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Nangong Bingqin's delicate body was shocked, and a shy flush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and Chen Hao's familiar figure appeared in her mind. When he reacted again, Chen Mo was already standing opposite Li Shengshu.

I wanted to go up again to stop it, but Chen Mo's sentence "The daughter-in-law of the Chen family is not allowed to be coveted by others" caused a heavy ripple in Nangong Bingqin's heart, a little sweet, and a little panicked. Lianbu stopped, because she knew that the two brothers Chen Hao and Chen Mo had too deep feelings.

Anything that touches the other party, there will be no compromise. This time, it must have been Chen Mo's mistake, misunderstanding himself, himself, and his brother. Not...... It's embarrassing~

I hope that Senior Brother Li can see his face and show mercy to his subordinates, after all, no matter how strong Chen Mo is, it is impossible to compare with the first day of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect in the past three thousand years.

There is really too much difference between the two.

If, if he is in danger. Since, I must stop it, and I must not let him have an accident.

"I underestimated you, but unfortunately, you can only go here today. He seemed to feel the terrifying power contained in Chen Mo's seemingly calm body like an ancient beast. Li Shengshu's expression was also slightly solemn.

It's just that he has reached the Heavenly Rank King, and he still doesn't believe that there are people in the younger generation who can be on a par with him.

"yes, you seem to be very confident. The corners of Chen Mo's mouth hooked up a smile, and his words were faint.

Although it was just a simple sentence, he pulled up his entire momentum, and was not suppressed by the momentum exuded by his opponent at all.

"It's an interesting opponent. Li Shengshu sneered.

For a sword cultivator like him, momentum is also part of strength. If your momentum is weaker than the other party, even if you are strong, you can only send out eight points at most. And if it is high-spirited. Often can exert extraordinary strength far beyond their own strength.

"Come on, let's fight!" Li Shengshu was a little out of breath, because his momentum was gradually weakening. If you don't shoot in time, it will be difficult to play your strongest strength in the future.

Outside the field, everyone looked at the two intently, waiting for the battle of the strongest of the two factions. And the respective elders. is also a ghost in his heart, and he didn't stop it.

It's just a matter of seconds.

"Wait a minute, I have one more thing!" Chen Mo seemed to think of something very important, and stretched out his hand to stop it.

"Why are you doing so much!" finally brewed momentum. When he broke out in an instant, he was suddenly interrupted by Chen Mo, which made him a little embarrassed and angry.

"It turned out to be a paper tiger, and I thought I still had some ability. I didn't expect to be the same as those guys from Tianjimen!"

"Say it again. If you have the ability, you come out, I'll fight with you!"

The disciples of the Eight Desolations Sword Sect and the Heavenly Machine Sect shouted again, and the two sides became fiery with scolding.

Chen Mo directly ignored Li Shengshu's anger, ran back to Chen Jun's side, and whispered a few words.

"Isn't it okay to do it here?" Chen Jun said embarrassedly.

"What's not so easy to do, Chen Jun, let me tell you, everything must be done for this kid today!" Feng Xiutong looked at Zhang Zunyin's arrogant and smug appearance on the other side. Gritted his teeth with hatred. It's all counting on Chen Mo to suppress the other party's arrogance.

I saw the elder speak. Chen Jun is not easy to shirk. Awkwardly walked in the direction of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect, as the light on the ring flickered, the people of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect suddenly tensed, and as Chen Jun got closer and closer, they all took a few steps back, obviously still a little afraid of the former number one person in the Heavenly Thunder Dao Hidden Dragon List.

It was only when he walked to the center of the Heavenly Thunder Dao and the Eight Desolation Sword Sect that Chen Jun stopped. Under the hostile and vigilant eyes of the disciples of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect, they began to take out the table and bench from the storage ring one after another.

Everyone is extremely inexplicable, what the hell is this kid going to do?

But when Chen Jun shouted out a sentence "Li Shengshu vs. Chen Mo, the odds are one to three!", the audience was stunned, they had already assumed all kinds of possibilities in their hearts, and they didn't expect the people of the Heavenly Thunder Dao to set up a gambling game at this time, one by one, dumbfounded, and full of disbelief.

"It's one to three, senior brothers, buy it and leave!"

Looking at the eyes of everyone who were thundered, Chen Jun shouted stubbornly, and then glared at Chen Mo with great grievance. It's all your bad idea, it's a shame.

When I saw that the gambling game was really open, everyone was interested.

"What, it's only one to three, this ratio is not right, you look down on our Senior Brother Li, right, at least one to ten?"

Li Shengshu in the distance also stared at Chen Jun with a cold face, obviously very dissatisfied with this odds, as the first person in the Eight Desolations Sword Sect in the future, the pride in his heart was far from being comparable to ordinary people.

"One to ten is one to ten!" Seeing that the people of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect were pretending to be so forced, Chen Jun was speechless, so he naturally couldn't refuse, and asked again: "What about a tie?"

"Tie, even if we lose!" The disciples of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect had no doubts about Li Shengshu's strength at all, and after speaking, they continued to pick up the spirit stone from the storage ring.

