It was about three or five days of hard work, and the big wound on Mo Lan's chest gradually healed. And Zeng Wei on Mo Lan's side was still unconscious.

It's not that Zeng Wei is weak, it's just that Mo Lan has the spiritual power left by Shi Xuan in his body, coupled with the old village chief's magical acupuncture technique, Mo Lan's recovery speed is even faster than that of Wu Dalang.

"Little Brother Mo Lan, you are really a pervert. I wasn't dreaming that such a serious injury healed so quickly, right?"

Mo Lan looked at Wu Dalang who was sitting on the stool, ran over and flicked Wu Dalang's forehead with his hand, "Oh, Mo Lan, what are you doing!"

"I'll let Brother Da Lang try if you're dreaming!"

"Then why don't you flick your own forehead!"

"I'm afraid of pain. ”

“......”

Looking at Mo Lan, who was jumping and jumping vigorously, Wu Dalang couldn't help but wail, "Who is seriously injured, why is my broken wound not good." Oh, my hands!"

"Brother Da Lang, take a good rest, Mo Lan will go home first and make something to eat, haha." ”

"I'll go, Mo Lan, you bastard!" But looking at Mo Lanwu Dalang, who didn't look back and walked out of the house, hurriedly shouted a few times euphemistically: "Remember to bring me some later, I'm so hungry!"

But where is there still a trace of Mo Lan, at this time Mo Lan has already left the village chief's house and returned to Wu Dalang's house.

I only heard a burst of singing from the house: "I want to eat~ I am in good health." Oh, oh, oh~" I saw Mo Lan holding a spatula in his right hand and a wok in his left hand, and after a few pots of fried meat, it was ready.

Out of the pot and on the plate, Mo Lan tasted the fried meat he made, and Mo Lan's saliva flowed all over the ground. Pick up the chopsticks and divide it by two to swallow all the big plate of fried meat into your stomach?

To say that Mo Lan's cooking skills are thanks to Wu Dalang's training, Mo Lan thought about Wu Dalang's instructions when he was about to leave the village chief's house, and he also laughed cheaply. After brushing the pot and pan that had been eaten, he went to sleep.

An hour after Mo Lan went back, Wu Dalang stared at the roof and kept looking, his stomach rumbling. "Mo Lan, you are so immoral!Goo~"

Seven days later, Mo Lan and Wu Dalang stood at the entrance of Qile Village and shouted arrogantly: "Get out of the scum of Qile Village! If you don't come out, my grandfather will cut down this tree at the entrance of your Qile Village!"

I saw a white-bearded old man suddenly walking from a distance. Whoosh, the old man walked as if he could teleport for a short distance, and in just a few clicks, he came to the clamoring Mo Lan and Wu Dalang.

"Is it that the two of you are going to threaten to cut down the hundred-year-old tree of our Qile Village?" the white-bearded old man looked at Wu Dalang and said. Obviously, he automatically ignored the younger Mo Lan, although his strength was stronger than Wu Dalang.

"That senior, I'm actually going to cut down the giant tree in your village. Mo Lan said a little shyly.

"Speak, what are you talking about, you little brat, palm your mouth!" A majestic aura suddenly erupted on the white-bearded old man's body, and a white light instantly fanned towards Mo Lan's face.

"Smack~" The palm transformed by the white spiritual power was just an instant fan, and Mo Lan's face was swollen. "You kid, don't be so rude when adults talk in the future!" said the white-bearded old man.

Wu Dalang looked at the old man and slapped Mo Lan without saying a word, and scolded angrily: "You old man is really cheap, my little brother just said two words, is it necessary to be so ruthless?"

When the white-bearded old man heard Wu Dalang, he also scolded, but he was a little angry: "Young people nowadays are like this, no one knows how to respect the old and love the young!"

"Bang Bang" The old man conjured up a spiritual power palm and slapped it towards Wu Dalang. Wu Dalang looked at the old man's eyes as if he were looking at a dead man, and hurriedly wanted to dodge the spiritual power slap.

But how can it be so easy, Mo Lan is one level higher than his martial arts waves, and he can't avoid the spiritual power of the white-bearded old man, let alone his martial arts waves. Unsurprisingly, this slap slapped Wu Dalang in the face.

"I'll go, you old immortal. What kind of ability is it to bully us juniors, and you have the ability to call people of the same age as the two of us in your village to come out!" Mo Lan said.

"Boy, you haven't even asked you to settle accounts with Wei Wuji who killed our village, I didn't expect you to dare to come to the door! Today I will let you know what it means to abuse you like a dead dog!"

"Smack~" I saw that the old man didn't even show his fighting spirit, and slapped Wu Dalang and Mo Lan with a light palm.

Seeing the white-bearded old man attacking, Wu Dalang hurriedly shouted: "Suffer, Mo Lan, hurry up and go back and invite the village chief and grandfather, this white-bearded old man is at least a strong man at the level of the Dou King, we can't beat ......"

"Smack~" Wu Dalang, who hadn't finished speaking, was slapped unconscious by the white-bearded old man with a palm. And at the corner of Wu Dalang's mouth, you can faintly see blood flowing constantly, which is shocking!

Mo Lan watched Wu Dalang be put down by the old man with one blow, where did he dare to continue fighting. The Chaos Fighting Spirit suddenly possessed its body and began to rush in the direction of Wutong Village.

glanced at Mo Lan, who was fleeing, and a hint of banter flashed in his eyes. He actually watched Mo Lan flee with his eyes open. And at this moment, Wu Dalang, who had fainted, suddenly woke up.

The spiritual power was suddenly exerted, and his hands clung to the legs of the white-bearded old man and refused to let go. "You let me go!"

And Wu Dalang, out of the corner of his eye, glanced at Mo Lan who was far away, and he smiled~

Watching Mo Lan gradually run away, the white-bearded old man who was still in a bit of a joking mood just now was also extremely worried. I hope that I can catch up with Mo Lan who is far away.

"If you don't let go, right, okay!smack~" The old man summoned his fighting spirit and instantly personified, and the head and hands turned into "part of the flame monitor lizard!"

"You, you, you ......"

"Don't be surprised, little bastard, I'm going to let you go to hell with my grandson today!"

The old man possessed by the fighting spirit, there was only one thought in his head that had become a little weird, to kill Mo Lan who had escaped to avenge his grandson Wei Wouji!

The old man possessed by the fighting spirit kicked away the dying Wu Dalang with one kick, and spat a mouthful of phlegm towards Wu Dalang. With two bangs, the extremely sharp claws bleed all over the ground from Wu Dalang's scratch. Glancing at Wu Dalang, who was almost lifeless, the white beard instantly displayed his strange body technique and chased towards Mo Lan.

And at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky. I saw a scrawny old man stepping on a cane and came to the entrance of Qile Village.

The old man couldn't help but sigh when he saw Wu Dalang, who was dying after being beaten, "It's a little late! I hope that Mo Lan's kid can hold on a little longer!"

Wu Dalang, who was lying on the ground and gradually losing his vitality, only felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, and that feeling was so comfortable that he wanted to get out of this body as soon as possible.

"Fix the soul!" The old village chief took out a few golden needles and instantly inserted them into Wu Dalang's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

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