"Dongfang Tianxue, do you want to forcibly repent of your marriage, in order to form an alliance with the increasingly powerful Nanzhao royal family, you really want to tear your face and break with Kunwu Mountain?"

Mo Wen was angry in his heart, not to get a glimpse of Dongfang Tianxue's beauty, but to be divorced by the woman, which was really a great shame for a man in the wilderness, especially when there was a second man mixed in.

He already has a "waste" title on his head, and if another one is divorced, or a more malicious "cuckold" title is added, he will never be able to turn over.

The two of them returned to the courtyard in silence, and the atmosphere was very dull.

In the next few days, the atmosphere of this small courtyard has been wrong, Canglan Sheng and the Nanzhao royal family seem to have really reached an agreement, and the matter between Dongfang Tianxue and Xiao Zhanwang is even more troublesome under the manipulation of some well-intentioned people, and even Mo Wen is also very "famous".

The two seemed to acquiesce at the same time, and no one came forward to clarify, and there were even rumors in the academy that the Canglan Holy Maiden and the Little War King went in and out together, and it seemed that Lang was very interested in concubines.

Many people speculate that the waste of Kunwu Mountain, the little prince in the foundation, may have brought a "green hat".

There are even malicious rumors: The waste of Kunwu Mountain is not only wasted, but even the thing under the crotch is also wasted.

For a while, all kinds of vicious remarks were directed at Mo Wen, making him worthless, as if as long as he was a person, he could be trampled under his feet.

These rumors were too vicious, and every time he heard about Mo Wen, he wanted to kill someone, but when everyone said something, he was so angry that he simply closed the courtyard door and stayed quietly in the small courtyard.

To put it bluntly, these are all trivial things, and what worries Mo Wen even more is Lao Huang.

After Mo Wen came back this time, Lao Huang obviously changed, often sitting alone in the corner in a daze, revealing a strong sadness.

This is very abnormal, Lao Huang has never had such a time before, he is always happy, as if he is living in his own shijie, and he is not disturbed by external objects. Of course, except that there was something wrong with Shijie, who didn't ask.

But when Mo Wen saw Lao Huang crying at the sunset, crying silently, Mo Wen felt absurdly that Lao Huang was sad or something else.

Ren Mo asked how to ask, Lao Huang never said, wiped away his tears, his old face wrinkled, and said with a smile: "Young master." ”

"Lao Huang finally has his own business!"

Don't ask your eyes to be sour, you don't know whether to be happy or sad, and you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

It's just that as time goes by, Lao Huang becomes more and more haggard, getting older day by day.

Mo Wen's mood was getting worse and worse, his temper was becoming more and more irritable, and he had a feeling that Lao Huang might be leaving him.

For fear that Lao Huang would not say goodbye, he didn't dare to sleep every night, and stayed up all night.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden pouring rain in the air, lightning cut through the air, and huge thunder roared, shaking people's hearts.

At dawn, the rain did not stop, but it was heavier, with a solemn smell of slaughter, and a strong murderous aura

"Bluff ......"

Xiaobai also felt something, his mane stood on end, he kept roaring, and stared viciously behind the rain curtain.

"Someone is looking for death. ”

Mo Wen's face was distorted, the gloom and irritability in his body had already accumulated to the extreme, like a suppressed dynamite barrel, and it was ridiculous that someone actually came to provoke him at this moment.

He sneered, his eyes revealed cruelty and tyranny, and he strode into the rain with a green bamboo cane, and Xiaobai followed behind.

In the long alley, a man stood with a spear.

Cyan clothes, cyan spears, and black hair that is bound at will, in the hazy rain, there is an indescribable heroic demeanor.

Several people stood on top of the attic in the distance, looking through the rain curtain, and many people nearby were also standing behind the rain, hiding their murderous intentions.

"Xiahou Jie of the ancient kingdom of Nanzhao. ”

Seeing a man and a leopard stepping forward, the green shirt shouted loudly, and the sound was dispersed by the rain in front of him.

"Hmph, you're here for revenge?" Mo Wen sneered.

"Hmph! You killed my people from the Nanzhao Imperial Family, naturally you have to pay for your life, do you think you can escape?" The young man was indifferent, the spear in his hand shook, and a large raindrop was twisted into mist.

"It just so happens that I also want to kill people, and I want to kill you people from the Nanzhao Imperial Family. Mo Wen suppressed the monstrous killing intent in his body, and his tone was extremely cold.

Xia Houjie's face froze, and he looked at Mo Wen in the rain and chuckled: "Okay! Very good! My spear will nail through your head." ”

"Fight and fight!" Mo Wen roared furiously, already impatient.

"Look for death!" Xia Houjie was even more furious, and with a mention of his spear, he suddenly stabbed out.

There are not too many words, no politeness, iron-blooded and direct.

The "......" spear is like cold electricity cutting through the rain curtain, and the tail end brings up a section of waterline.

"Hmph!" Mo Wen snorted coldly, and smashed forward with Baoding in one hand.

"Buzz!"

The spear pierced the big tripod like a giant bell, and the heavy rain formed a circle of mist in the shape of a big tripod around it.

The spear jumped back and fell into the hands of the green shirt who followed closely behind, and another force slashed. Mo Wen slammed into the giant tripod with him.

"Boom!"

The curved body of the spear swept across the Dading, and it was about to be smashed down, but not only was it difficult to shake its body, but at the moment when the spear shook violently, a green bamboo cane broke through the rain curtain and stabbed straight at the heart of Xiahou Jie's eyebrows.

"Humph!"

Xiahou Jie drank violently, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon, rolling out.

"Boom!"

