Although he has not cultivated the Dao, Li Molan, who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, has a different perception of the qi of heaven and earth from ordinary people, and he can naturally see at a glance the reality of this group of people in front of him, all of whom are cultivators of the Enlightenment Realm, and judging from the direction of coming out, it should be the people of the Qingcheng Sect. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Li Molan held a white oil-paper umbrella and carried a small wooden sword, and walked in front of this group of young cultivators with some caution, he was mainly afraid of hurting people by mistake, and it was better to ask before he started.

"Excuse me...... Are you cultivators of the Qingcheng Sect?" asked Li Molan, standing in the middle of the official road.

The young man stood in the middle of the road with an umbrella and a sword, of course, blocking the way, these Qingcheng sect disciples who were talking and laughing suddenly changed their faces, from smiling expressions to coldness, and the transformation was extremely skillful, probably often like this.

"You little doll, we are the immortals of the Qingcheng Sect! Immortals! What cultivators? Do you know a lot?"

The disciples of the Qingcheng faction have been respected as immortals by the people of Xunyang City for many years, although they may not really have the mysterious skills of immortals, but their own mentality is high enough, and they faintly treat themselves as real immortal characters, fluttering like immortals, and now when they hear that the young man in front of them is actually commensurate with a cultivator, they suddenly feel a little cheap.

"That's right. ”

Li Molan looked serious and nodded, this kind of speaking posture is indeed very in line with the image and attitude of the cultivator who bullies men and women in the description of the people of Xunyang City, so naturally he did not find the wrong person.

"Little doll, what do you want to do, do you want to join my Qingcheng faction?" said a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, his expression was a little intriguing, vaguely teasing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, full of a cold smile.

Hearing this, Li Molan looked at them and said in a serious and serious tone: "No, I want to kill you. ”

Several Qingcheng Sect Enlightenment Realm disciples were stunned, first looked at each other, and then seemed to have heard some great joke and laughed heartily.

Not to mention that the young man in front of him has no aura fluctuations at all, he is just a mortal, and more importantly, this little doll is only a few years old, and he has been practicing since he was in his mother's womb, and he has been in the middle stage of the Enlightenment Realm, how can he be the opponent of their group of people?

Li Molan held a white oil-paper umbrella and listened to their laughter, her expression did not change.

The young man knew why they were laughing, and he wouldn't explain much, he came here to slaughter the entire Qingcheng faction, it sounded a bit fantastical, and it was normal to be ridiculed, in fact, if it wasn't for the person in front of him, he would definitely not say it.

"Little cub, are you going to kill us with this wooden sword in your hand?" said a Qingcheng Sect disciple with a sneering expression.

Li Molan said: "Yes. ”

The laughter in the crowd was a little smaller, probably because the demeanor of the young man in front of him was too real to seem to be fake, as if he could really hold this wooden sword and kill everyone, but how could this be possible?

The Qingcheng Sect disciple who had mocked earlier no longer smiled, but frowned, thinking that he might have really encountered a mentally retarded person, and said with a frown: "Whose child are you? Come, I want to talk to your family." ”

Said to talk, then naturally to teach a lesson, their own mentally handicapped children are not good to look at and let out to run around, this always has to be reminded. The city lord of Xunyang City has no intention of caring about this kind of trivial matter, and only they, the people of the Qingcheng faction, know that the city lord of Xunyang City has recently returned to Qiuming Mountain, and he has not come back for the time being, and the entire Xunyang City can be said to be the overlord without tigers and monkeys in the mountains, and it is the time for the disciples of the Qingcheng faction to be powerful.

"I don't have a home. Hearing this other party's words, Li Molan couldn't help but think of Huangni Village, and said lightly.

"Wild cub, no wonder, I said where did I get the retardation, it turned out to be a wild boy with no father and no mother, so even if he kills it, no one will find out, right?"

A disciple of the Qingcheng Sect finally got impatient, said a heart-wrenching unpleasant remark, and proposed.

The other Qingcheng Sect disciples also nodded, thinking that this was very good, so as not to encounter bad intentions in the future, besides, this young man had already threatened to kill them, so there should be no complaints if he was killed by them.

The rain is still falling.

Li Molan held the umbrella, and in addition to the sound of talking, there was also the rustling sound of the rain, and the crackling sound of the raindrops colliding with the oil-paper umbrella.

He said calmly: "I have said so much to you, but it is actually nonsense. ”

"It's just because it's my first time killing someone, I'm going to be a little nervous, I'm going to need a little bit of relaxation, like talking. The young man held an umbrella in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and slowly raised his right arm, so that the tip of the wooden sword pointed at these Qingcheng Sect disciples.

"Now, I'm going to do it. He said seriously.

Before you do it, you have to remind the other party that this seems too arrogant, especially when an ordinary person faces a cultivator, he uses a wooden sword instead of an iron sword, and he uses a sword not with two hands but with a one-handed sword, and he is not facing a cultivator but a group of cultivators - this scene is not funny at all, but very weird.

Those cultivators didn't feel the true source of these inexplicable weirdness, so they blamed the abnormal actions of the young man in front of him, and the Qingcheng sect disciple who spoke before slowly pulled out the sword on his waist - although it was only an iron sword bought in an ordinary blacksmith shop, but compared to a wooden sword, it was naturally a big advantage, if he could, he really didn't want to draw the sword in this situation, but this young man was so abnormal that he couldn't help but draw the sword.

