"Here, get out of here!"

With Mo Wen's loud shout, the Soul Devourer in his hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling blue light, and half of the square was dyed cyan.

Huge cyan pillars of light shot out from the black sticks, and in their pass, the hard giant trees that formed the ring scattered like confetti.

"No!"

Chang Yun only had time to hold his sword horizontally in front of him before he was overwhelmed by the huge pillar of light that was as huge as the waves of the sea.

Rumble!!

There was a huge bang, smoke and dust in the sky splashed up, and the entire Yunhai Square seemed to tremble in that blow.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and there was a mess everywhere in sight, half of the ring collapsed, Chang Yun fell in a big pit, covered in blood, life and death did not know, the sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, and all the dense cracks on it were cracks, and a breeze blew, and it was actually clicked and broken into two sections.

The disciples in the audience looked at this qiē in a daze, their mouths opened, but they couldn't speak, and farther away, many people rushed over, looked at what was happening, and then looked at the deep pit, gasped, and opened their mouths wide.

"You, you, you!" The elder who acted as the referee glared and pointed at Mo Wen speechless.

He was a cultivator in the Shangqing Realm, but he couldn't react to the blow just now, let alone save people—no, he even doubted that he would be able to take it.

But after all, as an elder and the referee this time, I saw him gritting his teeth and yelling at Mo Wen: "You, the sect Dabi, how can you be so hot!" ”

Mo Wen glanced at him. The biting cold made the elder subconsciously shut his mouth, but then he reacted that he was actually frightened by a new disciple. The old man blushed, and shouted at Tian Buyi in the audience with some annoyance: "Tian Buyi, is this how you teach your disciples!" ”

Maybe this elder didn't even notice that he was a little afraid of Mo Wen at this time, and he didn't dare to look at those cold eyes at this time, so he had to go to Master Mo Wen for trouble.

Audience, listening to the elder's question. Tian Buyi's brows were furrowed, as early as when those disciples provoked Mo Wen, he subconsciously felt that it was not good. Mo Wen's calm and cold appearance is not much different from usual, but more like the appearance of the two when they met for the first time. Therefore, I was secretly vigilant in my heart. Ready to save people at any time, but he didn't expect Mo Wen's blow to exceed his expectations, some of the big ones he didn't sacrifice the Red Flame Immortal Sword, and he didn't dare to block it, not that this blow could even kill Tian Buyi, but with his bare hands, Tian Buyi didn't think that he could stop this blow without injury, so he simply didn't stop it. ――What are you kidding, he is the first seat of the Great Bamboo Peak. If during the Seven Veins Martial Arts, in order to save people, he was injured by his own disciple with a blow, then he would lose face, of course, this is also Tian Buyi can see that although Mo Wen is angry, but his subordinates still have affection, although the blow is fast, but in the eyes of a master like Tian Buyi, he can still see that the angle is a little biased, the one called Chang Yun, he can't die, as for what the injury looks like, it depends on the creation.

Poor Chang Yun, Tian Buyi, the only one present who could save him, easily abandoned him because of his own face, - for the latter, during the Seven Veins Martial Arts, the dead are a big deal, and it is not good to spread the reputation of his own vein, so he must be saved; But serious injuries and dying, isn't that commonplace? A disciple who is not in his own vein, his tone is not small, but his ability is terrible, and he also squeezes his best disciple, if he is seriously injured, he is seriously injured, how can his own face be important, Tian Buyi thinks that he didn't stand up and applaud loudly just now, and he was already worthy of Chang Yun.

It's just that it's not good to seriously injure the same family, at this time, listening to the questions of his peers, Tian Buyi also had to stand up and explain: "Senior Brother Fan, the seventh brother—"

At this time, Mo Wen, who had been expressionless, suddenly spoke, he glanced at Chang Yun, and then said coldly: "Don't worry, that kid can't die, but he will have to lie in bed for at least a year and a half, and as for how many layers of cultivation can be left, there is no guarantee in the future!" ”

When he said this, Mo Wen's expression did not change in the slightest, as if it was not his fellow disciple and brother lying there, which made everyone's hearts feel cold.

Elder Fan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person didn't die, he waved his hand, motioned to the disciples on the side to heal Chang Yun's injuries, and then frowned, looked at Mo Wen and asked, "You can obviously beat him lightly, why do you have to make such a heavy hand in the end?" ”

Mo Wen sneered at this, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I'm sorry, I am shallow in the lower cultivation and my eyesight is not good, so I can't see the depth of Senior Brother Chang Yun." He just opened his mouth to 'practice his hands' and closed his mouth to 'accumulate experience', and he thought he was very strong, so he naturally wanted to go all out. It's just that I didn't expect Senior Brother Chang Yun to have a great mouth, but he didn't have any real skills at all, so he just-"

At a glance, Mo Wen's last sentence was said by looking at the disciples in the audience, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

Being glanced at by Mo Wen's eyes, the faces of those disciples in the audience suddenly turned red, and it was obvious that Mo Wen was referring to Sang scolding Huai, saying that they were just gossiping, but they didn't have any real skills. A few people had the heart to open their mouths to say something, but when they saw the big pit in the ring, and Chang Yun, who didn't know life and death, they had to shut up, and even Chang Yun, one of the top eight, was beaten into that virtue with one move, and they came out at this time, didn't they look for death by themselves?

At this time, Tian Ling'er, who had been being pulled by Su Ru, also jumped out and shouted arrogantly: "That's it, that Changyun just now, the cowhide blew loudly, but he didn't have any ability at all, he deserved to be beaten like that, how can you blame my senior brother!" ”

Just now, the little girl was taken aback by Chang Yun's unknown appearance of life and death, she grew so big, it was the first time she saw a dead person, so she was so frightened that she didn't react, at this time, when she heard that the person was not dead, she regained her spirit, and when she saw that the elder wanted to find trouble with her sweetheart, she naturally wanted to jump out and complain.

Listening to Tian Ling'er's shout, Elder Fan smiled bitterly, this is this little girl, how can other people be embarrassed to open their eyes and talk nonsense, learn the same art, it is still very easy to see how many cultivators with low realms are high, especially from the blow just now, Mo Wen's realm is at least two or three small realms higher than Chang Yun, maybe they have all reached the Shangqing level, how can he not see how much strength Chang Yun has, he is clearly taking the opportunity to retaliate, and he intends to abolish Chang Yun.

But then Elder Fan sighed lightly and shook his head, what if you know, there are no dead people, as long as Mo Wen insists that he doesn't know Chang Yun's strength, he has no choice, and glanced at Chang Yun, who was lifted up by several disciples and unconscious, a trace of pity flashed in Elder Fan's eyes, why bother, if it wasn't for the cowhide blowing too big before, and offending people too hard, how could he be beaten like this, and now he wants to deal with the other party.

Finally, he took a deep look at Mo Wen, but Elder Fan turned around and announced loudly to everyone: "Mo Wensheng of Great Bamboo Peak!" ”

Coincidentally, at the same time, in the ring on the north side of the square, a blue light rose into the sky, followed by a crisp dragon moan.

A moment later, another elder shouted loudly, "Little Bamboo Peak, Lu Xueqi wins!" ”

"Tianya?"

Looking at the blue light, Mo Wen, who was originally strained in his face, smiled lightly, "This is a demonstration to me?" What a little girl who doesn't admit defeat! ”

"Then we'll see you in the finals!" (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to zeuscannon for the monthly pass.