"Martial arts seniors don't want to assassinate our young master in the name of learning, right?" said a red-clothed girl with a graceful jade standing beside her.

"No, no, how can it be?" said a group of martial arts masters.

"That's good, although our young master has almost recovered, it is still not suitable for using swords and swords, and I ask for forgiveness from all seniors. Yahuan said.

"Your young master married three brides together yesterday, and today he can climb to the top of the black dragon by himself, I see that he is very lively, this girl still don't worry about him, we also have a discussion until the point is reached, it will be fine." The leader of the beggar gang, Xiao Jinran, said with a smile.

"Xiaoting, step aside, I'm really alive now, and I really want to learn from my seniors to see how much kung fu has recovered. How can you meet a master and lose it, Xiao Gang Leader, Mo Cong has the courage to comprehend the eighteen palms of your gang. Mo Cong said and stood up and talked with Xiao Jinran.

The eighteen palms of the beggar gang are famous, and Mo Cong happens to use a dragon-shaped fist, and the palm power of the two is fierce, and every time they hit each other, they stirred up a gust of wind to give people a feeling that the whole mountain was shaking. Xiao Jinran finished eighteen palms and took nine steps back, Mo Cong had just returned to the original point, and the two were invincible.

"General Mo is really alive, and the poor nun came to learn General Mo's swordsmanship. As soon as Mrs. Jing Xian saw that the two of them had finished comparing, she immediately flew into the circle with a sword, and a sword stabbed out more than a dozen afterimages, and the sword light flickered and was uncertain.

"I will only use a sword, not a sword, so forgive me. Mo Cong said that his hand stretched back, and a white light flew from Xiao Ting's hand to Mo Cong's hand, turning into more than a dozen rays of light in an instant, and facing the sword shadow of the quiet master.

"Dragon snatcher?" Xiao Jinran, who was about to retreat, saw that Mo Cong suddenly had a Xueliang long knife in his hand, and it seemed to be the ruby gold swallowing sharkskin sheath knife in the hand of the black-clothed girl, and he was immediately a little surprised by Mo Cong's skill in taking things from the air.

The other onlookers didn't care about thinking about what to take from the air, and they were all looking intently at the swords and swords of Mo Cong and Jingxian Shitai in the circle. Jing Xian Shitai is a well-known master in the martial arts, a set of Yunshui Afterimage Sword Furnace is pure and pure, and a sword can be stabbed into sixteen afterimages. Sixteen afterimages can be attacked and defended, and every time they are used, it is dazzling and breathtaking. Everyone looked at Mo Cong's knife technique again, even more messy in the wind, on the one hand, because his knife technique was already very messy, on the other hand, the long knife had been transformed into countless smears of bright sword light, more than double the afterimage of Jing Xian Shitai's sword, and the more later, the original form of the long knife was no longer distinguishable, and only the sound of Qingyue groaning produced by the wind blowing through the blade could only be heard.

The quiet master in the circle is getting more and more frightened. As soon as Mo Cong's knife got started, he slashed horizontally and vertically, slashing left and right, not only blocking the sixteen afterimages that he stabbed out, but also the long knife broke into the sword shadow instantly, and countless dazzling white lights rushed to his face. Jing Xian Shitai felt that she was going to die for the first time, and after a while, she realized that she was not dead, and she was still subconsciously fighting with Mo Cong, and she couldn't tell where Mo Cong was, and there were only extremely messy snow bright knives in her field of vision, some of which flew towards her throat, and some of which flew towards her chest. Some flew towards the lower abdomen, and the speed was so fast that it was unavoidable and unstoppable. Master Jing Xian watched the sword light fly to him, and for a moment he felt that he was going to die again, and after that moment, he realized that he was still not dead.

In this way, Jing Xian Shitai's heart went from life to death, from death to death, and life and death were thrown up and down in the snow and bright sword light. A clear sound of the golden blade breaking through the air sounded in his ears, countless sword lights dissipated, and a three-foot-three-inch-long snow-bright long knife condensed into a solid shape against the snow-white throat of the quiet master, and the tip of the knife with a streamlined tightening exuded a chilling air.

The Quiet Master's heart was pounding. The onlookers were also stunned, and they could finally understand why Mo Cong was able to defeat Luo Feiyu and the other eighteen masters with the power of one person a year ago. Even if those eighteen people were all Luo Feiyu, they couldn't withstand it, not to mention that some of them were slightly inferior in strength.

"Shi Tai's swordsmanship is clever, admit to conceding!" Mo Cong put away his knife and shook the hilt of the knife and hugged his fist and said, reminding Jing Xian that Shi Tai's exchange was over.

