Wei Zhuang went and returned, and it was embarrassed to fly back upside down, which can make everyone in Fumo Mountain in an uproar, just now the young man in the green shirt made a move, to be precise, it was a kick, and it was almost unimaginable that Wei Zhuang, as a cultivator, was defeated in an instant, although Wei Zhuang's strength was at the bottom of the ranks among the practitioners, but he was at the beginning of enlightenment, but it was also a real cultivator, how much stronger than ordinary people? Even the subordinates in the Fumo Mountain, Keqing, few could defeat it so neatly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, the others did not dare to underestimate the young man in the green shirt anymore, and looked at each other, but no one spoke for a long time.

Wei Zhuang got up from the ground, grabbed the double axe and prepared to go up and fight with Li Molan, but thinking of the confident smile of this young man, he suddenly lost his courage, and stood in the crowd with his head down, fidgeting.

Lei Wenwei, the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain, looked at Li Molan carefully, the night was dark and the wind was high and the snow was thick, and the moonlight fell on the snow and then refracted It should not be dark in the forest, but he didn't see the reality of the other party, so he hesitated and asked tentatively: "Yipin martial arts cultivation?"

Although the other party's movements just now were crisp and neat, what he used was not the aura commonly used by cultivators, but the true qi of martial cultivation, although it was fleeting, he was still noticed by Lei Wenwei, so he wanted to make sure.

Li Molan nodded with a smile.

At this time, Lei Wenwei was reassured, although Yipin Martial Arts was a master of the rivers and lakes, he did not pose any threat to him, and naturally he couldn't talk about disrupting tonight's night attack plan, and even several Keqing in the post-enlightenment realm under his command could take it down, so he relaxed a lot and said: "Yipin Kung Fu is not weak, this is what you rely on?"

After learning that it was a first-grade martial arts cultivator, several Keqing of Fumo Mountain were obviously relieved, with the strength of Wei Zhuang, it was almost comparable to a first-class martial artist, and the perennial laziness had already forgotten how to fight with people, and it was normal to be defeated, and a Keqing of Fumo Mountain was eager to try: "Mountain master, I'll take down this kid." ”

This guest Qing's name is Fang Wendong, he is the real master of Fumo Mountain, the realm is at the peak of enlightenment, and there is only a line away from the three initial realms, so he almost pierced the layer of window paper, and he has a very high status in Fumo Mountain, and he is also a swordsman. Although he didn't pay attention to Li Molan before, he was inexplicably a little alarming, which left the opportunity for this rising bird to Wei Zhuang, and after confirming that this young man was just a first-class martial arts cultivator, he smiled lightly and prepared to come out to show his skills.

Yipin Wuxiu is already a very high master, coupled with the young appearance of this kid, how to say that he is also a young genius, Fang Wendong may not be able to compare, but Wuxiu's first product is also considered to be five or five in the realm of enlightenment, this young man in a green shirt is not very old, he is not a master at the peak of that product, he Fang Wendong expected that most of this kid's conceit is not because of any hole cards, but because of the newborn calf, so he is not worried about capsizing in the gutter.

It's just that after all, there is a lesson from the past, and the lion and tiger also need to go all out, and he is ready to go all out, so as not to be beaten by this young man who seems to have a few real skills.

He Fang Wendong made a move, not only to win, but also to win the fall, and to grow face, which was convenient to establish his position in the Fumo Mountain Keqing.

Li Molan said depressedly: "I said that you should go together, it's a waste of time." ”

"Arrogance!"

Fang Wendong pulled out his famous "Crazy Dragon" sword with a sneering face, looked at Li Molan, and said: "My Crazy Dragon Sword is a sword abandoned by the great general Qi Youchou when he fought on the battlefield in Miaojiang a few years ago, this sword was picked up after it was broken, and then it was forcibly renewed by the sword casting master. ”

As soon as these words came out, except for a small number of insiders on Fumo Mountain, most of the other new guests on Fumo Mountain were shocked, and then showed an obsessed look.

Even if it is something that is not worth mentioning to General Qi Youchou, but to these characters in the rivers and lakes, how is it not a priceless artifact? Not to mention a broken sword, even if it is a wooden basin, as long as it is something used by General Qi, it is worth a lot of money, and its value will naturally rise.

