Mo Ziran stood at the door, and at this moment he had already turned around, with his back to those secret guards, and Shen Jiaxin facing him.

Seeing Shen Jiaxin, who was rushing towards him angrily, and remembering what Shen Jiaxin had just said, Mo Ziran sneered in his heart, just like Mo Zichen.

The realm of cultivating martial arts on the Purple Yunnan Continent is divided into--quenching-qi refining-martial master-vener-great grandmaster-martial saint

Hum...... Although she doesn't look at Shen Jiaxin's cultivation, and she doesn't know if her brother can't beat Shen Jiaxin, or because of some other reason, he was restrained by Shen Jiaxin, but these secret guards behind her are not ordinary, they are all a group of dark guards with higher cultivation carefully selected by Mo Zicheng Among the many secret guards, she once asked Mei'er about it, among these secret guards who came with her, the lowest cultivation is Venerable, and there are five or six great grandmaster cultivators.

These secret guards are all in their thirties, and some of them look like they are in their forties, if the strength is assessed by age, then Shen Jiaxin's age is the same as Mo Zichen, Mo Zichen is now a martial artist cultivator, I heard that Chu Tianyi's cultivation has also reached the martial artist, and Shen Jiaxin's cultivation should be similar to Mo Zichen! Anyway, Shen Jiaxin definitely can't beat these secret guards.

Mo Ziran's body turned to the side, and deliberately gave the door to Shen Jiaxin, oh, when the fight starts for a while, this Shen Jiaxin will be the protagonist of the fight! Her eyes swept around, planning to find a small stool, put it in the courtyard and sit down, and enjoy the picture of Shen Jiaxin being beaten by the secret guards and then hanging on the tree, it was really interesting, and when the time came, she must clap her hands and scream.

Her thoughts would run away, over there, after Shen Jiaxin rushed out of the house, three secret guards stepped forward and fought with Shen Jiaxin, while the other secret guards, a few people on the side observed the situation to see if they needed to go up to help, and a few people stood behind Mo Ziran to protect her.

"Get out, I don't want to do anything with you, I just want to deal with her......" Shen Jiaxin pointed to Mo Ziran, who was standing in the distance with his eyes wide open, pouting his small mouth, and waiting to see the lively Mo Ziran with a curious expression.

"I'm sorry, that's our master, if you want to hurt her, you just can't get along with us......" One of the three guards said in an unhurried voice.

Shen Jiaxin's heart was even more angry, she couldn't figure it out, a little girl with yellow hair, what kind of powerful identity could make so many people protect her? However, she is the daughter of the valley lord of the Medicine King Valley, and her identity is also very unusual, how can she be afraid of them like this?

Shen Jiaxin gritted his teeth viciously, and whipped at one of the three secret guards who were entangled with her, but the secret guard's body was slightly sideways, and he easily avoided her whip, and when he saw that he didn't catch anyone, he raised the whip, and wanted to smoke it again, but he found that his whip was easily caught in his hand by the secret guard who was dodging. Secretly screaming badly, he wanted to pull the whip out of the secret guard's hand, but found that the whip was caught too tightly by the other party, so he threw the whip directly in annoyance, and took out a sword from the storage ring, but the three dark guards were not in a hurry, they were like teasing cats, and Shen Jiaxin was fighting.

In order to pursue a beautiful man today, when Shen Jiaxin came out of her yard, she deliberately ordered her entourage not to follow, and now she is alone, and she can't find someone to help, seeing that she can't beat people after fighting for a long time, she realized that her strength is too far behind them, and if she continues, I'm afraid she will only suffer a loss, so she glared at Mo Ziran viciously, put away her sword, and left.