mao Zheng is gone, there is no need for Qi Qi to stay and leave with Mao Zheng. Yan Bingjian = Seeing that both of them had left, he immediately followed. Seeing that Yan Bing actually took the initiative to find Mao Zheng, Mo Long was jealous in his heart, but it was not good to vent it in front of the pavilion master, so he had to say goodbye, and then left the beauty building.

【Sword Hall】

At this time, the sword hall was already overcrowded, and everyone wanted to see the drunken sword fairy's wine swordsmanship, which was famous throughout the entire Heavenly Immortal City. Now that the Sword Pavilion is still closed, it is obviously not yet open time, and there is nothing to do, Yan Bing chatted with Mao Zheng and said, "Aren't you curious at all that person who troubled you just now?"

Mao Zheng replied with a smile: "Is this hard to guess? It's just that he admires you, and when he sees you with me, he is jealous and wants to give me a dismount." He is a disciple of the Fan Immortal Sect, so do I, I don't believe that he dares to touch me!"

Yan Bing exclaimed, "You are also a disciple of the Fan Immortal Sect, are you an outer gate or an inner gate?"

Mao replied truthfully: "The outer door, although the rules of the outer door are not as strict as the inner door, some of them are still very strict, such as the outer door prohibits private fighting, and both parties have to agree and have to be in the designated place, which is really troublesome." What about you?"

Yan Bing said: "I am a disciple of the inner gate, I just entered the inner gate last year, this Mo Long and I are on the same mountain peak, pestering me all day long, I am about to die of annoyance." I thought that I would be able to stay away from that disgusting guy after leaving the Mortal Immortal Gate, but who knew that he would chase here. ”

"Don't talk about it, the drunken sword fairy has come out. Mao Zheng looked at a middle-aged man who was walking and shaking, and he was still carrying a sword on his back. The drunken sword fairy poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and then the wine vigorously waved the sword in his hand. The sword is dashing, not bound by the sophistication of the person, and lives as the poor Qi said.

The wine seemed to be his confidant, and the sword was his good friend, as if he only needed these two things to travel through the entire fairy world.

The last sword stabbed out, and all the monks in the Sword Pavilion were shocked and speechless, and it took a long time to react and applaud, the drunken sword fairy shook his body, walked towards the crowd, and said vaguely: "The Sword Pavilion is open to the public today, and any of you who want to practice swords here can go by yourself." ”

Everyone almost jumped up excitedly, this sword hall is the most desirable place for every sword practitioner in Tianxian City, there are not only swordsmen to spar here, but also the momentum of the sword can be felt, it is the most ideal sword hall for swordsmen.

There is this sentence of the drunken sword fairy, even the monk who is not good at using swords has taken out a small sword out of nowhere and approached the sword hall, and Qi Qi is one of them. His sword was not of high grade, and as soon as he entered the sword hall, he took it back and took out the Heavenly Demon Battle Axe.

Qi Qi hadn't fought much since he was promoted to the Golden Immortal Third Layer Realm, and now he was a swordsman who specialized in sparring, so why not? There was no need to worry about missing, because the swordsman was not alive, but a puppet.

Mao Zheng also found a swordsman with similar strength to himself, lifted the five-nine sword, suddenly mentioned the momentum, and rushed towards the swordsman, slashing over with a sword, and a golden Zhan Qi burst out from the sword body, heading towards the swordsman's chest.

The swordsman was not in a hurry or impatient, and when he saw that the time was ripe, he waved the sword in his hand. Its sword was very stable, and there was a sense of heaviness in that sword momentum, which made Mao Zheng feel a little mantis arm as a car, unable to parry. The swordsman swiped his sword finger on the blade of the long sword in his hand, and randomly slashed at Mao Zheng.

Gang dragon thorn rush me!

Mao Zheng roared loudly in his heart, the five-nine sword stabbed at the swordsman like a thorn, the swordsman's slashing sword hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether his sword would stab Mao Zheng before Mao Zheng stabbed it, combined with many factors, its sword slashed without any scruples, without a trace of hesitation.

The corners of Mao Zheng's mouth turned up, revealing an evil smile. The Ganglong spur bypassed the sword that the swordsman slashed at him, and the whole person quickly fled away from the place with nine Kunpeng movements. The swordsman saw that the target was gone, and looked around for Mao Zheng's figure.

Mao Zheng learned the appearance of a drunken sword immortal, and took a big sip of Xian'er brew, and a wave of drunkenness came to his head. In the confusion, Mao Zheng's sword posture has undergone a subtle change, it is completely a soldier to block the water to cover the earth, no matter how fierce the swordsman's sword is Mao Zheng is not afraid, and he greets him with a dragon thorn.

After playing for a long time, Mao Zheng had enough of playing, and his left hand formed a yin and yang double fish picture to line up to the swordsman, the swordsman thought that Mao Zheng would make a sword, but he didn't want Mao Zheng to follow his intentions, and shot a yin and yang double fish picture with his backhand.

In the face of such an unexpected Yin and Yang Pisces diagram, the swordsman really hit the trick and was shot, and the power of Yin and Yang strangulation twisted the swordsman into a pile of scrap iron in an instant. As if the swordsman was destroyed and sensed, the drunken sword fairy returned to the sword hall spider and asked, "Which of you destroyed my swordsman?

Mao Zheng didn't want to admit it, because the drunken sword fairy's words were full of threats, but he couldn't help but admit it, after all, this swordsman was broken by him.

At this time, two people walked out, one was Mao Zheng, and the other was naturally Qiqi. As soon as his axe went down, I was afraid that it would be difficult for the swordsman to even block, which showed the fierceness of his strength. When Mao Zheng saw that Mao Zheng also ruined the swordsman of the drunken sword immortal, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and asked, "How did your strength become stronger?

"Well, as long as I can cultivate, these monks are destined to be the stars that set off my moonlight!" Mao Zheng said proudly.

At this time, the drunken sword immortal interrupted them: "Don't talk so much nonsense, ruining the swordsman means that your strength is good, so let's do it, I allow you to come to my sword hall to practice for half a day every week." This is a nameplate for you. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was immediately a voice of envy of "Wow" from the surroundings, and Mo Long, who was standing in the crowd, stood up and said, "I don't accept it, how can such a garbage defeat a swordsman?"