It's not because I'm scared, it's because I feel weird, so I need some preparation just in case.

Pulling out his sword, this Qingcheng sect disciple thought that he had already lifted this young man quite highly, and with his strength, he couldn't use a weapon to kill an ordinary mortal at all, just waving his hand was enough.

The other Qingcheng Sect disciples were slightly surprised, because although the Qingcheng Sect disciple who drew the sword was not the young master of the Qingcheng Sect, he was the most talented disciple in the disciple's generation, and he had already entered the peak of the Enlightenment Realm after eight or nine years of cultivation, and he was only one line away from reaching the three realms and becoming an elder-level figure.

"Second Senior Brother, are you exalting this kid too much, and you still kill with a sword. A Qingcheng sect disciple said.

The second senior brother of the Qingcheng faction hadn't answered yet, but he heard Li Molan suddenly ask again: "Just in case...... Let me still ask, is your young master of the Qingcheng faction here? Where is he? I must kill him. ”

The murderous intent in the heart of the second senior brother of the Qingcheng faction was mixed with some strange moods, and he said impatiently: "The young master is naturally in the sect, you should die quickly." ”

Li Molan nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

After thanking him, he took a step forward and prepared to kill.

Three years of sword training on the cliff on the coast of the North Sea, the third year is spent in the continuous study of those famous swordsmanship, Li Molan's most powerful is naturally his own dragon elephant three styles, but to deal with these people, he is not ready to use his strongest three styles, one is not worth it, and the other is that his other swordsmanship is very unfamiliar, if you can borrow these people to test the water, it is obviously more beneficial.

Holding an umbrella in his left hand, the raindrops slapped the umbrella surface and crackled, and with the sword swinging in his right hand, the sword light slashed through a mysterious trajectory in the air, and the most important thing was that those faint sword intent were emanated at once.

Feeling those sword intents rushing towards his face, the second senior brother of the Qingcheng Sect exclaimed in surprise, "Cultivator!"

He couldn't recognize the kind of true qi that belonged to the martial artist, but he recognized the sword intent, and he knew that this kind of sword intent could only be mastered by a powerful cultivator, so he mistook the other party for a cultivator. At the same time, he also understood that a cultivator with this kind of sword intent was definitely not something he could deal with.

The small wooden sword made of thousand-year-old wood kept tumbling and jumping in Li Molan's hand, like a dexterous elf, and those sword intents had already changed everyone's color.

Ignoring the horror, they hurriedly pulled out the sword from the scabbard at their waists.

The swordsmanship used by Li Molan is the Baicao Sword Compendium of Emperor Zizhai, and the moves used are the Seven Kills style.

This is the most effective when facing a large number of enemies.

These disciples of the Qingcheng Sect encouraged the spiritual energy in their bodies to radiate outside, and even the autumn rain around them was temporarily dispersed by the impact of those spiritual qi, and there was even a strong wind blowing in their faces.

They drew their swords together, and in the face of the terrible enemy, they did not hesitate to choose to strike together, and each of them unleashed a thunderous blow, even if the opponent was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

In the vacuum belt that appeared when the drizzle was discharged by the cultivator's aura, the wooden sword in the young man's hand shook out seven sword flowers.

Each sword flower has exactly seven sword shadows.

This is the Seven Kills Style in Emperor Zizhai's peerless Baicao Sword Gang, and Li Molan is the only person in the world who is not a disciple of Di Zizhai, but can use the Baicao Sword Gang.

There was a strong wind howling in the air, accompanied by a dull roar.

The cultivators of the Qingcheng Sect retreated violently, and everyone spat out a mouthful of blood in unison, and those blood splashed on the official road that looked muddy because of the previous rain, which was a little sad.

The aura that separated the rain curtain suddenly disappeared, and the raindrops fell on their hair, cheeks, clothes, and blood on the ground not far away.

Their umbrellas had been shattered, and naturally they could not shelter from the rain, and they were inevitably wet by the rain, and they were a little embarrassed.

Li Molan still held an umbrella and held the sword, looking at them calmly, and then lowered his head to look at the thousand-year-old wooden sword in his hand, frowning slightly.

To control the Baicao Sword Gang of Emperor Zizhai, you need a matching sword intent, Li Molan's sword intent is her own sword intent, and there will be some jerky when using this set of swordsmanship, after all, it is the first time to use it on people, and the second time should be much better. It's just that the effect is not bad, and it is barely acceptable, but I don't know if there will be any changes when the sword qi is released.

The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect lying on the ground tried to get up in a panic, but they were unsuccessful, and they looked at each other as they lay on the ground, remembering what the young man had said earlier.

I want to kill you.

Their expressions turned uncontrollably pale, and some tried to beg for mercy.

Li Molan looked at them begging for mercy expressionlessly, looking at the ugliness of these people, where did they look like fairy characters at all?

In the rain curtain, the young man raised his sword to kill and cut one person in one step.

There was a scream that didn't stop, and it sounded in harmony with the sound of the rain falling.

The old green cow watched from afar, with a worried expression.

Dozens of breaths later, these Qingcheng Sect disciples were all killed by him.

Holding an umbrella and carrying a small wooden sword, with a faint blood on his body, he stood in the rain and looked at the shore of Qingshui Lake in the distance.

He looked at the pavilion and walked over calmly.

Hold an umbrella, carry a sword, and kill people.

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