However, these people in front of them obviously had already been surprised by this, otherwise they would not have been so ruthless and did not have the slightest fear.

Beside the three teenagers, there was also a young man in white, he hung a sword at his waist, his appearance was good, he was tall, full of muscles, full of explosive power, at first glance he was not an ordinary miscellaneous disciple, but an outer disciple who had stepped into the Na Ling realm.

At this time, the young man in white was looking at the gray-clothed little guy who was beaten by the three of them with great interest, but he never said a word, his eyes rolled, and he didn't know what bad idea he came up with, and suddenly pulled out the saber at his waist with a sonorous sound, and shouted: "You three dodge for me!"

"Cousin, ...... you" Luo Wen, the leader of the three teenagers who were committing violence against the gray-clothed boy, was suddenly startled when he saw that the white-clothed young man actually drew his sword to deal with the gray-clothed boy.

You must know that the outer disciples of the White Lotus Sect will be reprimanded at most for killing a few miscellaneous disciples, and he is only a miscellaneous disciple, and he will pay for his life if he kills someone.

"Cousin, rest assured, my brother has his own measure, and I won't take his life. The young man in white smiled coldly and said, "Besides, wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him like this?" Every time I see this faceless monster, I feel very disgusted! This kind of monster shouldn't live in this world at all!"

"That's good. Hearing this, Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled and said: "Cousin, he's just a small character, that ink is really hateful, damn it!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his cheek, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, and he said with great resentment: "A mere lowly mourning star, he actually dares to go against Lao Tzu, and he dares to beat me! Cousin, you must avenge me and cut that miscellaneous piece with a thousand knives!"

"Don't worry, cousin, I heard that Mo Yan has a good relationship with this faceless monster, and with this monster here, I don't worry about Mo Yan not coming. And just now there has been a little fat man sneakily peeking on the side, and now there is no one, obviously to report the news, let's just wait here. ”

"Oh, cousin, you're so good, you actually used such a trick to wait for the rabbit. ”

Thinking that it wouldn't be long before Mo Yan would be beaten down by his cousin, and then trampled on his face and humiliated by himself, Rowan couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement in his heart.

"Where, where. The young man in white waved his hand modestly, and at the same time kept gesturing with his sword on the face of the gray-clothed little man, that is, Wuxiang, and said in a dark voice: "You monster has no face, I really don't know how you survived? It must be very painful, right? But you are very lucky to meet me, and today I will be very merciful and help you carve out your facial features for free, so that you can see this world of flowers and flowers, and taste that delicious food." ”

As he spoke, he stabbed his sword into Wuxiang's face, and was about to poke it out of a hole, and blood flowed everywhere, when a violent shout suddenly sounded: "Beast, stop me!"

At the last moment, Mo Yan finally arrived.

He glanced coldly at Rowan and the others, and then set his gaze on the man in white.

Intuitively, he felt that this person was extremely dangerous, and he could see that this white-clothed young man was not an ordinary miscellaneous disciple, it was very likely that he was an outer disciple who had stepped into the Na Ling Realm, and his body had undergone the initial nourishment and strengthening of the spiritual energy, and his strength was infinite, tearing tigers and leopards apart, far beyond ordinary people!

"You're Mo Yan, the mourning star of the father and mother, what did you say just now?"

The young man in white stood up slowly, with a pair of narrow eyes, shooting out a wolf-like fierce gaze, staring at Mo Yan stubbornly, his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and if he didn't agree with each other, he would draw his sword and kill people.

"Who are you?" Mo Yan didn't answer him, but asked rhetorically, and at the same time he raised his hands slightly, making a defensive stance, his legs secretly accumulating, and he could dodge at any time.

"Ahem ......" At this time, lying on the ground, he was beaten to the ground, and his body was covered in bruises, when he heard Mo Yan's voice, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his head and said extremely weakly: "Mo Yan, you ...... He is an outer disciple Yang Lin, and he has also cultivated a human-level primary martial art, so you are not his opponent. Hurry up, their target is you, not me, so they won't do anything to me!"

"Let's go?" Yang Lin kicked Wuxiang away with a kick and said in a dark voice: "This lowly miscellaneous disciple dared to insult me just now, do you think he can still walk? According to the rules of my sect, if a miscellaneous disciple dares to offend an outer disciple, the outer disciple has the right to execute him without any punishment. Mourning Star, you are bold enough to dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, so sorry, today next year will be your death day!"

