Dressed in a black robe, he rushed in.

Mo Jian held a sword in his right hand, his eyes were blood-red, and he broke into the small courtyard angrily.

"Xiao Chen, are you okay. ”

At the door of the room, Fang Chen's face was slightly pale, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and he looked like he had just been injured, Mo Jian hurriedly walked over and asked with concern.

"Ahem......" Fang Chen coughed a few times and did not answer.

Shout!

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared in Fang Chen's small courtyard, a total of six people, in addition to Mo Jian's father Mo Qingshi, there were five people, making the already small courtyard a little narrow.

Mo Jian's shouting spread throughout half of the Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion, and they couldn't do it if they didn't pay attention, one side was a rare genius in the martial arts hall in a hundred years, one side was Xu Qingru, who was also a tenth-layer martial artist, and the other side was the son of the deputy hall master of Fang, who was extremely sensitive!

"Little rabbit cub, roll over to Lao Tzu, what are you yelling for?" Mo Qingshi shouted angrily at Mo Jian.

Although the people present are all high-level martial arts hall and ten-level cultivators, Mo Jian's achievements are by no means lower than theirs, and they dare not scold, but Mo Qingshi is different, that is his son, even if the achievement is high, it is also his son!

"Dad, look at Xiao Chen, he was seriously injured by Xu Qingru's old immortal, if I hadn't found it in time, Xiao Chen would have died today!" Mo Jian was really red-eyed, even the most feared father in Ping Yue dared to contradict him.

"Hmph......" Mo Qingshi snorted a few times, they had already seen the extent of the damage to the door, and it was definitely only a martial artist above the seventh level who could do it.

Mo Qingshi's expression was a little puzzled, and several other deacons also whispered, Xu Qingru had been dead for more than ten days, and they would not know about the high-level of the martial arts hall, but the degree of damage to this door was done by a martial artist above the seventh floor, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

"Little rabbit cub, Xu Qingru's old immortal was killed ten days ago!" Mo Qingshi said, but this time his tone was not heavy, and he said that Xu Qingru was immortal for old age, it seems that if there is a father, there must be a son, and Mo Jian's tone towards Xu Qingru should have been learned from his father.

"Dead?" Mo Jian was slightly stunned, and his monstrous anger couldn't help but drop a lot, and then he asked, "I died more than ten days ago? Why didn't I know? Also, how could Xiao Chen get hurt? I just felt a breath that was even more powerful than me." ”

"Little rabbit cub, you dare to question Lao Tzu's words!" Mo Qingshi was stunned and shouted violently.

The anger tightened a lot, and Mo Jian shrank his head in fear at this star, making the other deacons have a smile on their faces.

"Haha, Mo boy, Old Mo didn't lie to you, Xu Qingru's steward did die ten days ago and was killed at the foot of Qinglin Mountain. Hearty laughter came from behind, and an elegant young man in a white shirt walked in from outside.

Seeing the visitor, everyone saluted respectfully: "I've seen the Gao Pavilion Master!"

The person who came was really Gao Feng, one of the four masters of the Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion, and the deputy hall master!

"You're welcome. At the beginning of Deputy Pavilion Master Gao's elegant beginning, his spiritual power surged, dragging everyone down.

Fang Chen was keenly aware that all the deacons, including Mo Qingshi, looked at Deputy Pavilion Master Gao with a little yearning in their eyes.

Spiritual power represents breaking through the gate of heaven and promoting divine condensation, and only in the acre of three-point land in Yanyang City can he be regarded as a real master!

Even if there is not much harmony between the two forces, they are all respectful when they see the Divine Condensation Martial Artists!

"Pavilion Master Gao? Is it true? Xu Qingru is really dead, so what's going on here?" Hearing Gao Fengqingkou say that Xu Qingru was dead, Mo Jian asked with a smile on his face.

"I used my spiritual power to probe, and the fluctuation of the Yuan Force here was not caused by the tenth layer, but by the eighth layer of martial artists. ”

"Eighth-layer martial artist?"

Gao Feng is the deputy hall master of the martial arts hall, and he is also a cultivator in the Divine Condensation Period, so naturally no one doubts what he said.

"Eighth-layer martial artist, could it be Xu Qingru's old ...... Could it be Wang Hu, the disciple of Steward Xu?" Mo Jian suddenly spoke, he wanted to say that Xu Qingru was immortal, but when he thought of the identity of the other party, it was inevitable that it was inappropriate, so he hurriedly changed his words.

"Such a fierce attack, it must be the late stage of the eighth layer, it should be Wang Hu!" Deputy Pavilion Master Gao still said elegantly, but the killing intent that flashed in his eyes couldn't hide Fang Chen's fiery eyes!

And Wang Hu, who was sleeping in the martial arts hall, never thought that he would carry a black pot for no reason, he dared to swear, the conscience of heaven and earth, although he did not have a good impression of Fang Chen, but he did not have the courage to kill the disciples of the martial arts hall!

"Wang Hu, damn it, you dare to hurt Xiao Chen!" Mo Jian's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Deacon Mo, assassinating the same door, such a blatant violation of the rules of the martial arts hall should be within the scope of your Zhan Tang's duties, you can do it, dare to violate the rules of the martial arts hall, no matter who it is, it will definitely not be merciful!"

"Yes, Deputy Pavilion Master Gao!"

No one can guarantee that they will not die, and no one can guarantee that they will have no descendants, if after their death, the person who has an enmity with them will go to their descendants to take revenge, no one will be able to stand it!

Tenth-layer martial artists, their martial arts hall can't afford to lose for the time being, but eighth-layer martial artists, although the martial arts hall attaches great importance to it, once it comes to some principled things, then there is no emotion to talk about!

Gao Feng's murderous voice directly showed his attitude, and Mo Qingshi's answer also showed his attitude, the deacons present did not show their feelings, which also represented their attitude!

"Xiao Chen, the eighth layer of martial artists! You can survive the killing of an eighth-layer martial artist, tell me quickly, what level of cultivation are you at now?" Mo Jian suddenly asked, he asked, the deacon and deputy hall master Gao who were present immediately came back to their senses, just now they only cared about holding them accountable, and forgot about this problem.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Chen, surviving in the hands of an eighth-layer martial artist is not something that ordinary martial artists can do, even if a seventh-layer martial artist, against an eighth-layer martial artist, he will be injured, and if he doesn't get it right, he will die!

Fang Chen's current situation was very similar to that of a seventh-layer martial artist, everyone's eyes were a little expectant, and there were two eyes that were still mixed with greed.

Fang Chen's expression froze, and he said, "Sixth layer." ”

"Sixth layer ......" Gao Feng's face was a little disappointed, and he immediately returned to his elegance: "I remember Xiao Chen, you seem to have only reached the third layer a year ago, right?"

Mo Jian opened his mouth and shouted: "Eight months ago, it was still the third layer, and it was only eight months before it was promoted to the sixth layer, oh my God, what kind of genius, ghost talent and the like are only counted as waste wood in front of you! Xiao Chen, tell my brother quickly, how did you cultivate?"

"I don't know how I can improve so quickly, I have reached the sixth layer after I cultivated, cultivated, and cultivated. Fang Chen's face showed a hint of appropriate confusion.

Hearing this, the deacons present and the deputy hall master Gao Feng couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths a few times, cultivation, cultivation, and now they have reached the sixth layer in eight months?

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