Looking at Mo Chen, he was still carrying his hands behind his back, and only the ink sword swam around his body.

When the pill was taken down, Wen Yao immediately used his skills to help Wen Xiao stabilize the injuries in his body, and then saw that Mo Chen was still carrying his hands, and only the ink sword swam around his body.

At the same time as being surprised in his heart, Wen Yao whispered and persuaded him: "Senior brother, don't be impulsive, have you forgotten what place this is?"

Although Wen Xiao's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, at this time, he had clearly understood the strength of Mochen, and with the injuries in his body, he could only insert the sword in his hand into the ground beside him with hatred.

Mo Chen's fingers flicked, and the ink sword was quickly put into the scabbard, and he didn't pay attention to Wen Xiao at all, in terms of strength, the Tiandu Dao people and Du Yuan, the palm of the day, were half a point stronger than him.

It's just that although he didn't care, Fang Chuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was already stunned, the young man in front of him who looked about his age was so powerful, even Wen Xiao, the leader of the three generations of disciples, was not his opponent.

Witnessing this battle with his own eyes, a little pride in Fang Chuan's heart was immediately like a candle in the rain being completely extinguished, and it was something that made him proud to cultivate the seventh layer of the body in three years of entry, and after today, Fang Chuan really saw what the Tao is outside the sky.

At this moment, the closed door behind Wen Xiao and Wen Yao moved slowly, and as the door gradually opened, a majestic and cold voice came from within.

"A moment of jealousy and indignation will make you lose your coolness, how can such a heart take on the duty of the imperial guard?"

When these words came into Wen Xiao's ears, his complexion immediately changed, and then a sword light flashed in the door, and the crown on his head fell to the ground in an instant.

"Take off the Imperial Guard's Crown, go to Dihai City to serve as a representative, and you won't be allowed to come back for three years!"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged scholar walked out of the door, this person was dressed in a literary suit, with a scholar's crown on his head, holding a yin and yang pen in his left hand, and his right hand was shrunk in his sleeve.

At a glance, it seems that he thinks that Mr. Teaching is inconspicuous, but the words of this Mr. Teaching are like a mountain in Wen Xiao's eyes.

"Disciple Fang Chuan paid a visit to Elder Di. ”

"Disciple Wen Yao has seen Uncle Shi. ”

The name of the person who came was Dillon, ranked fifth among the second generation of disciples, and his strength had reached the immeasurable heavenly realm, and he was the duty of taking charge of the precepts, and he was able to judge the affairs of the door with yin and yang in his hand, and he had great power.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple knows his mistake, please ......" Wen Xiao just wanted to say something, but Dillon judged the yin and yang in his hand, and immediately sealed his skill.

"Senior uncle, senior brother, he is just impulsive, and I ask you to be extrajudicial and merciful, if you withdraw senior brother from the post of imperial guard, then ......" Wen Yao said this, and suddenly it was a little difficult to speak, she couldn't say that it would affect Wen Xiao's heart to earn a position.

Dillon didn't even look at Wen Xiao, and said mercilessly: "Privately attacking the person who holds the Double Dragon Order, this move has violated the door rules, and he is dedicated to his duties in the position of the imperial guard, so he was ordered to go to Dihai City to be the representative." ”

As he spoke, he pinched the yin and yang judgment in his hand and scolded: "If you are not satisfied with my judgment, you can find your master Wen Baichuan in three years." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wen Xiao suddenly had no chance to quibble, so he could only obediently get up and climb up to the cloud carving, his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

Seeing this scene, Fang Chuan on the side said cautiously: "The disciple has brought people here, so he will go back." ”

Saying that, he saluted to a few of the people present, and turned around to board the cloud carving, but Wen Xiao with his eyes cross-legged behind him made him a little uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute. Mo Chen exhaled, then took out a small piece of ancient ice crystal from his bosom, raised his hand and threw it to Fang Chuan.

Fang Chuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, only to feel cold and uncomfortable.

"Thank you for leading the way, I have already refined the cold element in this ice crystal, you can directly absorb and use it, and you can go further within ten days." Mo Chen said loudly, his mental power had already seen that Fang Chuan's cultivation was an ice practice method, so he specially refined an ancient ice crystal and gave it to him.

Although this young man is a little proud, he is active in his mind, handles things properly, and takes the trouble to introduce himself to everything inside the door along the way, so that he knows a lot about the door, so a small Xiaoice crystal is naturally not stingy.

"Thank you Uncle Ancestor for the gift!" Although Fang Chuan didn't know where the ice crystals in his hand came from, since Mo Chen assured him in front of everyone, there would be no mistake.

Being able to help himself step into the eighth-layer realm of the body building within ten days, he would have the opportunity to enter the inner door to cultivate after half a year, such a gift naturally made Fang Chuan extremely excited, and for a while, even Wen Xiao behind him was left behind.

"Ancient Ice Crystals?"

Dillon on the side was shocked, Fang Chuan didn't know that this thing was precious, but he understood its value, the ancient ice crystal was a rare pure ice element in the world, and it could even be directly absorbed and used by martial artists, without refining at all.

Such a treasure ink dust casually sent it out, so that Dillon, who was in a high position and strong strength, couldn't help but look sideways.

After Fang Chuan thanked him, he took out the recorder again and blew it gently, and the loud cloud eagle under him flapped his wings and carried the two of them away.