"Fight with our Senior Brother Li, didn't you give us money to spend? I'll press ten spirit stones. ”

"Senior brother, you are too stingy, isn't this a shame for our sect, senior brother, I'll help you add ten more. ”

"Why are you all so petty, I feel embarrassed to press thirty spirit stones. ”

"Senior brother is really atmospheric, then I will add ten more spirit stones!"

Thinking of Chen Mo's terrifying strength at the conference, looking at the disciples of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect on the opposite side, Chen Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"That's it, your Eight Desolation Sword Sect is too poor!"

Seeing the piles of spirit stones on Chen Jun's table, Chen Mo's eyes couldn't help but flicker, but he still said disdainfully.

"So, you Tianlei Dao are in such a hurry to send money, right, I'll lose to you!" After speaking, the three disciples led by Sun Zhuqing of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect took off the storage ring in their hands one after another, slammed it in front of Chen Jun, and roared at Chen Mo.

"What?" Looking at the three storage rings in front of him, Chen Jun was really frightened, and looked up to see Chen Mo nodding to himself, so he accepted it uneasily, even if he was confident in Chen Mo's strength, he couldn't help but slander in his heart, Brother Chen, don't fool me. I was born in a poor family, even if it is only one-tenth, I can't afford to pay it.

The two goods of Tianjimen hesitated for a moment, and then, under the leadership of Yuan Haocang, they ran over one by one to ask if they could bet on it.

Yin Kui sent those girls, and after whispering, they also took out their private money one by one and bet on Li Shengshu to win. Although Winner's odds are low, it is definitely a sure thing.

Seeing that the bet pressure was almost over, Chen Mo slowly walked back into the field, put away his hanging appearance, and looked at the first person in the so-called Eight Desolation Sword Sect in three thousand years.

Li Shengshu smiled slightly, his gentle face was full of sunshine, and for a moment there seemed to be some smell of birds singing and flowers.

Then, the smile on his face faded. The right hand holding the sword naturally hung down from behind, and after drawing a sword flower in the air, the short sword "Shen Ke" was firmly horizontal in front of his chest, and the light was condensed and unmoving.

When everyone saw this scene, they immediately retreated dozens of zhang again, so on the white field with a radius of 100 zhang, there was a circle of people on the periphery, and there was only Chen Mo in green clothes in the circle, and Li Shengshu in a white Confucian robe formed a confrontation.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, from the other party's eyes like an abyss. I saw a reckless atmosphere, an old and simple war spirit.

Just stopping there, it gave Chen Mo a feeling of being high above and towering in the ancient barren mountains.

In the straight body, it seems to be pregnant with a powerful sword intent. The person and the simple and fierce sword intent seem to have been fused. It is impossible to tell whether the sword is a man or a man is a sword.

It's a hard stubble.

The strength of the opponent stimulated Chen Mo's fighting spirit. It was as turbulent as ancient thunder, as if it had met an opponent worthy of a fight, and it was exciting.

With a flick of his hand, a thunderstorm that had become a spiritual artifact appeared on his hand. In the surrounding air, a layer of invisible energy arose, and the fine dust and stones began to tremble.

Eight desolate sword intent, too desolate to run thunder fist intent, which will win or lose, is still unknown.

Zhang Zunyin, who was outside the court, didn't watch this battle, he just rested alone from afar, drinking tea and closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Damn, you're fooling me!" Gongsun Mo saw this situation, and immediately blew his beard and glared and shouted. He crossed his waist and straightened his chest, so angry that he pushed up Feng Xiutong.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

For example, when they study rune mechanisms and the like, their eyesight is particularly important, and their minds must be delicate and cautious.

When the five disciples on his side were blown up, he regretted it a little. I feel that I am too impulsive, the Eight Desolation Sword Sect and the Heavenly Thunder Dao are both known for their attacks and outbursts, and there is no one to mess with in a fair decisive battle.

Especially a little king like Li Shengshu.

But he never expected that in such a group of teams as Tianlei Dao who didn't even have a Heaven Rank, there were still people who could be on par with this genius. Thinking about it carefully, at the beginning, I fell into the trap of Feng Xiutong.

"Hehe, do you want to come too-make a bet?" Feng Xiutong lowered his head and looked at Gongsun Modao meaningfully.

After being recognized by Gongsun Mo, he only had a very cool feeling in his heart.

"Bet on what?!" Gongsun Mo said with some anger, and the spit stars sprayed on Feng Xiutong's face.

"Hmph. Feng Xiutong pretended to smile profoundly: "I bet that my Chen Mo kid is better than that bullshit 3,000-year-old genius." ”

"Impossible!" Gongsun Mo said directly: "Although I also want to teach that arrogant boy surnamed Li a hard lesson, but that kid of your family is still a little behind, if he cultivates to the king of the heavenly rank, there is still some hope." ”

Feng Xiutong stroked his beard disapprethoughtfully and said, "It's because everyone has different opinions that it's worth gambling." Mo Lao'er, you won't be cowardly, will you?"

...... (To be continued......)