"Mother!"

Surprised, Mo Ran Xiang didn't realize what she had called at all, and it wasn't until Mo Xianchen repeated a rhetorical question that she reacted. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

"Mother?" Mo Xianchen asked coldly, his sharp gaze fell on Yan Bei's fingers holding the silk thread, and then looked at the ink stained incense covered with black veil, and his eyes gradually narrowed.

Yan Bei didn't answer, neither denying nor admitting it, beckoning Mo Dye Xiang to come to his side.

"Master Mo, kid play, look at your ......" Yan Bei raised his finger and pointed to the waterhole surrounded by flesh and blood, shook his head and pretended to be sorry: "Why bother? ”

"Why bother?" Mo Xianchen sneered, raised his hand and wanted to withdraw his silver sword, but he didn't expect the silver sword to be firmly held by the silk thread, and he didn't twitch at once.

Try again, and there are traces of silk threads on the silver sword.

This shocked Mo Xianchen, he quietly withdrew his hand, stood in mid-air, looked at Yan Bei with a scrutinizing gaze, and explained lightly:

"It is strictly forbidden for disciples to kill each other in the door, and those who violate it will die."

After speaking, he added: "This is not a joke, is Uncle Yan blind?" Otherwise, how can you not see the seriousness of the matter, and only feel that it is a joke? ”

Yan Bei dragged the silk thread, feeling that Mo Xianchen was about to fly to the upper realm, and he couldn't pull out his sword, and then seeing that he was just standing in the air without moving his hand, his heart was clear.

Looking at it like this, Mo Xianchen's current cultivation has been affected by the imbalance of yin and yang, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to pull out his sword.

From this point of view, it seems that the sect master who is now scared of the two foundation building disciples beside Ouyang Yu is not so difficult to deal with.

Knowing the strength of the other party in his heart, Yan Bei was not afraid, boldly protected the ink dye incense behind him, and said with a smile:

"It's just joking, I'm not blind, but is there something wrong with your eyes? Treat a group of disciples as demon beasts and kill them casually, but you really love your disciples! ”

After saying a word, Mo Xianchen's face instantly darkened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say it, Lin Yi, who couldn't see his master being bullied, immediately stood up and shouted at Yan Bei with an angry face:

"Uncle Shi, you have sharp teeth and sharp mouth, in order to protect the ink dyeing incense, you naturally say whatever you want, but are the injuries on my body still fake?"

"Now that Master is here, no matter what you say, the facts are in front of you, justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, if you have the ability, let's go back to the sect and let the elders decide?"

After speaking, he gritted his teeth and asked hatefully, "Do you dare?!" ”

"Tsk~" Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, looked at the panicked ink-dyed incense behind him, handed her a reassuring look, and then replied unhurriedly:

"I'm sorry, I don't think there's any need to go back to the sect."

When he said this, Yan Bei didn't even look at Lin Yi, and looked directly at Mo Xianchen, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.

"Senior nephew, senior uncle, let me ask you, how do you plan to deal with this matter?"

"Naturally, it is handled according to the door rules!" Mo Xianchen didn't want to think about it, so he subconsciously replied.

But as soon as he finished answering, he felt bad.

Sure enough, in the next second, Yan Bei suddenly said seriously: "That's really embarrassing, my own daughter, I naturally can't let her be disposed of by you, so ....... I had to offend. ”

The sound fell, his fingers flicked, and the silk thread took up the silver sword, and slapped it directly on Mo Xianchen's face.

Seeing his silver sword flying, Mo Xianchen frowned, and asked with anger while dodging easily:

"Mo Dye Xiang has framed fellow disciples many times, and according to the rules of the sect, he should have been executed many times, and now the evidence is conclusive, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, Uncle Shi really intends to distinguish between good and bad, public and private?"

Listening to Mo Xianchen's moral torture, Yan Bei secretly replied in his heart, "I'm sorry, my daughter is a villain, and the three views are no longer correct", raised a handkerchief and smashed it into Mo Ranxiang's arms.

smashed it and shouted at the stupid ink-dyed incense: "Take it! If she can't kill her this time, she won't be able to worry about it in the future! ”

Mo Xianchen heard this, his heart was angry, but he was entangled by Yan Bei, but he could only watch Mo Dyan Xiang run towards his beloved disciple in surprise with an unknown handkerchief.

He has always been cold, but this time he couldn't help but be so angry by Yan Bei's act of aiding and abetting that he scolded, "Vicious!" ”

"You poisonous woman who aids and abets abuse! It seems that today this seat must teach you a good lesson for my uncle and ancestor! ”

After scolding angrily, he turned around and wanted to leave Yan Bei to save Lin Yi, but without thinking, the four silk threads directly left his silver sword and wrapped it around him.

If it was usual, Yan Bei would not have been able to break through his defenses and get close to him, but now that his cultivation has been greatly reduced, he has no way to take this silk thread.

He took out the magic weapon and urged the magic weapon to prepare to cut the entangled silk thread, but he didn't expect the magic weapon to "crackle" as soon as it touched the silk thread, and was directly cut into four petals by the silk thread as a moon cake.

There was a "bang" sound, and all of them smashed into Mo Xianchen's arms.

"How is this possible!"

This is a top-grade magic weapon, and it takes some effort for the artifact to cut it, how can it be easily cut by this soft silk thread?

"Surprised? Surprised? Isn't that incredible? The three soul tortures made Mo Xianchen's eyes full of doubts......

Wait a minute!

Why can't he move!

Mo Xianchen raised his head in horror, met Yan Bei's playful black eyes, and quickly looked down, only to find that he didn't know when, his body was already wrapped with silk threads, and he himself was falling to the ground at a rapid speed.

To be honest, in fact, Yan Bei didn't expect his cultivation to be reduced to such a point, looking at Mo Xianchen who was falling down, she was even more surprised than him.

But in the end, he didn't want to watch him die, just before he was about to land, Yan Bei reached out and grabbed him, dragged him up, pressed him to the ground and stared at him, not allowing him to help Lin Yi's attitude was very obvious.

Mo Xianchen saw that Lin was still surrounded by a handkerchief, and his eyes were red with anxiety, and he wanted to bite Yan Bei who was blocking him to death.

It's a pity that before he could open his mouth, he let Yan Bei stuff a handkerchief into his mouth and blocked his mouth.

Clapping his hands, he glanced at Mo Xianchen proudly, and was about to shout and cheer for his daughter, when his keen perception suddenly felt an extremely dangerous death, and his eyebrows that had just been raised suddenly frowned.

Hurriedly turned around and looked at the few people who were fighting in the middle of the pool, and saw an ordinary dead qi invisible to the naked eye suddenly emerging from the bottom of the water, and it was attacking the ink dyed incense.

Seeing this scene, Yan Bei's pupils shrank sharply, and before he had time to remind him, his body had already subconsciously rushed up at the fastest speed......

The ink dyeing fragrance that had already stabbed the sword into Lin Yi's chest only felt a chill on his back, and before he could react, the whole person was hugged tightly by a familiar warm embrace.

"Bang!" There was a loud splash, accompanied by a cough that vomited blood, and the ink-dyed incense that was pressed under the water seemed to sense something, and his heart suddenly felt a dull pain.