Seeing the cloud carving leaving, Wen Yao sighed, silently turned around and returned to the stone platform to settle down, and Dillon on the side also put away the yin and yang judgment in his hand, and asked: "You are Mo Chen, the disciple personally accepted by Uncle Chen?"

"It's me, I don't know if Elder Di said that Uncle Chen's surname is Chen Mingmi?"

Mo Chen returned, and it was only at this time that he realized that Chen Mi's identity was so extraordinary, that even Elder Dillon, who was in charge of the precepts, had to call him uncle.

"Ha, that's right, come in with me, the senior brother is waiting in the cloud house. With that, he turned and entered the door, and Mochen raised his heels.

After approaching the Banyun Residence, Mochen immediately saw a small grass hut, a stone table in front of the house, and three cups of tea on the table were slowly exuding bursts of fragrance, one of which had been held in the hand and carefully read.

"Coming?"

Seeing Dillon and Mochen entering, the man at the table drinking tea stood up and pointed to the stone benches on both sides, "Please sit down, come and taste the Lanyun tea I picked from the Hidden Sword Peak."

Mo Chen looked at this person carefully, only to feel that he was only twenty-eight years old, and his appearance was younger than Dillon, and he was also wearing a cyan cloth robe, but there were other gorgeous clothes faintly wrapped in the cloth, which made him seem to be a little burly.

"Senior Brother Wen, you ......" Dillon on the side smiled a little bitterly, the person in front of him was the leader of the second generation of disciples of Gu Haiyunju, and he was also the acting head of the head Sun Jianwu, Wen Baichuan. It's just that Wen Baichuan is indeed a little nondescript at this time, it should be said that it is a little funny.

"What's wrong?" Wen Baichuan put down the tea in his hand and asked unapprovingly.

Dillon has a straightforward temperament, and he has always said something to say, and immediately returned: "Since you are wearing a gorgeous costume, don't cover it up with Tsing Yi anymore, either you can take off the gorgeous clothes inside, or you can take off the Tsing Yi directly, don't hide it like this." ”

Mo Chen was stunned for a while, he didn't expect Wen Baichuan to be dressed like this, and he didn't expect Dillon to speak so directly.

"Didn't I have time to change? Wen Baichuan was forced by Dillon, and he was not angry, but said to Mo Chen with a smile: "You wait a minute, I'll come when I go." ”

As he spoke, he turned and entered the hut, and there was a sound of changing clothes.

Dillon's face trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something, he took a long breath and calmly said to Mochen, "Please take a seat." ”

Saying that, he didn't care about Mo Chen's reaction, and went directly to the stone bench to pick up the teacup and drink it all.

Mochen reluctantly sat down, and also took a sip of tea, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This tea is called Lanyun, the entrance is really like a mouthful of clouds, the slightest sense of the existence of tea, only a pungent fragrance continues to emerge, making the whole person refreshed, extremely comfortable.

"Good tea!" Mo Chen praised, and Dillon on the side said when he saw this: "This tea is called Lanyun, and the place where this tea is born is not cloudy, as if it is all taken into the branches and leaves, so it is named." ”

As he was talking, the wooden door on the side creaked open, and then Wen Baichuan slowly walked out of it in a green coat and came to the table to sit down.

"Coming?"

Seeing Dillon and Mochen entering, the man at the table drinking tea stood up and pointed to the stone benches on both sides, "Please sit down, come and taste the Lanyun tea I picked from the Hidden Sword Peak."

Mo Chen looked at this person carefully, only to feel that he was only twenty-eight years old, and his appearance was younger than Dillon, and he was also wearing a cyan cloth robe, but there were other gorgeous clothes faintly wrapped in the cloth, which made him seem to be a little burly.

"Senior Brother Wen, you ......" Dillon on the side smiled a little bitterly, the person in front of him was the leader of the second generation of disciples of Gu Haiyunju, and he was also the acting head of the head Sun Jianwu, Wen Baichuan. It's just that Wen Baichuan is indeed a little nondescript at this time, it should be said that it is a little funny.

"What's wrong?" Wen Baichuan put down the tea in his hand and asked unapprovingly.

Dillon has a straightforward temperament, and he has always said something to say, and immediately returned: "Since you are wearing a gorgeous costume, don't cover it up with Tsing Yi anymore, either you can take off the gorgeous clothes inside, or you can take off the Tsing Yi directly, don't hide it like this." ”

Mo Chen was stunned for a while, he didn't expect Wen Baichuan to be dressed like this, and he didn't expect Dillon to speak so directly.

"Didn't I have time to change? Wen Baichuan was forced by Dillon, and he was not angry, but said to Mo Chen with a smile: "You wait a minute, I'll come when I go." ”

As he spoke, he turned and entered the hut, and there was a sound of changing clothes.

Dillon's face trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something, he took a long breath and calmly said to Mochen, "Please take a seat." ”

Saying that, he didn't care about Mo Chen's reaction, and went directly to the stone bench to pick up the teacup and drink it all.

Mochen reluctantly sat down, and also took a sip of tea, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This tea is called Lanyun, the entrance is really like a mouthful of clouds, the slightest sense of the existence of tea, only a pungent fragrance continues to emerge, making the whole person refreshed, extremely comfortable.

"Good tea!" Mo Chen praised, and Dillon on the side said when he saw this: "This tea is called Lanyun, and the place where this tea is born is not cloudy, as if it is all taken into the branches and leaves, so it is named." ”

As he was talking, the wooden door on the side creaked open, and then Wen Baichuan slowly walked out of it in a green coat and came to the table to sit down.