Tianzhu Peak, on the Qiongtai, the thick eyebrows of the Taoist closed his eyes and did not speak, the momentum around his body climbed, and the three-foot Qingfeng was in his hand, ready to go!

The surrounding evolutionaries automatically moved out of the way, and everyone waited with bated breath to see what kind of confidence this young man had, and dare to face the delusion with a divine card!

Mo Wen smiled disdainfully, this stone tablet was newly erected, without any old color, it was clearly intentional, and it was for himself.

Buddhism to pure internal breath operation, internal breath gathered two fists, Mo Wen looked directly at the thick eyebrows of the Taoist, and said lightly: "I have a punch, if Your Excellency can take it, I will immediately go down the mountain, and I will never enter Wudang in this life!" ”

"But!" Mo Wen's tone changed, and he said seriously: "Life and death are fate, everyone here can testify!" ”

"What a big breath, the kid who came from nowhere said wildly, and look at his corpse here!"

"I know this person, he was born with a sword, but why don't you use a sword to use a fist?"

Someone in the crowd whispered, Mo Wen squinted, and the person who was talking about it immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

The thick-eyed Taoist laughed angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Okay! I'll take your punch, take half a step back and count me as not good at learning, if I can't take it, this martial arts can come and go freely! ”

After that, the thick eyebrows Taoist danced with a long sword, held up the sword flower, and the sword flower gathered in front of him, forming a Taiji pattern!

"Tai Chi Sword!"

An old man with a lot of knowledge exclaimed, according to legend, the Taiji sword was created by Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of Wudang, and he was the best at overcoming rigidity with softness and unloading force with force!

"This young man is up, I just hope that the Chizhu Dao Chief's subordinates will show mercy and spare him a life!"

A compassionate elder sighed, and the rosary in his hand kept turning, for fear that Mo would ask about blood splashing on the spot.

Mo Wen took a step forward, stepped up, and roared angrily: "Qiankun Yunei!" ”

The two fists were like thunder, and they were suddenly discharged, and the fists slammed into the Chizhu Dao Chief.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the fist breath bombarded the sword qi Taiji diagram like a torrent, with a crisp sound, such as breaking the golden stone, the Taiji diagram shattered in response to the sound, after the fist breath broke the Taiji diagram, the residual power did not decrease, and two neat and round fist holes appeared on the body of the Chizhu Dao Chief, and the whole person flew out upside down and crashed into the stone wall on the other side of Qiongtai.

"Poof!"

Chizhu Dao's long mouth spewed blood mist, and his eyes were full of horror!

Deacon Xiaodao exclaimed, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the Chizhu Daoist, who was already angry in and out of the air, and seeing that he couldn't live, Xiaodao shouted sadly: "Master! Master! ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly rose, rolled up the Red Bead Dao Chief, and flew towards the Heavenly Pillar Golden Palace!

The deathly silence, the evolutionaries in Qiongtai couldn't believe what had just happened, Mo Wen broke through the Taiji sword qi of the Chizhu Daoist, and blasted him to death with one punch!

Mi Lu was in the crowd, her eyes were complicated, when she saw Mo Wen for the first time, although Mo Wen was powerful, but it was not so outrageous, her expression was gloomy at the moment, and she sighed secretly in her heart: "Sister Lin, not only is my family cultivation inferior to you, but even my vision is not as good." ”

Mo Wen ignored the fearful eyes of everyone, walked straight to the deacon's path, and repeated: "I, don't ask!" People from the Demon Capital, Buddhism and Inner Cultivation, want to participate in the Spring Festival! ”

The little Taoist's eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't refute it in his heart, so he hurriedly said: "This is registered!" ”

Mo Wen nodded, and went down the mountain, Mi Lu followed with a complicated expression.

Everyone automatically gives way to a way, the strong are honored, the eternal and unchanging truth.

"Don't ask, is that Dao Elder dead?"

Mi Lu asked with some fear, her voice a little cowardly.

"I don't know, Wudang has a long history, there should be a way to save his life, the wind that swept him away just now is very comfortable!"

Walking down the mountain, Mi Lu was obviously not as active as when she first met Mo Wen, silent, not knowing what she was thinking, Mo Wen secretly said in his heart, this galaxy is brilliant second style, it is really fierce, more powerful than the last time she bombarded the woman in red in Kunlun!

