The fat man saw that Mo Xiaoxuan didn't look like he was lying, and he was suddenly terrified, and his legs trembled.

The fat man's voice trembled and asked, "You... Are you really not kidding?"

Mo Xiaoxuan looked sideways and said, "No, do you think there is anyone in the entire Holy Sect who can enter my house so casually?"

Suddenly, the fat man felt that his legs could not support the weight of his body, and he knelt down with a "poof".

The fat man weighed amazingly, and when he knelt down, the whole bamboo house trembled a few times.

"Sect Master, the kid has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, the kid should die..."

The fat man's forehead touched the ground and he didn't dare to raise his head.

Looking at the funny appearance of the fat man, Mo Xiaoxuan couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the fat hand grabbed Song Zhong's clothes with his right hand, intending to pull Song Zhong to kneel.

The fat man panicked, now he was dead, he even dared to make a joke about the sect leader...

The Sect Master shouldn't have pulled them out and cut them down.

Suddenly, the fat man thought of something, and his whole body immediately shook like chaff.

Grass!

Just now, the two of them were in front of the sect leader, discussing how to assassinate his men!

Moreover, this subordinate is also one of the high-ranking and powerful hall masters in the Holy Sect.

The fat man was terrified.

Now that the death is decided, the sect leader will definitely not spare the two of them.

Damn Mo Xiaoxuan, your father is him, why don't you say it in advance.

Mo Xiaoxuan, you really killed our brothers!

The fat man called his brother just now...

Grass...

I dared to propose to kill his subordinates in front of the sect leader, and even made a joke about the sect leader, fooling him into doing it together...

The fat man had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but more of them were frightened.

Legend has it that the strength of the sect leader is much more powerful than that of the grandmaster.

The Sect Master hadn't made a move for many years, and no one knew where his current strength had reached.

However, there are definitely no more than three people in the world who can win the sect master.

Ningguo people are outstanding and spiritual, and the masters are like forests.

Even if it was only one sect of the Wuji Holy Sect, the number of first-class masters in the sect would not be less than three hundred.

As for the masters at the Grandmaster level, there are six of them in the Holy Sect!

They are the sect leader, the left and right protectors, and the three of the four heavenly kings.

The six grandmaster-level masters made the position of the Holy Sect very stable, which was also the reason why no one dared to provoke the Holy Sect.

And Mo Taixu, as the sect leader, is even stronger!

The fat man didn't dare to think about it, he felt that he couldn't live today.

Quietly raising his head, the fat man looked at Song Zhong.

Song Zhong was stunned, his face was pale.

The fat man also saw such an embarrassed Song Zhong for the first time.

At this moment, Song Zhong's forehead was covered with fine and dense cold sweat. In fact, those are not cold sweats, but Song Zhong's fears.

Song Zhong was slandered.

No wonder he is so strong, it turns out to be the sect leader.

However, why didn't Mo Xiaoxuan say hello in advance...

Song finally wanted to cry without tears.

Now it's okay, their brothers' plan will definitely be stillborn, not only will the plan fail, but they will also take two small lives.

Song Zhong turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaoxuan.

Mo Xiaoxuan's long black and bright hair rippled in the wind, and her white clothes were better than snow, which made her whole person's momentum even clearer, but she was smiling at the moment, but she didn't have any indifferent emotions.

Still laughing?

Still in the mood to laugh?

Song Zhong felt that bitterness in his heart.

Miss, you've made our brothers miserable.

Song Zhong's eyes seemed to kill Mo Xiaoxuan.

Mo Xiaoxuan rolled her eyes directly at Song Zhong.

At this time, the Sect Master of the Infinite Saint Sect, who was wearing a black robe, spoke too vainly.

Mo Taixu said: "You two yellow-haired boys, you are very fat. ”

When the fat man heard Mo Taixu's voice, as if he heard thunder and shock, he immediately lay on the ground, and said in his mouth: "I don't dare, please let me die, I will never do such a bold thing in the future." ”

The fat man shouted and kowtowed.

"Knock knock. ”

The fat man's practice of King Kong is not bad, and his forehead is also extremely hard, and every time he kowtows, he hits the bamboo floor with a "knock" sound.

The bamboo house shook slightly, and the fat man used his strength to prove what it means to be as heavy as Mount Tai.

Mo Taixu shook his head, the fat man's actions made him dissatisfied.

Then, Mo Taixu looked at the swordsman beside the bamboo table.

The young swordsman who was often mentioned by Mo Xiaoxuan.

Mo Taixu was very interested in him.

Mo Taixu asked, "Now that you know my identity, are you afraid?"

Song finally said: "I'm afraid." ”

Mo Taixu said: "Then do you still want to kill Shan Xiongxing?"

As soon as Mo Taixu's words came out, the fat man immediately tugged at Song Zhong's clothes, hoping that Song Zhong would not be too arrogant.

Now is the time for the two brothers to be humble.

If you should bow your head, you should bow your head.

Who knows, Song Zhong didn't care about the fat man at all.

Song Zhonggen said bluntly: "Yes, I want to do it very much!"

The fat man was paralyzed, lying on the ground weakly, and he shouted in his heart that it was over, and there was really no room for recovery now...

Mo Taixu smiled inexplicably, and he stared at Song Zhong.

And Song Zhong was not afraid of Mo Taixu's eyes and looked at him.

When their eyes met, Song finally felt that Mo Taixu was different from ordinary people.

The momentum on Mo Taixu's body was a little strange, as if it had merged with heaven and earth, becoming an item between heaven and earth.

"Okay, good guts, I'm not going to kill you. Mo Taixu admired Song Zhong very much and said: "If you kill Shan Xiongxing, you will be the hall master of the White Tiger Hall in the future." ”

Hearing Mo Taixu's words of not killing himself, Song Zhong was not happy, but puzzled.

Mo Taixu is encouraging him to do it and let him kill Shan Xiongxing?

Don't you want the lives of your own men?

I am a second-rate martial artist, where is it as important as Shan Xiongxing, who is a first-class master?

Is Mo Taixu teasing me?

Song Zhong's eyes were fixed on Mo Taixu, hoping to see a hint of ridicule from Mo Taixu's face.

It's a pity that Mo Taixu's expression is extremely firm.

At this time, the fat man lying on the ground breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't seem to have to die, at least not now.

Song Zhong looked at Mo Xiaoxuan, Mo Xiaoxuan smiled, and on her beautiful cheeks, she didn't reveal any useful expression.

"Sect Master, are you serious?"

"Of course. ”

"Could it be that the sect leader thinks that I am more important than Shan Xiongxing?"

"A sword to the end, Song to the end, is naturally more important than the downhill tiger Shan Xiongxing, of course, this is based on the premise that you killed Shan Xiongxing. ”

Song Zhong was silent.

Mo Taixu didn't want to kill him and the fat man, but planned to use Shan Xiongxing to sharpen him and the fat man.

If it is sharpened well, Ning Guo will be the first martial artist to kill a first-class master in the middle stage with a second-rate realm!

Two young second-rate martial artists who can kill first-class masters are definitely more precious than a middle-aged first-class master.

After all, only when you are young can you go further.

Youth is the capital of Song Zhong and the fat man.

Mo Taixu is interested in this capital.

It's a gamble.

Bet your life to win fame and fortune in the future.

Mo Taixu has already sat in the village, and now it depends on whether Song Zhong and the fat man dare to bet.

Song Zhong lowered his head and groaned.

In the middle of the sound, the young swordsman raised his head, and the killing intent in his eyes ran out.