Mo is very angry, very angry!

In the past, he didn't have to work at all to take such a trivial matter as taking the pill. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info It's just that this time the situation is special, and he doesn't feel at ease when he hands it over to others, and he doesn't want to eat it behind closed doors!

That damn Song Li actually used a small medicine refining hall steward to suppress himself, it was simply unreasonable!

This is really a great shame for the arrogant and domineering ink evil feelings since childhood. Under the emotional anger, I have lost my mind a little.

"Okay, you alchemy hall, Ben Shao smashed your kennel today!"

As soon as Lin Xu and Song Li walked to the door, they heard a ping-pong smashing sound from the side hall, which was accompanied by bursts of wild screams.

"Damn Song Li!"

"Bastard Wang Xin!"

"Let's die for Ben Shao!"

Song Li's face was as frightened as earth, and he hid behind Lin Xu tremblingly, "Lord Deacon, how is this good?"

"Look at your little bit of talent!" Lin Xu scoffed, "Mo Evil Sentiment dares to smash the Medicine Refining Hall, how can this deacon allow him?"

Song Li wailed in his heart, but he could only follow Lin Xu helplessly.

The side hall has been smashed to pieces, and it is in a mess. The ink evil was like a madness, and when he was in the middle of his heart, he saw two people walking in.

"Bold fanatic, dare to openly smash the alchemy hall, have you eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall?" As soon as Lin Xu entered the door, he scolded with his head covered in his face.

The ink evil was emanated, and a handsome face was strangely distorted, staring at Lin Xu viciously.

"The Alchemy Hall is a fart! Ben Shao smashed it, what can you do with me?"

Lin Xu smiled secretly in his heart, anyway, it's not his own thing, you can smash it if you like it, even if you smash it all, it is Dan Wangzong who is distressed. But I still have to hold on to my face, especially when I can't get used to the arrogant appearance of Mo Xie.

"I don't care who you are, if you dare to make trouble in the Medicine Refining Hall, you must have the consciousness of accepting punishment!"

Mo Evil smiled, and the smile was gloomy, evil, and disdainful.

"Punish me? Haha, do you know who I am? I'm not afraid to tell you that Ben Shao's father is a ink maniac!"

"Ink Maniacs?" Lin Xu snorted coldly, "So what! Don't talk about ink Maniacs, even if your father is Li Gang, it won't help!"

Song Li was about to cry, constantly tugging at Lin Xu's sleeves, desperately trying to make his eyes. Mo Mad is the chief elder of the Pure Land Sect, if he offends him, how can he be mixed up in the future?

"You're looking for death!"

Mo Evil is already temperamental, where can he stand Lin Xu's repeated sarcasm and sarcasm, he has already left his anger. It was a killing move, and he wanted to put Lin Xu to death.

And this is exactly what Lin Xu wanted to see, without hesitation at the moment, his body moved slightly, and his backhand was slapped out.

This slap is wonderful, whether it is speed, power, angle, or timing, it is just right. Although he shot later, he was the last to strike.

I only heard a crisp sound of 'pop', and then the screams came, and the ink evil spirit had already flown out with teeth and claws.

"Hmph, thanks to your nonsense, I thought how powerful you were, so that's all you can do?" Lin Xu tried his best to be sarcastic and continued to attack him, "No wonder Lan Yuanzhi is recognized as the first day of the Pure Land Sect, compared to him, you are indeed far behind!"

Lin Xu's words were not false, Lan Yuanzhi was indeed the object of envy and jealousy of Mo Evil. Mo Xiqing was born noble and his talent was not bad, but since he was a child, he was overpowered by Lan Yuanzhi everywhere, and he dreamed of killing the latter.

At this moment, when Lin Xu talked about the sore spot in front of him, Mo Evil was completely crazy. He struggled to his feet, a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, half of his cheeks were high and swollen, and his expression was even more distorted to the extreme.

"Die! I want you dead!"

Feeling the change in the aura on Mo Evil's body, Lin Xu couldn't help but look solemn, it turned out to be demonic qi!

Where did you learn the Ink Evil Feeling, or did the Ink Maniac faction, or even the entire Pure Land Sect, take refuge in the Dark Demon Sect?

"Alas, stop it, Son!" Just as the two of them were tense, a long-bearded old man suddenly broke into the side hall, he was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Mo Xiqing's side and stunned him with one palm.

"Hehe, today's matter, the old man has made amends for you on behalf of the Mo Gongzi, and I also ask Deacon Wang for forgiveness. ”

Lin Xu stared at the old man in front of him, and at that moment, he even had a feeling of unreality.

It's Tsurumatsu! I haven't seen him for a few years, but he actually appeared in the Pure Land Sect! And he was mixed with the ink evil feelings!

He Song only thought that Lin Xu was unwilling to give up, so he smiled, "Deacon Wang, you also know the identity of Master Mo, if this matter becomes a big problem and spreads to Elder Mo Mad Sect, I'm afraid you won't be able to please it, right?"

Lin Xu quickly came to his senses, "Hmph, who are you? You can't lift a single word in everything, even if Elder Mo Mad comes in person, you have to follow the rules!"

An imperceptible hint of anger flashed in Hesong's eyes, and his tone became tougher, "The old man is a friend of Elder Mo Mad Sect, and he must not watch Master Mo being bullied!"

Song Li observed his words and looks, and knew that Lin Xu had no intention of embarrassing Hesong, but it was just a bluff. So he stepped forward and acted as a peacemaker.

"Hehe, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Lord Deacon just wants to uphold the rules, and he has no intention of targeting Elder Mo and Young Master Mo. ”

Since someone had taken the steps, Lin Xu didn't care too much, and looked at Hesong coldly and said, "It's just this time, not an example!"

Crane Song snorted coldly, carried the ink evil and shook his hand.

"You're a kid, you're pretty good at getting into trouble. Lin Xu patted Song Li's shoulder with some appreciation.

Song Li's face was overjoyed, "Hehe, it's an honor for my subordinates to do something for adults!"

"Very good, this deacon will not treat you badly!" Lin Xu nodded, "You have to pay attention to the ink evil feelings, as well as all the people who come to claim the Illusion Pill." If you find something, report it to me immediately!"

"Subordinates remember, please rest assured!"

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On the main peak of Xuanjing Mountain, in a beautiful attic, a beautiful woman was looking at the unconscious Mo Evil with teary eyes, gently wiping his swollen face.

"Hesong, what the hell is going on? Which bold fanatic dares to hurt my son?"

He Song sighed, bowed down and said, "This matter was done by Deacon Wang Xin of the Alchemy Hall!"

"Hmph, that's how you protect Childe?Did you get the Hallucinogenic Pill?" the beautiful woman said dissatisfied.

Hesong was a little helpless, secretly hating that the ink evil was not enough to achieve more than anything, and he couldn't even do such a trivial thing.

"Now that Gongzi is injured, I'm afraid it will take some time to recuperate, and I'm not in a hurry to take the Phantom Pill. ”

The beautiful woman stopped talking, waved her hand, signaled Tsuruma to stand back, and turned around to take care of Mo Xieqing.

Crane Song shook his head, if it weren't for the sake of the ink maniac, how could he allow a woman to shout five or six?

"It's all for the sake of the sect!"