"Who is this person, what a hero. ”

"This person wouldn't have been a cold fairy before, and chased after him. ”

"Hundred Refining Sect, why haven't you seen it before?"

Most of the monks present still hadn't seen Su Zimo.

Even if you have heard the name of Mo Ling, you can't get it right.

While many monks were talking and sighing, not many people noticed that the monks on the Sword Sect's side were staring at Su Zimo viciously!

That kind of look was sharper than the sword qi, as if he wanted to eat him alive!

A sword cultivator standing at the front stared at the long sword beside Su Zimo, gritting his teeth, his expression was hideous, and the green tendons on his neck were exposed.

This sword cultivator is not an outsider, it is the third sword on the vision list!

If it weren't for someone pulling him next to him, I'm afraid he would have rushed over!

It turned out that the long sword thrown by Su Zimo was the sword he snatched from the sword without a trace in Fengyun City!

Now, he took it out and gave it to Leng Rou.

Su Zimo himself is not a sword cultivator.

Moreover, this amazing magic sword was snatched by him, and it was really not distressing to give it away.

"Uncle Junior Ancestor, you are really an ancestor!"

Nangong Ling wailed in his heart.

Nangong Ling held his forehead, and Liu Hanyan turned his face sideways, not daring to look at the eyes of the sword array monk.

At this time, they couldn't wait to immediately pull Su Zimo back to the sect.

The current situation is chaotic enough.

Su Zimo stood up to help Leng Rou speak, he had already offended Lanyue Daojun and Ye Tiancheng.

This is good, even the Sword Sect has been offended!

Nangong Ling wanted to cry without tears, and secretly prayed in his heart: "Junior Uncle Ancestor, you can stop! You said that you just grabbed the sword, and you also took the snatched innate magic weapon and gave it to others......"

With this new hatred and old hatred combined, Nangong Ling felt that the people of the Sword Sect were already impatient and killed!

Ruxuan was silent on the side, a little disappointed.

"If only Uncle Junior could do this to me. ”

Ruxuan thought silently in her heart.

"Huh, that's not right!"

"Why are the Sword Sect's eyes red, as if they have been wronged?"

"The sword looked familiar. ”

Isn't that the Sword of the Amazing Flood without a trace, how could it fall into the hands of this person!"

"Don't you know, the Amazing Sword has been taken away! It seems to be a Yuanying True Monarch of the Hundred Refining Sect, what is Mo Ling. ”

"Ah! It's him! The battle in Fengyun City became famous, and it was this person who abolished Cheng Peng!"

Soon, there was an even louder noise in the crowd.

Pang Lan Zhenjun of the Tiangang Sect hugged his arms and looked at Su Zimo with a smile.

He was at the top of the list of visions 400 years ago.

He is older than most of the Yuanying Zhenjun present, and he is also more calm and spicy!

In his opinion, in this situation, without his hands, that Mo Ling would die without a place to be buried!

Many monks were noisy and noisy, their voices were chaotic, and the little fat man and the others didn't hear much news, what ink spirit, what sword cultivator.

They didn't care, either.

Only Ji Chengtian knew what was going on.

But under the gaze of Lanyue Daojun, he didn't dare to transmit his divine sense and engage in these small actions.

"That's it!"

Lanyue Daojun took a deep breath, and the huge pressure descended on the Tongxuan Courtyard, and the sound of discussion gradually fell down.

"What's your name?"

Lanyue Daojun turned his head, looked at Su Zimo and asked in a deep voice.

Su Zimo stood up, smiled slightly, hugged his fists and said, "Under Moling, refiner." ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this name, Leng Rou and the little fat man were all moved in their hearts.

Even Shi Jian was stunned for a moment.

Leng Rou knelt on the ground, originally motionless.

And after hearing this name, she turned her head for the first time and looked at Su Zimo with some curiosity, with a hint of scrutiny and a hint of scrutiny.

I have to say that compared with Little Fat Man and others, Leng Rou is a woman and has a more delicate mind.

She noticed that what Su Zimo said just now seemed to convey something.

Normally, this Mo Ling is a disciple of the Hundred Refining Sect, so there is no need to add another refiner.

And this person's intention to add this sentence to the refiner is not reminding her of something?

"Is it ......?"

Leng Rou thought of a possibility, her heart was pounding, her heart was agitated, and she could barely suppress it!

The corners of Lan Yue Daojun's mouth curled slightly, and he seemed to be a little disdainful, and said, "Oh, Mo Ling, this name is a little unfamiliar, is it on the vision list, why have I never heard of it?"

Lanyue Daojun seemed to be asking, but the implication was that he was talking about Mo Ling, who was a nameless person!

"It doesn't matter. ”

Su Zimo grinned and said, "After today, you will remember." ”

"Leng Rou, this is my most proud disciple, the monk who is about to be named Master Fu Gong!"

Lan Yue Daojun sneered and said, "Although you gave away an Innate True Monarch magic weapon, you are not famous! To put it bluntly, you are not worthy of Leng Rou at all!"

"Oh?"

Su Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked rhetorically, "Ye Tiancheng is worthy of it?"

"Huh. ”

Lanyue Daojun sneered again, and said, "Who is Ye Tiancheng?"

"The frog at the bottom of the well. ”

"It's really ridiculous! A monk who has never even been on the vision list wants to rob Senior Brother Ye of marriage with a snatched Innate True Monarch magic weapon?"

"This is the light of fireflies, delusional and bright moon!"

Many of the monks of the Mixed Yuan Sect laughed.

Even though Mo Ling became famous in Fengyun City, it was still too far from the fame of Ye Tiancheng!

Su Zimo suddenly laughed.

"First True Monarch?"

Su Zimo asked lightly, "Who sealed it?"

"Since the master stepped into the Yuanying Realm, there have been countless battles and never been defeated, what are you!" a maid behind Ye Tiancheng stood up and sneered.

"Oh. ”

Su Zimo smiled and said, "It turns out that it is so simple to seal the First True Monarch. What a coincidence, since I stepped into the Yuanying realm, I have also fought countless battles and never been defeated. So, I'm also the first truth?"

"You ......"

The maid was speechless for a moment.

The next moment, Su Zimo looked at Ye Tiancheng and said something that shattered the sky and made the entire courtyard fall silent in an instant!

"You are known as the First True Monarch, have you asked me?"

Hiss!

The group was moved.

This simple sentence is full of trembling domineering!

Impressive!

-for-tat!

No one expected that before the second part of the Tianjiao competition of this Thousand Crane Tea Party was carried out, someone would dare to challenge Ye Tiancheng head-on!

There was a moment.

The group cultivators even gave birth to an illusion, as if in front of this ink spirit, even Ye Tiancheng bowed his head!

Pang Lan Zhenjun was smiling, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Don't go there. ”

Hang Qiuyu said to the sword without a trace: "This Mo Ling is very strong, even if you have a sword in your hand, I'm afraid you are not his opponent!"

In the cold and soft eyes, there were ripples of color.

It's so similar!

In her eyes, this ink spirit seemed to merge with the person in her memory, regardless of each other.

Leng Rou believed.

Only that person has this kind of invincible aura with empty eyes!

PS: Recommend a book, "Ancient Martial God", Introduction: If you want to ascend to the sky, destroy the immortals first, want to become holy, and go all the way against the sky!

This one is a little later, and it was written more slowly, so forgive me. No, let's go to sleep~

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