"Really?" Although Mo Yan's face was calm, he secretly exclaimed in his heart, he didn't expect that Luo Wen and the others would actually find an outer disciple as a helper, and with his current cultivation, it was purely looking for death against the martial artist of the Shangna Spirit Realm, not to mention that this outer disciple had also cultivated martial arts.

Martial arts are an attack technique that can give full play to one's own strength and maximize the effect of hitting the enemy.

In the Holy Spirit Continent, martial arts, including exercises, are divided into four levels and twelve levels, from low to high, they are four levels of people, earth, heaven, and immortals.

As the first major sect in Anping Kingdom, the White Lotus Sect, its highest level of martial arts is only the human level, as for the earth level, the heaven level, only those super forces can have it, and the god level only exists in legends, no one has ever seen it, which shows the rarity and preciousness of martial arts.

"Boy, suffer death!"

Yang Lin smirked, discarded the long sword, and raised his fist and rushed towards Mo Yan.

Although the monks of the Na Spirit Realm level cannot use the aura, the body nourished by the aura is far beyond ordinary people, both in strength and speed, it has been greatly improved, and even the defense power has increased to a certain extent.

And this is only the initial nourishment of the body, if the cultivation reaches the quenching realm, the body is fully tempered and strengthened, toughness, flexibility, strength, speed, etc. will be greatly improved, then Ye Xuan can't even react at all, and he will be killed by a blow.

Rumble!

Yang Linshi exhibited a set of palm techniques, his hands were like wood and stone, tough and powerful, opening and closing, breaking through the air, tiger and tiger, and hitting the door of Mo Yan's face.

Before the palms of his hands reached his body, the strong wind alone blew Mo Yan's face painfully, and he had no doubt that if his face was hit by this pair of iron palms, it would definitely be torn apart like a watermelon falling from a height.

With the good physical literacy formed by years of exercise, Mo Yan was at the last moment, his upper body fell back sharply, almost hanging to the ground, an iron plate bridge, which was able to avoid Yang Lin's fatal blow.

"Huh, it's a bit of itself, but that's the end of it!"

Seeing that his palm, which should have been nine out of ten, actually failed, Yang Lin was stunned for a moment, and felt a little surprised, but then his face changed, alternating blue and red, as if he felt that he had been greatly insulted.

A monk in the spiritual realm can't even take a waste of the induction realm, so what kind of face do you have to call yourself an outer disciple?

Boom!

Yang Lin changed his palm to a slap, and pressed down suddenly, and a pair of palms like a thousand pounds suddenly hit Mo Yan's chest fiercely, shattering the clothes on his chest and smashing them, and the sound of broken bones resounded continuously.

Burst!

Receiving this heavy blow, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell heavily to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.

"Good!"

Seeing Mo Yan being knocked to the ground by Yang Lin, Luo Wen, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately applauded loudly, his face full of excitement and a twisted pleasure of revenge.

He strode forward, smiling cruelly, and stepped up to the face of the Ink Dead.

Mo Yan felt a heart-rending pain in his chest, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead and sideburns, but he didn't say a word and forcibly endured it.

At this time, seeing that Rowan wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate himself, although he couldn't move, his eyes glared suddenly, and his cold gaze seemed to contain the evil aura from hell, extremely cold, and even full of an evil and gloomy taste, which frightened Rowan a lot, not only raised his right foot and put it back, but even his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Poof!"

I don't know who laughed, after Rowan heard it, he was ashamed and angry, and his face was blue for a while, red for a while, as if he had opened a dye shop.

He turned his head to look around, and found that at some point, there were actually a lot of miscellaneous disciples gathered by the laundry pool, and at this time, those people were looking at him with mocking eyes, and some even pointed at him, as if they were ridiculing him for being scared away by a waste mourning star.

"Damn it, Mo Yan, I'm going to kill you!"

Rowan was furious, he attributed all this to Mo Yan's body, and no longer hesitated, he strode forward, raised his right foot and stomped towards Mo Yan fiercely, and this time he stepped on not Mo Yan's face, but Mo Yan's chest that had just been hit hard!