The appearance of the mad dragon sword is simple, and the sword body is carved with a mysterious pattern, but it is obvious that the pattern on the tip of the sword looks imposing, and there is a suspicion of a tiger's head and snake tail, and it is obvious that the tip of the sword is forcibly continued in half.

The pattern on the body of this sword should have been part of some kind of formation, which can make the dragon sword have some magical effect of condensing aura, but unfortunately the formation is not broken after the sword is broken, and the sword casting master who continues the sword does not seem to understand the way of the formation, probably thinking that it is just for aesthetics, so he casually carved some patterns, and now although the fame of this dragon sword is there, the sword spirit died early, and it is just a mortal thing.

But where do these people know swords? This Fang Wendong prides himself on being a master of swordsmanship, but in Li Molan's opinion, he is just a baby in swordsmanship.

"Qi Youchou?" Li Molan seemed to recite this name, and suddenly remembered the rumors of this person.

There are three masters of the Netherworld in Dongyu, one of them is the only general of the Dongyu Dynasty, Qi Youchou, although he has the strong cultivation of the Netherworld, but he is willing to become a person under him, it is said that he is the best friend of the current emperor Emperor Daming, and he is the first person in the military, with high power and strong strength, and is the idol of many people on the rivers and lakes, and it is also the existence that many powerful ministers in the temple are afraid of.

Li Molan will remember him vividly, not only because he is one of the three netherworlds, but also because the 300,000 Xuanjia heavy cavalry is the iron hooves under his command, these 300,000 Xuanjia heavy cavalry have never changed their owners for many years, Emperor Daming has always been relieved to hand over the talisman to the general Qi Youchou for safekeeping, and it is precisely because of Qi Youchou and the 300,000 Xuanjia heavy cavalry that the insect magicians in Miao Jiang who are bent on preparing for a comeback are completely dead, and they are scattered, after taking away the background of the insect master's lineage, he patted his ass and left, and almost didn't vomit blood from the older generation of the insect master's lineage.

"Suffer death!" Fang Wendong looked confident, but he was very cautious in his heart, in essence, he was a person with a thick and thin heart, although the Crazy Dragon Sword brought a red rainbow like the wind, but he was also ready to change his moves at any time, turning attack into defense, and beware of Li Molan's magic stroke.

Watching the famous sword and dragon fall violently, Li Molan just fluttered sideways.

But it's lightning fast.

The Crazy Dragon Sword fell, but it fell in the air, which made Fang Wendong, who was too violent and had no way to retract his strength, stunned for a moment, and his heart was not good, countless flames spread out from the sword of the Crazy Dragon Sword, and he was so frightened that he took out his hole card, and wanted to fight directly with this green-shirted boy at this close distance!

"Red Fire!" Fang Wendong shouted loudly, this momentum was much more terrifying than the sword momentum in his hand.

Although the aura turned into flames, it was only burning within three inches around the Crazy Dragon Sword, and there was no such scary atmosphere, in the eyes of Li Molan, who was used to seeing big deals, it was like a child fighting.

The Crazy Dragon Sword chased Li Molan's chest like a burning flame, if a sword pierced the heart, even the Yubei Immortals who were famous in Dongyu and even the Dao Domain five thousand years ago would not survive.

But Li Molan didn't seem to notice the heat of those flames at all, and her slender and white palm grabbed the fire directly.

Want to get into the white blade empty-handed? This is a fire blade!

"Look for death!" Fang Wendong must be in his heart.

In the next second, he was dumbfounded, and kept in sync with the shocked and speechless expressions of the masters of Fumo Mountain not far away.

Li Molan ignored the flames, grabbed the Crazy Dragon Sword, and directly pulled the famous sword out of Fang Wendong's hand, and then threw it not far away at random, and finally kicked Fang Wendong in the chest.

With a "whoops", kick it back into the crowd.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and couldn't speak, but Lei Wenwei, the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain, finally had real anger in his eyes.

"I said it's a waste of time, so let's go together. Li Molan said. (To be continued.) )