Seven people fought against Mo Wunian one after another, but they were all seriously injured by his heavy sword.

Among them, there are even monks of the tenth layer of spiritual attraction, but after only a few moves, they were also smashed by the heavy sword.

And he also seemed to be tireless, his thin body seemed to have some strength in his hand, and the heavy sword in his hand made it easy.

At first, some people still had the intention that he would exhaust his strength after taking turns fighting with others, and then make a move, but seeing that his face was still unfazed, and the heavy sword in his hand made a whistling sound, they gave up these thoughts.

"Boy, the sword makes it interesting! I can see that you do know some swords!" Du Chenfeng leaned against the tree and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and said to Mo Wunian with a little approval.

He could see that Mo Wunian used this heavy sword with ease, not that he had much strength. Instead, they all use skill, and every time they find the flaws of the other party and then use their swords.

So it seems that there is no order to smash all the way, but in fact, no sword is redundant.

Even when he smashed the earthen wall where the tall and thin disciple had spawned, he only pinpointed the weakest point of that wall and smashed it.

"Alas...... It is said that the afterlife is terrifying! Why don't I have a decent disciple in the Hundred Grass Sect...... What about you! You're really used to living a comfortable life!! All your skills are flower fists and embroidered legs!" Du Chenfeng staggered and stood up against the tree, pointing to the group of Baicao Sect disciples and said, as if he hated the disciples of his sect a little bit of hatred for iron and steel.

The few disciples who fought against Mo Wunian just now seemed to have a lot of moves, and they were also fancy, but they were all useless moves, which gave Mo Wunian a loophole.

Otherwise, how could there be a disciple of the tenth layer of spirit induction, how could he still be defeated by a person of the seventh layer of spirit induction? And he has not yet used spiritual power......

"The old man began to say that he wanted to find an outsider to polish your temperament, but you still like to ignore it! Now that you have been beaten, you have all become turtles with shrunken heads!"

"That old man also made it clear to you today, if you don't have a trick with this kid today, as long as the old man is still alive, you won't enter Baicao Peak!"

"Mu girl, you are here too!"

Seeing that no one stepped forward to fight against Mo Wunian, Du Chenfeng also lost his temper, and scolded at the disciples of Baicao Peak with the smell of wine all over his body.

......

On the other side, on the Moya Peak of the Hundred Grass Sect, two men were sitting in a small pavilion playing chess, one of them was Huo Ze.

This peak is also the peak where the sect master lives, and there is no need to say that the other person is the sect master of the Baicao Sect and Wu Mu's father, Wu Zidao.

This is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, except for wearing a gorgeous cyan fan, there is nothing strange to see. But he has his own restrained temperament, just like the chess he plays, which is unpredictable when it is really revealed.

Finally, the game of chess was over, but Huo Zechen lost, but his mind didn't seem to be on the chess, he said: "Senior brother......, aren't you worried?

"It's just that he also has the ability to kidnap Mu Yatou, and I have nothing to say. Let's play chess again, Zhuchen!" Wu Zidao smiled slightly, and didn't pay attention to what Huo Zechen said.

"Senior brother, I didn't say you, you are a father......" Huo Zechen was a little angry, but he got up and flicked his sleeves and walked out of the small pavilion.

By the way, he also looked down at Baicao Peak, as if he could see the situation below, he said to himself with a blank face: "This Elder Du is too nonsense, how can he instigate a group of disciples to fight with Mo Wunian, who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it!"

With that, he was about to leave the place in mid-air.

"Xue Chen, come back! Uncle Du is right, it's time to sharpen the temperament of his disciples! And Uncle Du has been trapped in the Yang Realm for hundreds of years, let him be!" was scolded back by Wu Zidao again.

Hearing his senior brother say this, Huo Zechen also gave up the idea of going to the peak. After all, he is also a sect master, and he is more thoughtful about things.

Huo Zechen thought about it carefully, and also felt that what he said was reasonable, after a while, it would be a big competition between Qingzhou's century-old sects, and his own sect was now so virtuous, it was time to sharpen their temperament. Moreover, Du Chenfeng had made a great contribution to the Baicao Sect hundreds of years ago, and these juniors had not done anything for him, so it was up to him.

"Xue Chen, there is something more important for you to do! Please go to the Ink Dust Pavilion to deliver something for me!" Wu Zidao said, his face a little serious.

Then, he pointed to the ground with his hand, and there was an additional corpse on the ground.

Huo Zechen recognized that the person on this earth was a disciple he knew who was quite qualified.

"You go and ask Mochen Pavilion for me, it's okay to find a disciple of their sect to infiltrate my sect, it's just the idea of my Wu someone's daughter, what does it mean?" It was as if a fierce beast had awakened in his body, and his eyes suddenly became deep and terrifying.

Even with his mood, it also affected the surrounding environment, and immediately the wind was raging on the Moya Peak, and the dark clouds on it covered the top, and the black pressure pressed people a little breathlessly.

