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At this time, the atmosphere was a bit of angry silence. Of the more than 20 people standing under the tree, no one dared to speak out, whether it was the Mu clan who came to Tu Shan or the dozens of clansmen from the Xichen clan.

Rustling...

A fresh breeze blew in the "red mulberry tree", knocking off pieces of red leaves and hovering on the ground, but the sound of this sound only stopped there, and there was no sound except for the sound of the wind at the moment.

There was still silence.

More than a dozen members of the Xichen clan sat on the ground, their hands tied behind their backs, and their mouths bound with white cloth.

They were piled up in the corner, and they looked extremely frightened, because they naturally understood what a perverse and terrible person the curtain eleven in front of them was.

On the side, there are six or seven big men of the shogunate.

No one dared to speak out at this time, although they were sparsely staffed, and even the number was not even comparable to the current dozen or so clansmen of the Xichen clan, but for them, it was enough to slaughter this "Dongyan Mountain".

There is no other reason.

In the spell world, it is not about the number of people that can win the battle of the clans.

A powerful spell master, far better than thousands of ordinary people, these seven big men stood solemnly in place, but looked at a young man with a somewhat respectful face, because this young man was the key to their slaughtering of the mountain.

This young man was dressed in a white robe and was a handsome boy.

The folding fan he held in his hand was a beautiful landscape, and the back of the fan was a blue river with green grass.

This fan has an elegant atmosphere, and it is obviously the work of a famous painter. The young man was sitting indifferently on the stone chair in the courtyard at this time, slowly fanning the folding fan, and occasionally taking a sip of tea.

Rustling..

The wind blew the leaves and made a sound, and the young man was in the courtyard, and his movements were indescribably leisurely.

At this time, the sky is blue and the clouds are light, it is the cool autumn, the breeze is blowing, and it is also a good time to drink tea. The young man in white suddenly whispered in the silent atmosphere, and his movements became more and more elegant.

From beginning to end, he never looked at the more than ten people of the West Chen clan who were tied up on the ground, as if they were drinking tea in their own courtyard, with a comfortable face and a charm that fits nature.

Suddenly, a sound broke the silence...

"Curtain Eleven, our Chen Xun patriarch has arrived, please don't kill anyone!"

The sound that broke the silence came, and it was a Chen clan person who was in charge of the report running in front, and behind him walked slowly a person wearing a gorgeous purple patriarch's robe, it was Chen Xun.

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

A Chen man who was tied to the ground whimpered in place.

When they heard the words of the Chen man, they were suddenly terrified as they sat on the ground.

They whimpered at this time to signal the man not to speak, as if anyone who spoke at this time would disturb the young man's tea drinking Yaxing, and lead to extremely terrible consequences.

The terrible thing they imagined right now had happened...

"Hooray!!"

"Do you know that you disturbed my tea drinking Yaxing?" The white-clothed young man sitting quietly on the stone table holding tea, his black sword eyebrows flashed a hint of anger, he glanced at the Chen clan, and his sword eyebrows suddenly wrinkled slightly.

"Where do ants dare to make noise and disturb my interest in drinking tea?"

After he scolded, the figure disappeared in place, leaving only an extremely arrogant aftermath in the same place: "I am not allowed to speak, who dares to make a sound?!"

In the wind..

A chill flickered. In front of the Chen clan who had just spoken...

When everyone came back to their senses, Mu 11 held a folding fan in his hand, which had already appeared on the neck of the Chen people, and suddenly drew a blood red, obviously about to cut open the throat, or even cut off the head directly...

However, the folding fan was no longer allowed to enter.

"In my presence, you will not be allowed to kill. ”

Chen Xun stood opposite Curtain 11 and whispered, but his face was blank. His two fingers were slightly red like a soldering iron, emitting heat, and he was holding the folding fan, which was using the magic power of the "Fire Palm" to make the folding fan unable to move.

Chen Xun looked at Mu 11 in front of him and said softly: "If others talk about you, you will kill people, Mu 11 is still the same old when you drink tea, and you are as disgusting and arrogant as before." ”

Curtain 11, the character is the most perverse and arrogant person Chen Xun has ever seen.

He does ~ things are extremely eccentric, his personality is perverse and murderous, and he has a habit, when he tastes tea, he absolutely does not allow outsiders to interfere, if someone disturbs his Yaxing, the result must be repaid with blood.

"You're already second-order?"

Mu Eleven was not annoyed when he heard this, he raised his thick sword eyebrows in a white robe, and his face was full of interest when he looked at Chen Xun, he took two steps back and shook the folding fan, and chuckled: "Your cultivation has risen a little!"

He suddenly seemed to be a little interested, looked at Chen Xun with an expressionless face, and said, "I just don't know if you, who have entered the middle level of the second order, can you support a few moves in front of my eyes?"

He looked at Chen Xun's face and was silent, and chuckled again, a trace of natural arrogance flashed at the corner of his mouth: "The second-order middle layer who is only sixteen years old can be regarded as a genius in this Plastic Beast Mountain Range, but it is still too far away from me." ”

Chen Xun still didn't speak, but felt that there was a lot of nonsense in this scene eleven.

Makueleven is the genius of the Mu clan, and the most powerful genius among the countless races in this Beast Mountain Range, his personality is extreme and arrogant.

As a rare mantra genius in this Plastic Beast Mountain Range for a thousand years, even in the eyes of Chen Xun's descendants, even in the eyes of Chen Xun's descendants, this person is also the type of person with outstanding talent.

Because at the age of sixteen, he was already a second-order peak spell master.

As long as he takes a step further, he has already reached the level of a third-order clan elder of an ordinary remote clan. According to Chen Xun's memories of later generations, it only took a few months for this scene to take the step of the third order.

The third order of sixteen, seven, eight, and so on, just at this age, has already reached a realm that many ordinary people have never reached in their lifetimes.

He is naturally qualified to be arrogant, and the sixteen-year-old Third Order, whether it is this Plastic Beast Mountain Range or the various strong clans outside, it can be regarded as extremely good.

You must know that the previous Chen Xun was only a first-order peak spell master, and he was already the first day of the West Chen Clan, so you can imagine how big the gap between them is?

But Chen Xun at this time is no longer the Chen Xun of the year.

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"What are you going to do now?" Chen Xun stood in place and suddenly spoke.

"Come and make a few moves with me, maybe if I'm happy, I'll let you Xi Chen go." Mu 11 looked at Chen Xun, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, obviously he was dressed as a handsome boy, but his tone had a kind of arrogance that made people want to eat him alive.

A hint of banter flashed at the corner of his mouth: "It's just, I hope that before you can make me happy, I won't be beaten to death by me three times or two! ”

Shaking the folding fan, Makueleven sighed deliberately.

"I am a kind person, and I feel guilty about you, so I naturally want to make up for it. After killing you, it is also excellent to send more than 1,000 people from the West Chen clan to accompany you on the Huangquan Road. ”

Whew!

The wind suddenly roared.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly didn't wait for Chen Xun to speak.

With a natural posture, his figure disappeared in an instant, and the folding fan in his hand flashed with a hint of coldness, and suddenly appeared in front of Chen Xun, slashing towards Chen Xun's neck!

"Ridiculous!"

Chen Xun's voice was cold, but he was not annoyed by Makueleven's behavior. He knew that Mu Eleven's personality was perverse, and his figure disappeared in place, and Chen Xun's voice sounded in the air.

"Makueleven, you still can't speak human language like you used to. ”

Thump!

The two figures instantly became entangled in place.