Mo Chen didn't look at him from beginning to end, and now he was concerned about the masked man, if he was not mistaken, this person was the guard who secretly followed Zhou Chi that day.

When he and Zhou Chi were talking in the small pavilion, the spontaneous invisible telekinesis had already discovered the whereabouts of this person. But he has no grudge with Zhou Chi, so even if this person secretly follows him for a while, he only assumes that this person does not exist.

He had long been aware of the hidden undercurrents in Fulong City, but he had never thought of taking the initiative to get involved in these things. In his opinion, Zhou Chi sent the masked man to follow him mostly just cautiously, so he had the right to go with the flow and turn a blind eye, after all, he didn't need to hide the purpose of coming to Fulong City at all.

However, since Mo Chen couldn't get used to today's events, he wouldn't turn a blind eye, even if the other party was the third young master of Huafu, he wouldn't show mercy. It's just that in addition, the appearance of the masked man also means that Zhou Chi is in this Jiuqu Ileum Pavilion at the moment, and it is not difficult to see from the two jars of wine in the masked man's hand that Zhou Chi is entertaining an important guest.

"Who could this person be?" Mo Chen was thinking, Hua Beilang had already raised his sword to meet the golden sword Wang Dong, and a few sounds of weapon exchange brought Mo Chen back from his contemplation, he watched the two of them on the field, and immediately had a plan in his heart.

The strength of the Golden Sword Wang Dong is comparable to Hua Beilang, both of them are in the nine-layer realm of building the body, plus his sword skills are wide open and closed, and he seems to have the upper hand in the fight.

Looking at the sword in Hua Beilang's hand again, there is no mess at all, every move is a clear and clear-eyed move, no matter how the golden sword Wang Dong attacks, he can't break through his defense. After just four or five moves, Mo Chen could conclude that the Golden Sword Wang Dong was about to lose.

"Ah, Master Mo, you see that this Golden Sword Wang Dong is so strong, he can even suppress the third young master. Seeing that Wang Dong had the upper hand at this time, Hua Yue'er on the side couldn't help but exclaim.

"There is nothing to fight between martial artists, the only thing that can judge whether you win or lose is only in the last move. Mo Chen chuckled, he found that the strict steward on the side had already targeted him, as if he was guarding against him from interfering in the game.

"Oh, is it?" Hua Yue'er wrinkled her nose and muttered, she naturally didn't understand the mystery if she didn't practice martial arts, but since Mo Chen said so, she would believe it unconditionally.

"Do you mean that this Golden Sword King Dong is going to lose?" Hua Yue'er asked curiously.

"Not necessarily, who knows. Mo Chen chuckled, a hint of banter flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the strict steward on the side was staring at Mo Chen, in his opinion, if Mo Chen suddenly attacked Hua Beilang and injured Hua Beilang, then he would be somewhat blamed by the higher-ups, so now he had to keep an eye on Mo Chen, and he couldn't let him make a sneak attack.

"Huh. Just when several people were thinking differently, Hua Beilang, who was in the battle, suddenly let out a long laugh, instantly grabbed a flaw in Wang Dong and turned defense into attack, and then the sword technique in his hand was fully displayed, and the situation was turned back in an instant.

At this time, Wang Dongfang suddenly realized that Hua Beilang had not made a serious move before, but

It's just using yourself as a tool for sword training. His temper is already irritable, which makes his heart unstable and his sword skills are chaotic.

"Ah, Golden Sword Wang Dong is going to lose!" Hua Yue'er covered her mouth and exclaimed, and the kite on the side also looked at the two of them who were fighting.

"He can't lose today. Mo Chen suddenly said lightly, and in the next second, the battle situation in the field changed again, and I saw the long knife in Wang Dong's hand slash at a strange angle and slash at Hua Beilang's sword body.

Hua Beilang's palm was numb by the sudden shock, and even the sword in his hand almost came out of his hand, he exclaimed, and his body suddenly turned over to dodge the fatal knife, wanting to distance himself from the golden sword Wang Dong.

But before he could stand firm, Wang Dong had already followed, and the long knife in his hand changed from a wide open and closed offensive and began to become dexterous. In desperation, Hua Beilang could only use his own swordsmanship with all his might, but then Hua Beilang was surprised to find that no matter how he changed his moves, the long knife in Wang Dong's hand would take the first step to stop his moves.

After a few times like this, Hua Beilang didn't make a move, and the whole person was forced to retreat again and again. Seeing that he was about to lose, Hua Beilang shouted unwillingly: "What kind of sword technique are you!"

Golden Sword Wang Dong didn't say a word, the whole person seemed to be holding his breath, and the offensive in his hand kept pressing step by step. In desperation, Hua Beilang forcibly took a breath of martial arts, and slashed at the attacking long knife with a sword, and then the tiger's mouth burst and the sword was taken out of his hand, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Fortunately, the sword with all his strength still had an effect, the long knife in Wang Dong's hand broke inch by inch, and only one sword hilt was smashed on Hua Beilang's chest, and the next second Hua Beilang screamed in pain and was smashed out.

"Young Master Hua!" At this time, the strict steward on the side could not care about staring at Mo Chen, and he shouted and was about to step forward to take Hua Beilang, but before he could take a step, he was immediately stopped by an ink sword.

"Okay, don't interfere, why don't you be honest?" Mo Chen, on the other end of the ink sword, said softly.

"You!" Yan Guan Shi's eyes widened angrily, but even if he was angry at this time, he didn't dare to act rashly, because it was only now that he realized that he had completely underestimated Mochen's strength.

He could clearly feel that the ink sword that was blocking in front of him at this moment was faintly exuding a mortal threat. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if he took this step rashly.

Without the intervention of the strict steward, Hua Beilang was smashed straight out and flew out, I don't know if it was a coincidence, he happened to bump into the two people on the plaque. Under this collision, the three of them suddenly let out a miserable scream, and fell straight to the ground and rolled into a ball.

And after smashing Hua Beilang into the air with one blow, Golden Knife Wang Dong sat on the ground as if he had exhausted his strength, and with the cheers of the surrounding crowd, he seemed a little overwhelmed.

"What happened to me just now? I was possessed by Master Zu?"

Golden Sword Wang Dong was a little dazed, he had obviously run out of energy just now, and he was about to be defeated on the spot, but he didn't know how to drop his body in the next second

was suddenly pulled by an invisible force to counterattack Hua Beilang, and after such an offensive, he won in one fell swoop.

Listening to the cheers of the crowd around him at this moment, although he didn't know why, he was happy, especially when he saw Hua Beilang and the two scum hanging on the plaque rolling together, he was even more relieved.

"How's it going!" Golden Dao Wang Dong sat on the ground and shouted loudly to Hua Beilang with this cheerful energy.

"You! You didn't use a sword technique just now, but a sword technique!" Hua Beilang clutched his chest and shouted breathlessly.

At this time, he realized that the move used by the Golden Sword Wang Dong just now was simply a set of sword techniques, how could there be a sword technique in this world that would be so light and fast, and he could always take the first step to seal his own moves before he made a move.

(End of chapter)