At this time, Bian Dazhuang was stunned by Mo Yuchen's fierceness.

How could I still have the heart to hear what he had to say?

It wasn't until Mo Yuchen stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him that he reacted.

Bian Dazhuang looked at Yan Xuehai, who was trembling with anger behind Mo Yuchen, and immediately pulled Mo Yuchen to the corner, and whispered to him:

"Senior Brother Mo, how can you offend Yan Xuehai to death. ”

"His eldest brother Yan Xuewu, but he is the existence of the top five core disciples of our Sword Sect. ”

"Don't you want to stay in the Zixiao Sword Sect in the future?"

"Yan Xuewu, core disciple!" After Mo Yuchen heard what Bian Dazhuang said, he realized that the origin of this Yan Xuehai was not simple.

Originally, he thought that this Yan Xuehai was just the first person in the inner gate, but he didn't expect that there was a more powerful backer behind him.

However, even if it is a core disciple, he now has the true spirit lotion in his hand, even if he can't beat others now.

A year later, Mo Yuchen will still be afraid of Yan Xuehai, the eldest brother of the top five core disciples.

"Boy, I want you dead!"

Just when Mo Yuchen's thoughts were in deep thought, Yan Xuehai behind him finally couldn't bear the feeling of being ignored.

Immediately, he made a claw shape and aimed at Mo Yuchen's heart.

When Mo Yuchen heard this, he frowned, quickly turned around, and pointed his two fingers together at Yan Xuehai's palm.

Boom!

There was a sound of true qi colliding.

Mo Yuchen was shocked and took three steps back.

However, although Yan Xuehai was still standing firmly in place, he quickly hid his hands behind his back at this time, shaking constantly.

Obviously, after receiving Mo Yuchen's finger, he was very uncomfortable.

"Do you dare to fight back?" Yan Xuehai held back the pain in his hand, and his face was so gloomy that he wanted to drip.

"Yan Xuehai, what do you want to do, is it the other thing in the nest?"

"I warn you, if you dare to kill your fellow disciples, even your eldest brother will not be able to protect you. ”

Bian Dazhuang stood in front of Mo Yuchen and shouted with a dark face.

Yan Xuehai glanced at Bian Dazhuang meaningfully, then turned his face sideways, looked at the four Xuangong disciples who were about to move, snorted coldly, and said a cruel word to Mo Yuchen:

"Boy, I'll take your dog life when I'm done with the treasure. ”

"Let you live a little longer. ”

After saying that, he blackened his face and took the lead on the bridge.

However, he walked very carefully.

After the four Xuangong disciples glanced at Mo Yuchen with disdain, they also walked towards the bridge.

For them, an outer disciple like Mo Yuchen is like an ant, they can kill them at will, what does it matter.

"Hmph, it's not certain who kills whom, don't be complacent too early. ”

Mo Yuchen had a sneer on his lips and glanced at the few people who were walking in front.

Just now, the move he made against Yan Xuehai, if he used the sword intent of destruction, it is estimated that Yan Xuehai would not be arrogant even if he wanted to.

"Senior brother, let's go too. Bian Dazhuang shook his head, looking at Mo Yuchen's eyes, full of worry.

Immediately, he suddenly turned around and said to Mo Yuchen: "Senior brother, with that Yan Xuehai's mind. ”

"If there is a fight inside, he will definitely not care about your life or death. ”

"So, you still have to ask for more blessings, senior brother, I myself am also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect myself. ”

After Bian Dazhuang finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, and walked forward by himself.

Soon, after rounding the winding stone path, the group finally came to the main hall of the tomb.

Looking closely at the main hall, almost everyone present could see how powerful the owner of this tomb was during his lifetime.

I saw that in the center of the main hall, there was a stone statue sculpture, and although it was a sculpture, his expression and demeanor always gave people a feeling of being heroic and extraordinary, and looking at the world.

Even in the face of his sculptures, people dare not be disrespectful.

However, on the left and right sides of the sculpture, there are two tomb-guarding puppets, holding bright swords in their hands, which are not ordinary at first glance.

Yan Xuehai and Shen Tu stared at the two tomb puppets with very solemn expressions.

No one dares to say more nonsense at this time.

"What should I do?" Bian Dazhuang was the first to break the silence and asked.

However, after he finished speaking, no one gave him an answer, but continued to look inside the hall.

The same was true for Mo Yuchen, who carefully examined the materials used on the two tomb guarding puppets.

It looks like wood on the outside but not wood, and even the divine thoughts attached to it are automatically popped off, so there is no way to detect what the structure inside is.

"It seems that unless these two villains are dismantled, they will definitely not be able to be imitated. ”

Mo Yuchen thought to himself, and then his eyes fell on the stone platform guarded by the two puppets, and saw a very exquisite-looking box placed on it.

At the same time, everyone present noticed the small box at this moment.

If it weren't for the fear of the two puppets next to them, it is estimated that they would not be able to wait to go up and become stronger.

"One person against one puppet, you have no opinion, right?" Shen Tu's eyes showed greed, and he glared at Yan Xuehai defiantly.

"Hmph, standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. Yan Xuehai frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't you see that the three of my subordinates are like waste?"

"Huh?" Mo Yuchen and Bian Dazhuang looked at him in unison when they heard this.

Faced with such a situation, Mo Yuchen is okay, he never cares what others say.

However, Bian Dazhuang couldn't stand it anymore, glared at Yan Xuehai angrily, kept panting, and held the sword in his hand tightly.

"Yan Xuehai, the people under your command are waste, that's your Zixiao Sword Sect's business. ”

"You just have to answer, dare or not, and don't talk about the rest of the nonsense. ”

Seeing that Yan Xuehai refused to face his own problem, Shen Tu couldn't help but sneer and mock.

Yan Xuehai heard Shen Tu say this, and his face was faintly unsightly.

Immediately, he looked at the box on the case in the hall again, his heart was ruthless, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Soon, a wooden man? ”

"Say yes, one person, don't think about begging me to help you later. ”

"Joke, you'd better worry about how you're going to deal with that puppet first. Shen Tu pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Your three subordinates can't help you much." ”

"Bastard!" Yan Xuehai was about to be blown up by Shen Tu, and turned his head and glared at the three of them viciously.

And at the same time, he ordered Mo Yuchen and the three of them to assist him in cleaning up the puppets later.

But except for Bian Dazhuang and the other Sword Sect disciple who listened to his command, Mo Yuchen held the sword in his arms and walked to the side to watch the play casually.

There is no intention of making a move at all.

In his eyes, these people are just some clowns who jump off the beam, relying on their own strength to see everything.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry, let them toss first, and when they have tossed enough, he will make his own move.

Anyway, none of them can afford to look up to themselves, and Mo Yuchen is also happy to be idle.