"Mo, Mo, Mo Xiaochuan, are you Mo Xiaochuan?!" Xiong Zhilin looked at Mo Xiaochuan who walked in, dumbfounded, and a little surprised, "How is it possible, how can you appear in Danlin City." Why haven't we heard that you have entered Danlin City?"

Besides, Xiong Zhilin didn't want to think about it, when Mo Xiaochuan entered the city, he was already in the Rain Mist Pill Pavilion, even if there was news, the city guard position would have to be reported to the city lord Xiong Yuansi, not to Xiong Zhilin.

"Where is this son? Do I still need to prepare a case with you? Is this Danlin City a Longtan Tiger's Den? Why can't I enter?" Mo Xiaochuan said lightly.

"Childe, childe, it's not good, it's not good. At this time, a little servant who looked like a family member ran into the Danqi Pavilion and rushed towards Xiong Zhilin with a shout.

"What's wrong? Why are you panicking, this son is not dead yet?" After Xiong Zhilin saw Mo Xiaochuan, he was already scared in his heart, and he was even more nervous when he was chirped by this little guy, so he stepped forward and slapped the little guy in the face with a "snap", and shouted.

The little guy was also stunned by Xiong Zhilin's slap, covering his face for some reason. Originally, in the City Lord's Mansion, when he heard the news that Mo Xiaochuan had entered Danlin City, he hurriedly came over to report the news, thinking that when the son saw that he reported the news in time, he could also enjoy a hundred and eighty taels of silver. Unexpectedly, he was rewarded with a slap in the face. It was a far cry from what he had imagined.

"Say, what's the matter?" Xiong Zhilin shouted.

"I heard the news that Mo Xiaochuan has entered Danlin City, so I hurried over and told my son. The little guy said aggrievedly.

Seeing this, Xiong Zhilin had an expression as if he was going to kill the little guy, muddy, Mo Xiaochuan himself is already here, what is the use of your uncle coming to tell me these at this time. Cheng Cheng is disgusting, Lao Tzu is not. The more Xiong Zhilin thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his foot and kicked the little guy out with a kick.

Xiong Xiuwen just raised his eyelids and looked at it, he didn't say anything, he was just an ordinary person, it was not worth his surprise, he was just interested in Mo Xiaochuan: "You are Mo Xiaochuan, that Mo Xiaochuan who is invincible by the city protection formation?!"

"I'm Mo Xiaochuan, who are you? Didn't your parents teach you what politeness is? Even if your parents don't teach, your kindergarten teacher has to teach it. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, you didn't go to kindergarten. "Mo Xiaochuan was very unimpressed by Xiong Xiuwen's condescending and examining prisoner-like attitude, so you replied very unhappily.

Xiong Xiuwen was scolded by Mo Xiaochuan in a few words, one Buddha was born, two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and three corpses jumped. Although he didn't know what Mo Xiaochuan meant by what he said, he could still understand the word naïve, people like him were thousands of years old, and he was pointed at by a young man like Mo Xiaochuan and said that he was naïve, wasn't this a slap in the face? Didn't he say that he lived so much in vain? Isn't it clear that the road he has traveled has not eaten as much salt as Mo Xiaochuan?

"Boy, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, if it weren't for the sake of the two grandmasters, my Southern Heavenly Alliance would have already set foot in your Mengxian City, and I would allow you to beep here. Xiong Xiuwen wanted to teach Mo Xiaochuan a lesson, but he still had some scruples, it was an indisputable fact that the three elders of the Southern Heavenly League died in Mengxian City. Whether this matter was done by Mo Xiaochuan or not, it was enough to prove one thing, Mo Xiaochuan had the power around him to kill the supreme powerhouse of the Nine Heavens Xuan Immortal Cultivator.

"Roll down and talk to Lao Tzu. Mo Xiaochuan snorted coldly, and his right hand slapped out without warning.

As if he had traveled through time and space, a huge palm appeared above Xiong Xiuwen's head, and with a panic and a general trend in the sky, it slapped towards Xiong Xiuwen.

"Boy is so daring. Xiong Xiuwen was furious, and pointed like a sword, slashing towards the palm of the grinding plate above his head.

"Hmph. Mo Xiaochuan snorted coldly, how could the Great Handprint of the Flood Desolation be so easy to break.

Sure enough, when Xiong Xiuwen pointed his sword and slashed at the Honghuang Dahmudra, a sword split the Honghuang Damudra in half.

However, with his fingertips, the big handprints of the flood wilderness gathered in one place again, and they slammed on Xiong Xiuwen's body. Although Xiong Xiuwen had been on guard, he still underestimated the power of the Great Mudra of the Flood Desolation. In the end, he was fiercely pressed down by the big mudra of the flood wilderness, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, and his legs were inserted into the ground, reaching his knees.

This face is shaved, and even if it looks like a withered pine bark, it can't stand it.

Xiong Xiuwen was extremely angry, his mind was confused, and he didn't care about thinking about other things, his body shook, and the dirt under his feet scattered and splashed, "Mo Xiaochuan, I want you to die." ”

Xiong Xiuwen shouted violently, and his body shot towards Mo Xiaochuan like an arrow off the string. Halfway through, at some point in his hand, a pair of short halberds appeared, cold and cold, and it didn't look ordinary. The immortal spiritual power of his whole body was injected into the halberd, and the two halberds, like dexterous snakes, shook their heads and tails, and swallowed uncertainly, but they had a terrifying and gloomy aura of death.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, also come to offer ugliness, I don't know whether I live or die. Mo Xiaochuan said coldly. Bai Xi's palm probed slightly, and directly pulled the two short halberds into his hands, and grabbed them hard, and a powerful concussive force was transmitted along the halberd to the short halberd, and then, there was a "click" sound, and cracks appeared on the double halberds.

When the twin halberds were about to stab Mo Xiaochuan's body, suddenly, with a "snap", it completely shattered, and the fragments burst out, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, with a sharp hiss that broke through the air, shooting towards every corner of the hall of the rain fog pill room.

Miao Long, Miao Hu, Zhuang Xiaoxian, Yu Sheng and others used their immortal spirit power to prop up the body protection cover, "bang bang bang", and the fragments of the short halberd made ripples on the body protection cover. However, Xiong Zhilin's side, a few retinues who were relatively weak, were not so good-lived, and they were beaten back and forth with a scream, and the dead were better, but the ones who were not dead covered their bleeding wounds, but they howled like crying in their throats.

And, Xiong Xiuwen's double halberd broke, which was completely unexpected by him. His double halberds are a magic weapon at the peak level of the top grade, and their hardness is naturally perverted, but no matter how he thinks, he can't understand that Mo Xiaochuan can shake the double halberds into pieces just by the concussive power conveyed by the halberd, if this power acts on himself, wouldn't it make his death ugly?

Xiong Xiuwen thought of this, his face began to turn pale, ba, on the Qin and Han Continents, I haven't heard of anyone who can shake the magic weapon of the peak of the high-grade spirit hustle into pieces with the strength of the flesh alone, this strength is too terrifying.