"General Mo's sword technique is superb, Jing Xian admires!" Jing Xian Shi Tai came back to his senses and replied with the hilt of the sword upside down, and his heart was still immersed in the exchange just now and couldn't take it back.

"What is the name of General Mo's sword technique, is it the sword technique of the Black Mountain School?" asked the first mentally handicapped master of the Dharma Academy of Zhonglin Temple.

"This knife technique is called ...... Chopping firewood is a kind of knife technique that I learned from the experience of chopping firewood when I was a child and some experiences in the barracks. Mo Cong said modestly.

After everyone talked and drank tea, Mo Cong talked with others for a while, and had dinner with many martial arts people in the evening before saying goodbye and preparing to go back to Heilong Lake to rest. Jing Xian Shitai asked Mo Cong if he could rest on the top of the black dragon, and wanted to ask Mo Cong for advice at night about his amazing sword skills.

Mo Cong was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"General Mo and the three brides are newly married, how can I have time to discuss with Mrs. Shi at night, even if Mrs. Mo is in a hurry, let's wait for General Mo to be free. Xiao Jinran, the leader of the beggar gang, laughed beside him and said.

"Then don't delay General Mo. Mrs. Jing Xian suddenly remembered this stubble, and said with a slightly red face and an embarrassed face.

"General Mo, if there is a war in Montenegro, our Zhonglin faction can only help each other at most, and I ask General Mo to forgive me. The mentally weak master, the abbot of Zhonglin Temple, got up and said as he walked out with Mo Cong.

"That's what I mean, your seniors have been on the top of the black dragon for a few days, and you can leave the matter of the war alone. Mo Cong knew that the mentally weak master was speaking at this time, not only representing his own meaning and the meaning of a sect of the Zhonglin faction, but also representing the meaning of the entire martial arts as the leader of the martial arts alliance, so he immediately nodded seriously and said.

"We have been away from Zhonglin Temple for a long time, and we have been bothering you in your faction for two days, and we have celebrated the wedding of General Mo and reunited after a long absence, so we are ready to return to Zhonglin Temple in the middle of the mountain. The mentally handicapped master said that the mentally handicapped, the mentally handicapped, and the mentally crazy also bowed one after another to say goodbye.

It has been a while since all of their four major monks left Zhonglin Temple, and now the matter here has been dealt with to the point where it can not be handled, and it is in vain to continue to stay in Montenegro, it is better to return to the sect as soon as possible to manage the affairs of the sect, and in addition, to show the imperial court that the two do not help each other, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

The leaders of the other sects saw that the Zhonglin faction was leaving, and they immediately said goodbye to Mo Cong, and Mo Cong also understood in his heart that everyone wanted to withdraw from Montenegro quickly while the war had not started, and it was not good to continue to keep for a while, so they had to greet him and lead the way down the mountain.

"If Mrs. Shi doesn't want to go back, you can come with us to live on the shore of Black Dragon Lake for a few days, and our young master can take some time to learn from Mrs. Shi. Xiao Ting said half-jokingly to Mrs. Jing Xian when they parted.

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness. Poor Ni just felt that he was about to leave, so he wanted General Mo to stay at the top of the Black Dragon to teach a lesson or two, and now that all the fellow martial artists have gone down the mountain together, the Hidden Sect wants to go with everyone all the way, General Mo's sword technique still has the opportunity to come and ask for advice!" said the quiet master with a single palm and a vertical salute.

"Then all the martial arts seniors can go with confidence, and I will notify the pass ahead to release them all the way. The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows for a long time, and when the Montenegro side stabilizes, Mo Cong will sprinkle the streets with clear water and welcome all the seniors to come to this faction as guests. Mo Cong didn't say anything more, hugged his fists and said a word, and then took Xiaowan, Xiaoting, Xiaorou, Xiaoling, Xiaoying, Xiaoyan, six Yahuan and four Mofu cooks to get on the horse and return to the shore of Heilong Lake.

The two groups of people parted ways, and Mo Cong and his party quickly returned to the shore of Heilong Lake, and quickly passed a letter to Ding Xiaofeng asking for the opening of the passes along the way for a group of martial arts people to pass. After finishing all this, just sat down and took a breath to talk to Mo Xiao and Mo Min about the situation, Hang Rui came in and asked Mo Cong where he had been for half the day, why couldn't he even see a figure. Mo Cong simply said that he was going to see the martial arts people on the top of the black dragon, and Hang Rui was immediately interested when she heard it, and immediately said that she also wanted to meet these martial arts people who had admired the name for a long time, and begged Mo Congming to take her to the top of the black dragon early in the morning.

"It's too late, they've already left Montenegro. Mo Cong said regretfully.

When Hang Rui heard this, he suddenly fell from a state of refreshment, and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Chen Ruoping, Murong Mingyue, and a group of people. (To be continued......)