There has never been a shortage of nosy people in the world, and when she heard that Mo Wunian lived outside the cave world where Murong Xiu lived, she didn't say anything more. However, some disciples would come here every two or three days to challenge him in the name of "cleaning up the scum of the sect".

Although he and Murong Xiu fought against those two swords a few months ago, which amazed everyone present, and also made Elder Qiu praise him, there were still many people who came.

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On this day, Meng Xinghao had nothing to do, so he wanted to talk to Mo Wunian. As soon as he thought that Mo Wunian had no acquaintances in the inner door except for Liu Dewang, he would be bored, so he brought a jar of spirit wine to chat with him to relieve his fatigue.

Second, he also wanted to talk to him about some things in practice, although Mo Wunian had not been practicing for a long time, Meng Xinghao still felt that he had his own opinions on practice.

Originally, the two could talk about cultivation. But chatting and chatting, the words changed in Meng Xinghao's mouth.

He still felt the need to persuade Mo Wunian to leave here. No matter how he thought about it, he also felt that it was a little inappropriate for Mo Wunian to stay here. After all, his reputation in the sect is not good, and if he is pointed at behind his back, he will be infamous as "cheeky".

"Look, junior brother. When it comes to seniority, Murong Xiu also has to call her Senior Sister, and if you want to study it carefully, she is also considered to be the same generation as the head of the family. ”

"You are considered a junior, but it is disrespectful to stay here and disturb the seniors. ”

"And one of your male disciples is blocking the door of other people's female disciples, will it make people say about you and Senior Sister Murong when it spreads?"

Meng Xinghao spoke more and more, blushing and swallowing every glass of wine, he could pull out a lot of words.

What he said, Mo Wunian didn't want to hear a word, things that were not famous were always empty to him, he didn't care at all, but Meng Xinghao's chattering state gave him a headache inexplicably.

Because since the last time he instructed him to practice, he seemed to have opened a conversation, talking about the past and the present, and his mouth was like a river...... As long as he can find a topic, he can talk about it well.

Listening to him chatter is really torture.

The last three days have been peaceful, and few people have come to challenge the tranquility that disturbs him, and he is happy to be quiet.

But after glancing at Meng Xinghao, at this time, he hoped that a few people would come to fight him.

At least it's better to fight with them than to listen to his "chatterbox" chatter a lot.

And things in the world have always been coincidental, and people sometimes come to what they want.

At this moment, a burly disciple of the Outer Sect of the Flesh Body came to the front of the cabin, and said in a rough voice: "I, Chen Tu, am ashamed to be of the same clan as you, a birdman surnamed Mo, do you dare to come out and fight with me?"

It was also a timely rain, and without listening to what Meng Xinghao said, Mo Wunian got up and walked out of the cabin directly.

"Besides, Senior Brother Mo, you should listen to my advice. Otherwise, you see that someone will always ask you for a competition......"

Behind him was Meng Xinghao's voice slowly, and seeing that the other party didn't seem to listen to a word of him, he let out a long sigh, looking like an elder with a long heart.

Outside, when Tu saw Mo Wunian walk out, a bright big knife directly appeared in his hand, a white light flashed, and the white knife qi several feet long surged towards Mo Wunian like a surging wave.

Generally, those who use knives pay attention to the majestic atmosphere of the knife, and his knife is not a big open and closed, and naturally it is not related to the "majestic", and it is not as sharp as the sword, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

In normal times, Mo Wunian probably didn't even look at him, but naturally he could knock him down with a single sword, so that he could cool down wherever he went......

But today, Mo Wunian feels that he can procrastinate.

Then, Jiucang was held in his hand, and a sword qi erupted from the sword, and it was quickly entangled with that sword qi.

After a few moments, both canceled out into nothingness.

Chen Tu also felt a little strange, Mo Wunian and Murong Xiu were also present when they were fighting, the amazement of those two swords is still fresh in his memory, he also felt that his sword was a few catties and a few taels, if he directly faced those two swords, he had no chance of winning.

Although the sword in front of him was not as powerful as those two swords, it would not be strangled by his casual sword qi.

But after thinking about it carefully, Mo Wunian was only in the same realm as him, and he had only just broken through the Dao Realm, which was comparable to him having been stranded in the Dao Realm for more than ten years.

Perhaps? His two swords were just bluffing, looking powerful, not very powerful.

Thinking like this, he became more and more confident, and his hand raised and fell, and another knife several feet long was swung out.

Mo Wunian also drew a scoop according to the gourd, and swung out a sword qi that was almost the same as his sword qi. The black and white are again intertwined and soon offset by the two.

Before and after, the two of them fought for dozens of rounds, but Chen Tu was also a little out of breath from exhaustion, but Mo Wunian was full of energy.

Chen Tu arched his hand and said, "Senior Brother Mo, I'll come to you another day to ask for advice." ”。

After that, he was leaving.

But Mo Wunian didn't say a word, and he didn't let him go in front of him.

For Mo Wunian, the foundation of the person in front of him is indeed a little too bad, although the cultivation method of the Illusory Sky Sect is not as long as the cultivation method of the Nine Tribulations, it can be regarded as a medium level, under normal circumstances, it would take hundreds of rounds to fight with him like this, seeing that Chen Tu is leaving, he is unwilling.

So, under Mo Wunian's persecution, Chen Tu fought with him for dozens of rounds, and he was exhausted.

Coincidentally, Meng Xinghao, who had been watching from the side for a long time, said: "Senior Brother Chen is humble, and he has been letting Senior Brother Mo let him fight with you!"

When Chen Tu heard this, he was dumb and couldn't say anything about his suffering, and he intuitively felt that Mo Wunian on the other side was a bit evil, and he wanted to leave.

But as soon as he looked at the person opposite him, he was inexplicably a little afraid in his heart, and he didn't even have the courage to say some words to leave.

So now he is even less aggressive when he came, only a stomach full of bitter water remains, and now it is simply a kind of torture.

As far as Mo Wunian is concerned, he doesn't want Chen Tu to leave like this, because because if he leaves, Meng Xinghao will come to "torture" him again.

The three people in front of them also formed a strange picture, Mo and Chen were inseparable, and Meng Xinghao on the side was full of smiles, and from time to time he said: "Senior Brother Chen, don't let Senior Brother Mo go, if you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that you will never be able to tell the winner ...... defeat."

Whenever this happens, Chen Tu will hand him a smile like a resentful woman, a little angry, a little resentful, and a little melancholy......