Mo Chen scratched his scalp, shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly: "Although it's a little boring, it's also barely fun to help the fun."

Hearing Mo Chen's accurate reply, Mo Qianlong smiled: "Okay, start now?"

"Wait." A low shout stopped Mo Qianlong, who was in a commotion, he looked around and said: "There are a lot of strange beasts here, so we can't miss the competition, but we should say hello to the people in the military department first, and we should cooperate with the outside to save other junior brothers and nephews from being injured."

When Mo Qianlong heard this, he clapped his hands and applauded, and immediately contacted the people from the military department.

"You guys are united, waiting for the support of the military department, and I'll try to compete with Senior Brother Mo Chen first." Mo Qianlong's words made the other people's faces a little strange, and the genius otaku who had been silent all the time rarely had the side of fighting with others, and he thought that his heart was like water.

Mo Xinxian muttered, "The second senior brother's eagerness to try is really a bit similar to the fourth senior brother."

Mo Qianlong secretly glanced around, and said angrily: "You are a junior brother, and I don't take advantage of you as a brother, all the strange beasts killed here are counted for you, and my senior brother cares for you."

Love......

The word is good Nima has love!

Mo Chen did not refuse and agreed to this suggestion.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time stormed out, and for a while the swords danced.

Everyone almost obeyed Mo Qianlong, Mo Lin was the most powerful in the crowd, and the rest of the people naturally gathered around him for protection. Seeing that Zhao Xiaoya and Mo Xinxian were still outside, Mo Lin's compassion moved, "Senior Sister Xinxian, everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high, our strength is not as good as you, but there are a lot of people, do you want to join the camp of the senior brothers to join forces to fight against the mutant water ghosts?" ”

Mo Xinxian said arrogantly: "Don't be foolish, I haven't had fun yet."

Mo Lin was stunned, his eyes shifted, and finally he had to sigh, Zhao Xiaoya and Mo Xinxian were almost inseparable, good and sisters, how could they be mixed in with their group of big men, this is unreasonable.

He was so envious of Mo Chen, how could this kid have such a beautiful girlfriend.

However, he only dared to think about it in his heart, and categorically did not dare to say it, because there had never been an example of ethical jealousy against the purpose of Taoism.

Mo Lin gathered the Dao Sect people at first just to respond to Mo Qianlong's call, but he killed several mutated water ghosts up and down level 25 in a row, and the true qi in the dantian actually shrank very seriously, and after a while, he consumed thirty percent, which made him realize the value of unity.

They are all Qi Refiners of the Qi Cultivation Realm, which is about the same as the official certification of level 25 to 35, Mo Lin's strength is the strongest, about level 32, and the rest are between level 27 and 29.

This kind of strength is also a mainstay in today's world, but in the face of the endless killing of high-level mutant water ghosts, everyone exudes a weakness that is not enough, so Mo Lin shrunk the human wall, and ordered the large consumption to lean in, and recover hard, so offensive and defensive.

Morin, who had just retreated to recover, glanced at him, and he was shocked by his toothache. He has learned Mo Xinxian's strength, and it is indeed a step higher than himself, even if the cultivator is also Taiqing Wuxianggong, but if he enters the Transformation Yuan Realm before anyone, he has no chance of winning at all, so he is mentally prepared for Mo Xinxian no matter how many strange beasts she can hunt.

However, what surprised him was Mo Xinxian......

This outsider who went up to Wuya Mountain with Mo Xinxian was not inferior to Mo Xinxian when he killed strange beasts, and with one hand, he could make the left hand of the sword and pinch something similar to true qi to attack, and kill one accurately.

The disciples pretended not to see the mutilated mutant water ghost lying next to the second girl, and they were kind, and the 13 Daoist disciples shot at the same time and couldn't compare to the movements of the two girls, I must have known two fake "weak women".

As a result, he swung his gaze and staggered away from the realm of the second daughter, and he couldn't help but look at Mo Qianlong, this look, he almost burst into tears, God, you play to death, forget it.

Mo Qianlong's fighting style is not as clear as that of the second daughter, but every move and style are extremely exquisite, this is the unique style of the Taoist sect after inheriting the Taoist, every sword is flawless, but his sword is like having eyes, the sword qi penetrates the skull of the mutant water ghost, and even kills the strange beast behind it, basically one sword can kill two or three, and the corpse of the mutant water ghost is stacked two meters high.

“21…… 32…… 40...... "Mo Qianlong counted softly every time he killed a mutated water ghost, this sound made Mo Lin painful, senior brother, don't count, senior brother, I am so uncomfortable, this is not Yama Luoti, it is a tight spell."

The Buddha has King Kong angry eyes, and the Tao has gentlemen and sword demons.

The ancients did not deceive me!

"Senior brother, it's your turn." One of the junior disciples in front of him consumed a bit too much, and when he saw that Mo Lin didn't react, he gently poked him with his elbow.

Mo Lin, who realized it later, woke up with an "oh", and on the hard head, his heart was broken, and he forgot to recover just by looking at a few people, so uncomfortable.

Mo Chen was relatively free in this game, killing two hundred meters with a knife, the reason was that the mutant water ghosts who swarmed up couldn't keep up with the speed of his knife at all, and he couldn't do anything about it.

For the first time in my life, I made a bet with someone that if I couldn't narrow the loss, I could only win the game with a gap that I couldn't fill.

"It's just a little minions, and it's vulnerable." Mo Chen muttered.

If Mo Lin hears this, it is estimated that three liters of blood vomiting is less, your uncle, we are desperately working for more than a dozen people to barely be able to hold the position and not lose it, you are still walking with ridicule, God accepted this demon.

There are countless mutant water ghosts who have died under his knife, and it is estimated that it will not be less than 200, and there is a long corridor of corpses behind him, but he has no interest in this kind of killing without a challenge, and he is even tired of it, and the leader of level 44 still has a little bit to look at, and that's all.

He swiped Mo Qianlong, who was not very easy, so he jumped and rushed towards the mutant water ghost leader.

The leader of the mutant water ghost is not good at stubble, it noticed Mo Chen early, it's not enough to kill so many of my little brothers, it's delusional to come and kill me, and eat the bear's heart and leopard's gall?

Before it could move, the Dharma Protector beside it couldn't hold its breath and attacked.

Rumble!

The four level 35 mutant water ghost protectors roared, raising their claws that could tear apart the golden stone, as if they wanted to slap this little man with a hole in his brain to death with one claw.

However, in response to them was a thick knife with a black blade dripping with blood.

"Weak, too weak." Swinging the knife to shake off all the blood attached to the knife, Mo Chen's cold gaze stared coldly at the mutant water ghost leader with a sneer, this guy seemed to be very calm.

The Dharma protectors are all dead, but the leader of the mutant water ghosts is still unhurried, his expression is indifferent, he lazily waved his paws, and his 4-meter-tall body stands up like a bald pitbull playfully playing with a rabbit.

(End of chapter)