Mo Wen held Baoding with a kick, instantly covering the churning spear, and kicked out at the same time.

"Bang!"

Xia Houjie retracted his left hand to block, and with a loud bang, the surrounding raindrops were scattered and turned into mist.

"Wow...... Click......"

Xia Houjie was shocked back a few steps, and the bluestone slabs on the ground were shattered countless times.

He looked at Mo Wen with a gloomy face, and his heart was already furious, it was a great shame for him to be defeated by a person from the Wrinkled Eagle Courtyard.

"Hmph, dare to kill me like this?" Mo Wen sneered and looked at Xiahou Jie, who was blue with a blue face.

"Look for death!"

Xiahou Jie was extremely humiliated, drank loudly, and the spear was quickly pointed out, opening and closing.

Mo Wen retreated violently, staggered his edge, kicked away the spear, and swept the green bamboo short cane in his hand towards Xia Houjie's head.

Xiahou Jie was shocked back, Mo Wen flew up, and the big tripod in his hand smashed down.

"Boom!"

The powerful liliang collided, and the surrounding rainstorm was twisted into mist, and the water on the ground was scattered.

"Roaring ......"

"Ah......h

The two of them were like two colliding giant beasts, the powerful Liliang kept pouring, and all the bluestone slabs around them were trampled to pieces, and large pits were densely packed.

Xia Houjie is very good, the spear is like a living dragon, shaking out the spear flower from time to time, shaking the void and exploding, within a zhang behind him, the rain is all twisted into a powder mist.

Countless guns flew one after another, turning into half-reality in the torrential rain, and it was elusive.

Don't ask Dading to protect his body, his body is powerful, like a strange beast, even if he is swept by a spear, he can be as if nothing happened.

"Drink...... Bang bang bang...... Boom ......"

The two kept fighting, the bluestone slab was constantly shattered, the spear was as flexible as a dragon, and the big tripod was as thick as a mountain.

The more Xia Houjie fought, the more frightened he became, he was about to break three ribs when he was punched by the other party, and he swept the opponent with a shot, but he only swept it away and staggered.

This kind of battle can't be fought, is this the physical fitness that humans can have?

"Bang ......" "Boom ......"

Xia Houjie was punched in the chest, vomiting blood and flying upside down, his front placket was stained red with blood, and then it was scattered by the torrential rain. He stared at Mo Wen viciously, and the knuckle of his right hand holding the spear turned white.

"He must be taken down as soon as possible, or I am afraid that he will fall today!"

Xia Houjie's heart was extremely heavy, and he thought that it would not take a minute to kill a wrinkled eagle courtyard, but the development of things greatly exceeded his expectations. I was beaten to the point that I vomited blood several times, and the other party had everything.

"Drink!"

Xia Houjie burst out and began to attack violently, the spear seemed to come alive in his hand, and countless gun shadows shrouded the air.

"Aggressive ......"

There was a loud bang, and the bluestone slabs around Mo Wen's body were constantly pierced and broken.

"Boom ......"

He fell backwards suddenly, and the spear was like a swimming dragon, slamming into the ground with a thud, turning several bluestone slabs into ashes.

"Drink!"

Fierceness must be difficult to last, Xiahou Jie attacked for a moment, and suddenly his strength was weak, but he still took a breath and shouted wildly.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

Mo Wen counter-defended and attacked, and the big ding in his hand kept smashing out, and the huge liliang blasted Xiahou Jie into a violent retreat.

Xiahou Jie's mouth cracked, the spear in his hand was almost smashed and deformed, and he wanted to get rid of it several times, but Xiahoujie protected it desperately, and his arms hurt as if they were about to shatter.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, the onslaught just now still failed to hurt this person, then today is over!

"Roar...... Bang!"

Taking advantage of Xia Houjie's vacancy, he roared angrily, picked up the Baoding in his hand, and smashed it with a bang, wanting to drop ten times with one force.

"Boom...... Click!"

Xia Houjie avoided the bombardment of Mo Wen's giant ding, and when the spear was smashed and almost out of his hand, it flew out diagonally, sweeping off a big tree on the side of the road.

"Bang!"

Mo Wen's right foot jerked, swept Xia Houjie's waist, swept it away, smashed through a wall, and rumbled into a courtyard.

"Roar...... I want you dead!"

Without waiting for Mo Wen to chase in, Xiahou Jie had already roared out, like an angry lion. The spear in his hand waved wildly, trying to sweep everything in front of him.

Wounded by a lowly ant, he could not bear such humiliation.

"Hmph!

Mo Wen sneered at the corner of his mouth, the onslaught just now did not hurt him, and Xiahou Jie was destined to hate.

He hugged his hands and pinched the spear tightly, and the silver gloves in his hands could pinch the world's divine weapons with his bare hands.

"Huh?"

Seeing that the other party actually pinched his spear, Xia Houjie's face suddenly changed drastically, and he wanted to pull back, but he felt that the other party was sinking like a mountain.

"Duh!"

Mo Wen sneered, his hands suddenly twisted vigorously, and the spear suddenly spun rapidly, bursting out with a violent sound in the air.

"Ahh

Xia Houjie, who was clenching the spear at the other end, exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly let go, his ten fingers were almost shattered, and all of them were dripping with blood.

Mo Wen's right hand violently whipped the spear away, and his left hand was a palm forward, which was viciously imprinted on the stunned Xia Houjie's chest.

"Bang!"

Xia Houjie was shot out, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body was like a shrimp, and he crashed into the courtyard wall again.

"Whoosh...... Duh!"

The spear shot out like a dragon, and with a thud it struck an old tree beside the road.