This group of He disciples came over with a big thorn.

Mo Xuan was a little familiar, and then thought about it, it seemed that there were people who had seen it, it was Xueyue's cousin, but looking at their appearance, the person who came was not good.

"Boy, what are you looking at?

They deliberately came to stir up trouble, and they wanted to hit Mo Xuan hard, and their attitude was very bad.

"Don't look at what you look like, always stick to our sister Xueyue like a pug, you have to remember, Sister Xueyue is the husband and wife of our young mansion master, you know her and stay away from her. ”

Mo Xuan looked at them with a faint expression, feeling like he was watching a group of clowns.

Mo Xuan's eyes made them very uncomfortable.

"Boy, if we see you and Sister Xueyue sticking together next time, this pig of yours will be your end. ”

One of the young men choked and pulled out the knife he was carrying.

Seeing that this Mo Xuan didn't seem to react to their verbal warnings, he decided to take the opponent's war beast under the knife.

He is ready to inflict a heavy wound or even kill Little Fang.

If the war beast is killed, the person who has made a contract with it will also have a great loss of vitality, even to the root, and will no longer be able to refine his cultivation in the future.

So it's not a matter of necessity, ordinary people have concluded a war beast for a lifetime, and even if they encounter a better war beast in the future, no one will think about changing it again.

If you really want him to kill Mo Xuan, he doesn't have the guts, but he is not afraid of killing Xiaoya.

The young man drew his sword, and with a lunge, swooped out, and swung the knife at Little Fang.

"Come back. Mo Xuan finally spoke, scolding in a low voice.

Before the man took out the knife, Xiaoya had already sensed Mo Xuan's meaning, turned around and rushed up the steps, ran behind Mo Xuan and hid.

"Hehe, they all say that they are stupid and stupid like a pig, this beast is not stupid, he knows how to hide, but can you hide?"

Someone else smiled at Mo Xuan and said: "It's just a pig, there are too many high-level war beasts in our He Mansion than this, if you are obedient in the future, we will give you a more advanced one." ”

The young man with the knife rushed straight over, bypassing Mo Xuan, and was determined to hit Xiao Yao hard first, and then insult Mo Xuan fiercely, so that he could understand the serious consequences of not staying away from Xueyue again.

This knife-carrying boy is a third-order fighter, and he swings his sword out.

They didn't know much about Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan's big trouble in the Snow Mansion was regarded as a shame by the Snow Mansion, and he tried his best to suppress this matter and did not want to make a public announcement.

This time I came to He Mansion, Xue Fu and others had a tacit understanding and did not introduce Mo Xuan too much.

Although He Qianling knew Mo Xuan, he didn't mention much.

So for the other people from He Mansion, Mo Xuan was a disciple and retinue from Xue Mansion.

An eighteen-year-old retinue also contracted a low-grade three-eyed iron pig as a war beast, how powerful can such a person be? Naturally, his status in the Snow Mansion is also very low.

It was precisely because of this that when they saw Mo Xuan and Xue Yue together, they became more and more angry.

Such an entourage with no status, let alone the war beast that killed him, even if he really killed him, it is estimated that there will not be many serious consequences.

After all, they were still relatively restrained, this time they just wanted to hit Xiaoya hard, but they didn't have the idea of moving Mo Xuan for the time being.

A third-order warrior, with a casual wave of the sword in his hand, the imperial energy contained in it is not something that the current Mo Xuan or Xiao Fang can resist.

Mo Xuan's Emperor Core can now only store a maximum of one unit of Emperor Energy, which is equivalent to that of a beginner fighter.

Facing a third-order fighter with the strength of a beginner-level fighter, the difference in strength between the two sides is huge.

In order to protect Xiaoya, Mo Xuan had to take action.

As soon as his right hand was stretched out, a metal axe appeared in his hand, and in terms of strength, he was far inferior to the three-stage fighter in front of him.

But when it comes to exercises, the other party can't compare to Mo Xuan.

He didn't even understand what Mo Xuan was doing, and the metal axe suddenly slashed at his shoulder.

When he reacted, he couldn't help but let out a miserable roar.

The metal axe had already slashed into his shoulder, and Mo Xuan pulled the axe again, and blood flowed out.

The young man's face turned pale, and he clutched his wounds and fell back.

"You...... You ......" His face distorted in pain, and he screamed at Mo Xuan.

The other people in the back were watching the play with expressions, and they were all taken aback at this time and hurriedly gathered around.

"Fifth brother, what's going on?" exclaimed one of the young men in his twenties.

"This guy makes ...... Make the Demon Law ......"

The injured young man didn't see how Mo Xuan made a move, and suddenly the axe slashed into his shoulder, which was simply the legendary demon technique.

"Hmph, it turns out that you are still hidden. ”

Among the crowd, a young man in white walked out, flipped his right hand, and pulled out the white iron sword hanging from his waist.

His strength was the strongest in this group, and he had already reached the realm of a fourth-order fighter.

He faced Mo Xuan with a cautious look, obviously regarding Mo Xuan as a great enemy.

Mo Xuan watched him push up, and had a headache.

He just suddenly used the "grabbing hand", taking advantage of the opponent's surprise, and instantly slashed him.

But the young man in white in front of him is very cautious, and it is not easy to repeat the technique.

"Emperor Neng is too weak, and he is too reluctant to use the 'Yu Capture Hand'. ”

Mo Xuan had a headache, and the white-clothed young man in front of him had already swung his long sword and forced him over.

He learned the previous lesson, and instead of rashly attacking, he first took a defensive move, swung his sword into a huge sword flower to protect himself, and then slowly pushed the sword flower to approach Mo Xuan.

In the face of this kind of attack, it was difficult for Mo Xuan to succeed as easily as before, so he could only swing the short axe away and see the move.

It's just that his emperor's ability is far weaker than that of his opponent, and the metal short axe is slightly touched by the long sword, and his palms are hot, and he almost can't hold it.

Seeing that Mo Xuan was suppressed by the young man in white, and his defeat was present, someone immediately made a move, pounced on Xiaoya, and prepared to take Xiaoya to open the knife.

Mo Xuan saw it in his eyes, although his face did not change much, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

He whispered, sensing the stone steps of the ancestral weapon of He Fu under his feet.

The stone steps were driven and suddenly shook.

Suddenly, the young man in white, who was wielding the long sword cautiously, was taken aback, and the long sword in his hand was deflected, revealing a flaw.

Mo Xuan used all the imperial energy in his body to promote the technique of "grabbing the universe hand", and the metal axe in his right hand flashed, disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he slashed heavily on the right arm of the white-clothed young man holding the sword.

The young man in white screamed, his long sword came out of his hand, and he fell back injured.

Mo Xuan turned his body and threw the metal axe out of his hand suddenly, and with the help of the power of the stone step ancestral weapon spirit at the bottom of his feet, the metal axe flashed like lightning.

The young man from He Fu, who was about to slash Xiaoya, had just raised his knife when he suddenly felt hit by a huge force, and his body fell forward and flew out.

He let out a scream of pain in his back, and the metal axe, formed by the condensation of God's metal, slashed into his back and sank deep into it.