After Mo Chen did all this, his figure shook slightly imperceptibly, and then disappeared in place with a step. When he left, the emotions at the scene exploded.

"The mana of real people is boundless, it is really a fairy-like existence."

"Oh my God, this is a fairy trick at all!"

"My mother-in-law, I'm afraid that the real person has already become an immortal, right?"

The onlookers looked at the repaired city wall with excitement on their faces, and excitedly told the people around them about their excitement.

The onlookers showed a hint of hesitation on their faces, looked at each other secretly, and said in a low voice: "He, is he injured?" ”

"Possibly, when he disappeared, I saw a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth. If the rumors are not wrong, he was seriously injured as early as half a year ago when he fought against the Shaolin monks. And now forcibly using supernatural powers will definitely be more and more injured. A thin man with a somewhat gloomy face said in a deep voice.

"Okay, if you can get this demon Dao injured, that old thing of Monk Peng won't die in vain!" A voice with a bit of crying came, making the faces of several people more and more gloomy.

Wusan people have a very good relationship on weekdays, and important actions are taken together, which can be described as real brothers in life and death. Now that a few people are watching their brother die, how can they not be touched in the slightest.

They looked at the frenzied people around them, and one by one they quietly retreated, heading for a hidden woods outside the city. They intend to pass on the news they have received to the Left Messenger of Light as soon as possible for their next move.

In order to deal with Mo Chen, of course, Mingjiao can't have only this one means. In order to prevent accidents, they have already prepared the second set of lore games!

The departure of several people did not attract the attention of others.

At this time, everyone was attracted by Mo Chen's car.

With the slow driving of the carriage, in the beautiful sound of the singers, the people watching the lively people on the side of the road slowly knelt down in front of the carriage. They prayed to the slowly passing carriage and prayed their sincerest wishes!

When Mo Chen's carriage disappeared into the city gate hole, there was no longer a single person standing next to the official road for several miles!

After the officers and soldiers who maintained order left, they knelt down on the wheels of the carriage with endless piety. He held the dust crushed by the carriage like the most precious treasure and carefully put it into his bosom. When the first person made such a move, the originally spacious official road was instantly crowded with people.

People frantically flocked to the official road, scrambling for the dirt that the wagons had run over!

A dense forest a few miles away from the official road, the people of the Ming Sect carefully gathered here.

The left envoy of light looked slightly gloomy, and his eyes looked at the crazy crowd beside the official road with a terrifying cold glint in his eyes.

This demon is really good at demagoguery.

The most terrifying thing is that the cultivation of the demon path is shocking, and no one can compete with it throughout the hundreds of years of martial arts rivers and lakes. With the current strength of that demon Dao, I'm afraid that if Bodhidharma Ancestor is reincarnated, it will be a little worse, right?

Fortunately, the demon Dao is now seriously injured, otherwise the Ming Sect would be in danger.

When the old man thought of this, his eyes became more and more cold. He said in a deep voice, "You can see clearly, he is really injured. ”

Several people glanced at each other, bowed down and said, "Returning to the left envoy, we are absolutely not mistaken." His body trembled slightly, and then a bloodstain appeared on the corner of his mouth. ”

The old man nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Peng sacrificed for the great cause of my Holy Sect, the sect leader will not forget his merits, and we will not forget his friendship." After eradicating the demon road, we will use the head of the demon road to see off Brother Peng! ”

"With the head of the demon road, see off Brother Peng." When everyone heard this, their eyes were full of hatred and anger, and they whispered firmly.

The old man took a deep breath, looked at everyone with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Next is our last and only chance. This time, I don't want anything to happen. ”

Everyone nodded seriously with serious faces, and the bewitching beauty stood up and arched her hand: "Envoy Zuo, rest assured, even if we fight for our lives, we will definitely take the head of the demon path to see off Brother Peng." ”

The old man snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Fool, I know that you have hatred in your hearts, and I can't wait to break that demon path into thousands of pieces." But you have to remember that the great cause of the Holy Church is the most important thing. The more times like this, the more you have to be calm and never make the slightest mistake.

The next task is not only for us to do it, but also for those dog barbarians in Beimeng. Although they made an agreement with the sect leader, the barbarians were fierce and savage, and did not understand etiquette and education. You have to be very careful when joining forces with them. ”

When everyone heard the old man's reprimand, they all lowered their heads, not daring to refute in the slightest.

The old man was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to worry too much about this matter. The master invited by the sect leader this time is not an ordinary simple person. If the demon path has not been injured, it is difficult to say whether it is a victory or defeat. But now that the demon path has been hit hard, it will definitely not be the opponent of that senior! ”

Luoyang City, on the wide main street.

Mo Chen sat in the carriage and played against the ancestor of Longhu Mountain.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground, and in front of them was a low case covered in pitch black. Two maids with delicate faces poured tea for the two of them on the side.

Mo Chen looked at the chessboard in front of him and chuckled: "Although you have the power of a great dragon, you don't know that the fate gate is always under the control of others. This game, you lost from the start. ”

The ancestor of Longhu Mountain shook his head slightly and sighed: "A real person has a good mind and a good chess game. ”

He was not lamented by the chessboard in front of him, but was very amazed by Mo Chen's actions.

In order to lure Mingjiao and more people to take the bait, Mo Chen did not destroy the gunpowder arranged by Mingjiao. He really didn't dare to imagine how Mo Chen would have dealt with the attack of the Ming Sect if there hadn't been an unexpected situation at that time. With so much gunpowder, I'm afraid that the gods will be crushed when they come, right?

With a wave of Mo Chen's sleeves, the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard seemed to come to life and flew back into his chess box.

He casually placed a punch on the chessboard and said in a deep voice: "The assassination of Mingjiao and Beimeng is just a small hidden danger. Our real problem is just beginning. It's not so easy to change the style of martial arts. How many forces have come to this martial arts conference? ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "There are high-ranking hermits in the rivers and lakes, and they have basically been invited here by us. For example, Guo Jing and his wife in Xiangyang City, as well as Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi and others who travel the world, as well as the Southern Emperor of Dali, are all among the invitations of this martial arts conference.

Speaking of which, there are a few old monsters here this time, and they are all contemporaries of mine. I'm worried that some of them may not be good, and real people still need to pay attention to it when the time comes. ”

Mo Chen's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the old man's words.

Wouldn't the characters who were contemporaries of the old Heavenly Master be the characters of a hundred years ago!

Things seem to have gotten interesting.

Mo Chen thought of Murong Fu, who had appeared in Shaolin Temple, and his eyes flashed a little cold.