Suddenly, Mo Wen felt a qi machine lock on him, thinking that Wudang was unwilling to give up and came to seek revenge.

Kunlun Break the Demon King!

Behind the woman in red, there are two little tigers lying on their stomachs, with white eyes and fierce eyes!

Mo Wen stopped, habitually protected Mi Lu behind him, rested his luck, and waited for it.

The long sword in the woman in red was unsheathed, and the sword pointed at Mo to ask, but after all, she didn't make a move, and withdrew the long sword, and the woman in red hugged her fists and said: "This Wang Hongzhu, Your Excellency also sent a disciple to participate in the Spring Festival?" ”

Disciple? Don't ask Wan'er, yes, the woman in red has broken her delusion, she is not qualified to participate in the Spring Festival, and it is estimated that the two tigers who came to participate in the meeting are lying on her stomach.

Just experienced a big war, Mo Wen didn't want to make extraneous branches, people treated each other with courtesy, and they couldn't repay them with swords.

"Don't ask, I'll come to the spring party by myself!"

The Red Bamboo Demon King was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Mo Wen to be delusional, the last time he fought with himself, his fist!

The Red Bamboo Demon King suddenly thought of something, and his tone became more and more respectful at the moment: "If you are facing my disciple, please be merciful to your subordinates, my Kunlun Mountain Demon Clan does not want to fight for opportunities, but just follow the order of the demon lord to go out of the mountain to practice." ”

It seems that he is afraid that Mo Wen will not agree, and the Red Bamboo Demon King has even moved out of the Great Freedom Demon Lord, hoping that Mo Wen will be afraid.

Mo asked jokingly: "Why? Your demon clan has long regarded me as a thorn in the side, why should I show mercy? You're a tigress, right? Give me a mount for three years, and I'll promise you how? ”

The Red Bamboo Demon King obviously didn't expect Mo Wen to have this attitude, and the look of annoyance on his face gradually rose, although he was not admired by ten thousand demons in Kunlun Mountain, he was also a high-ranking existence, how could he have been ridiculed like this?

The human man in front of him smiled evilly, and said that he was not ashamed to use himself as a mount, the Red Bamboo Demon King was ashamed, and the long sword was unsheathed again, and the sword pointed at Mo Qian, it was bound to kill him!

Just as Mo Wen was about to make a move, a whisper came from the mountain: "Martial arts boundary, private fights are prohibited!" ”

Although the voice was small, it was like thunder, and the sword intent of the Red Bamboo Demon King suddenly disappeared, and the fist momentum that Mo Wen had just gathered also dissipated.

Da Zi has made a move!

Invisibly, dissolving the momentum of the Red Bamboo Demon King and Mo Wen, Hongzhu saw this, did not dare to move, quickly skipped past Mo Wen, went up the mountain, and when he passed by Mo Wen's side, he snorted coldly.

"Humph! Color, we'll see! ”

Mo Wen touched his nose, color embryo? Is the end of the tigress as a mount a color embryo?

Smiling and continuing to descend the mountain, Mi Lu asked carefully, "What was that just now?" ”

"It's just a tigress!"

Mo Wen said lightly, as if he didn't care.

Mi Lu didn't ask much, she suddenly felt a little happy in her heart, just now Mo Wen habitually protected her behind her, Mi Lu was a little sweet.

"Does he treat me as Sister Lin? It's a pity I'm not her! ”

Mo Wen didn't notice that Mi Lu's mind was flowing behind him, he didn't say anything all the way, and after going down the mountain, he found a homestay at the foot of Wudang Mountain and stayed at random, and gradually waited for the spring meeting to begin.

Three days later, the sky was just dawning, Mo Wen had already gotten up, stood in the front yard of the B&B, felt the majestic momentum of Wudang Mountain, and vaguely, felt that Wudang Mountain was different from other famous rivers and mountains, and there was a different feeling.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Several bells rang in a row, and Wudang's free voice resounded through the world: "Participants, go to the Tianzhu Golden Hall within the hour, and don't wait for the expiration!" ”

The Wudang Spring Festival has begun!