Huo Zechen didn't ask much about the capriciousness of the Sect Master's mood in front of him, in fact, as early as a few months ago, he could see that he was troubled by some things, and wanted to have something to do with the Mochen Pavilion he was talking about in front of him.

"Zechen will do it immediately!" After saluting the person opposite, Huo Zechen turned into a streamer and left here with the corpse on the ground.

Seeing people leaving, everything on the peak returned to normal, Wu Zidao sat down in the pavilion again, he stared at the chessboard in front of him for a long time, and each of the black and white chess pieces fell a piece, and said: "It's white, but it's actually black." Qingzhou is not too peaceful......".

There was endless melancholy and worry in his voice.

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At the bottom of the peak, Wu Mu didn't expect that Du Chenfeng would ask her to fight with Mo Wunian.

Everyone heard about it, but they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Elder Du's gourd, and even the disciples of the tenth layer of the spirit were unable to defeat Mo Wunian, how could Wu Mu be his opponent of the ninth layer of the spirit induction?

This is a matter of them not knowing that Wu Mu is a natural Dao species, if everyone knows about such a thing, it may not be a good thing for the tree to attract the wind.

But immediately, a smile appeared on Wu Muqiao's face, and she said to Mo Wunian like a little fox: "Hey, don't you always talk about my cultivation? That girl reluctantly fought with you!"

The girl smiled happily, like a hibiscus out of the water, and people felt happy when they saw it.

All this fell into Lin Zuoqing's eyes, and the two fires in his eyes burned so much that they could burn out of his eye sockets.

"It's fine. Mo Wunian replied to her lightly.

Seeing that she didn't take out any spiritual weapons, but just a pair of dexterous and delicate pink fists to fight him, he also put the heavy sword aside and stood on the ground.

"Boy, you have a trick with Mu Yatou, I allow you to use spiritual power! Also, take a sip of wine to recover your strength!" Du Chenfeng threw the wine gourd in his hand into Mo Wunian's hand.

Taking the wine gourd, Mo Wunian leaned into his nose and smelled it, but he smelled the smell of a variety of enlightenment-level elixirs! Thinking about it, the benefits of this wine made from a variety of elixirs to people are naturally self-evident.

Ordinary mortals take a sip, and they will have an extra year or two of longevity.

Immediately, he lifted the gourd and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The wine is very soft, the entrance is full of mellow aroma, and after entering the stomach, it turns into a warm air flow to regulate his body.

Fighting against people one after another, he was somewhat tired, but after drinking this wine, he was completely tired, and he had a kind of refreshment that only came after getting up in the morning, which made people feel refreshed.

"Boy, a small sip is enough!If you drink too much, the medicine is too strong, and you can't stand it!" Du Chenfeng saw that he had already drunk the wine, and took the gourd back with a move of his hand.

Looking at Mo Wunian opposite, Wu Mu also put away the smile on his face and had some seriousness.

She had already thrown a punch, and the golden light on her fist slashed in mid-air like a meteor falling to the ground, and the whole person was moving towards him at a great speed.

She was born with a Dao species, and she didn't necessarily need to practice any more utensils to increase her combat power, and her own pair of fists could also reflect her cultivation very well!

And she punches like this, feeling it carefully, but it feels like a waterfall pouring down, containing huge power, soft and rigid!

Mo Wunian could see that the girl had put a lot of effort into this regard, and there were a hundred fist shadows, but it was also in line with "there are nine avenues, and one is missing"!

He immediately raised his fist, and threw a hundred punches to resist the girl's punch intent.

But obviously, the girl's fist intent was more aggressive, and the power containing a waterfall instantly washed away his fist intent, and poured down and smashed all on him.

He was punched a hundred times, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he, who rarely showed his emotions outside, also showed an approving look to the girl: "You won." ”。

He felt that this was what the Innate Dao Seed should be, even if he had the two supreme cultivation methods of Nine Tribulations and Immortality, but because of the limitations of his own qualifications, it should be worse than the Innate Dao Species.

As for Wu Mu's appearance of being invincible to him before, it was all an illusion, just because she didn't put her mind on cultivation well, she just took elixir to pile up her cultivation realm, which was naturally different from her steady cultivation!

It can also be seen that the set of boxing techniques that Wu Mu just played is not a high-grade cultivation technique, but she has practiced solidly, and she is a natural Dao species, so she has such power when she fights!

For the face on the other side, which was almost equivalent to facial paralysis, Wu Mu had always been angry when he saw it, but when he saw the gaze he showed to himself, his intuition was like seeing a snow lotus blooming in an iceberg, strange and happy.

"Mo Wunian, are you okay!" It can be seen that he was injured again, and all of her heart was put on him, worried for him, sad for him, and also blamed herself for herself.

In an instant, all kinds of emotions surged into her heart.