The leading man took a few deep breaths, looked at his companion, gritted his teeth, took out a black storage ring from his arms, and threw it to Mo Wudao.

"This is some of the spirit stone magic weapons we have collected in recent years, please let us go!" said this sentence almost through gritted teeth.

The robber became the robber, and this time it was a big loss!

Mo Wudao's divine sense swept slightly, and found that there were indeed many spirit stone magic weapons in the storage ring, but they were all low-level things, although the amount was very large, Mo Wudao couldn't look down on it.

"I want the one you wear on your finger. Mo Wudao stretched out his finger and said expressionlessly.

The leading man's face was a little distorted by anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You... Don't deceive people too much!"

Mo Wudao didn't speak, but just flicked the purple bamboo sword lightly, making a buzzing sword sound, and the divine consciousness of the little monk of Fanxin was also placed on the body of the big man.

"Okay! I'll give it!" The leading man was almost angry, took off the ring on his hand, lifted the divine sense connection, and threw it to Mo Wudao.

"En!" Mo Wudao smiled, and didn't dare to push the other party too quickly, lest the other party jump off the wall in a hurry, and nodded, "Really good, you can go!"

"Humph!"

The three of them snorted coldly, took the companion with the broken hand, and left quickly without looking back, not even caring about the corpse of the companion on the ground.

Seeing a few people leave, and completely disappearing into the range of divine sense sensing after dozens of breaths, Mo Wudao breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the little monk who opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile, Mo Wudao squeezed his eyes and said with a smile: "Little monk, I didn't expect you to be quite cooperative." ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin!"

The little monk of Fanxin folded his hands together, and his treasure was solemn, but he had already seen through the little monk's Mo Wudao, but he felt that it was so obscene.

Mo Wudao threw the two rings to the little monk Fanxin and said, "There are nothing good, the little monk will take a look at it if there is anything you like." ”

The little monk of Fanxin was not polite, his divine sense was swept away, and then he also shook his head, he didn't look down on the low-end goods inside, and returned the ring to Mo Wudao.

"Save it for a few good bars!" Mo Wudao pouted.

After putting away the loot, the eyes of the two stopped on the corpse on the ground, a sword pierced, the blood had already coagulated, and they lay there coldly.

killed someone, Mo Wudao's heart didn't have any feelings, it was very calm!

The cultivation realm is like this, cruel and ruthless, killing and being killed are only in an instant.

The little monk didn't say much, although Buddhism abstained from killing, it did not mean that when someone wanted to harm him, he stretched his neck and waited for death.

The Buddha's vows to harm one's life for one's own desires, and to defend one's own family and country is a manifestation of compassion and courage.

"It's not good to expose the corpses in the wilderness!

Mo Wudao muttered a sentence in his mouth, threw a ball of fire on the corpse, and after a while, the corpse was burned clean and disappeared between heaven and earth.

······

Bishui City, a relatively famous small city in the south of the Xiuzhen Realm.

It is named after a natural lake with rippling blue waves outside the city, and legend has it that this blue water lake is inhabited by ancient beasts with blue water and golden eyes, and its magic power reaches to the sky.

In recent days, Bishui City has been very lively, gathering many monks, especially young casual disciples.

The reason for the gathering of so many young monks comes from a small competition, and there will be an exchange tournament in the city of clear water, which can be participated by any monk who is under the age of 300 and whose cultivation is under the age of 300.

The first place was rewarded with a high-grade flying sword, which made countless young monks rush to it.

Moreover, the gathering of so many talented talents is also an opportunity to make a name for themselves, at least they can increase their knowledge and make friends.

Sanxiao Building, a private seat by the window on the third floor, sat a monk, and the two of them raised their glasses and drank bitterly, regardless of what outsiders thought, but let many scheming people secretly observe these two people.

Mo Wudao poured a sip of wine into his mouth, smacked his mouth beautifully, enjoyed it very much, squinted his eyes at the little monk opposite who was also drinking with a glass, and shook his head secretly in his heart.

He still underestimated this little monk, and thought that the little monk drank wine and ate meat just to argue with himself, but in front of everyone, this Brahmanic heart did not dare to continue to violate the rules and precepts.

But I don't want to, this little monk is really light and light, and in the face of everyone's slightly mocking and surprised eyes, he is still as immobile as a mountain.

"This little monk is probably not an ordinary disciple in the Great Compassion Sect!"

Mo Wudao secretly said in his heart, such a realm, such an understanding, if he was just an ordinary disciple, then the strength of the Great Compassion Sect would not know how strong it was.

When Mo Wudao secretly speculated about Fanxin, the little monk of Fanxin couldn't help but marvel at Mo Wudao, Mo Wudao's roots and talents, and his perception of the way of the sword, so that Fanxin was also secretly doubting what kind of sect Mo Wudao was.

According to Mo Wudao, he is naturally a casual disciple, but Brahma will not really believe that Mo Wudao is a casual disciple.

Whether it is Mo Wudao's qualifications, swordsmanship, or that bearing and vision, that is not something that a casual cultivator can have, could it be a genius disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect!

Among the righteous path factions, the Wuji Sword Sect specializes in swordsmanship, and it is the sect that countless sword cultivators dream of wanting to join, and the sword path geniuses under the sect are also the most.

"Mo Daoyou, do you know that the genius disciple of the Infinite Sword Sect, Jian Wuming?" the little monk suddenly asked.

Mo Wudao, who was observing the crowd downstairs with great interest, came back to his senses and wondered: "The sword is nameless?

The little monk of Fanxin was stunned for a moment, looking at Mo Wudao's appearance as if he was pretending, he really didn't know that the sword was nameless, was he really not a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect?

"Wuji Sword Sect, aren't those the five top sects of the righteous path?" Mo Wudao's eyes rolled, and he thought of the key, glared at Fanxin, and said with an evil smile: "Little monk, do you think that I am a disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect?"

"Hehe, it's the little monk who is guessing. Fanxin smiled.

This sword of the Infinite Sword Sect is nameless, it seems to be very famous, and Mo Wudao has never heard of it, which seems to make some people on the third floor look a little unsightly.

One of the three young men with long swords on his back at the next table tapped lightly on the table and sneered coldly: "I don't know where the country villagers have such shallow knowledge, it's really disappointing!"

"It's extreme, it's extreme, as a sword cultivator, I don't know the name of the sword nameless uncle, and I don't know who the disciple is. Another young man at the same table echoed, glancing at Mo Wudao, very arrogant.

"I think he doesn't even have a teacher, I don't know what kind of shit luck he took, and in which cave he picked up a few broken cheats and cultivated. ”

"Hahaha······"

The three of them laughed, and the monks at the adjacent table also glanced at Mo Wudao and the three sword cultivators with a smile on their faces, and there was a look of good show in their eyes.

These three people are obviously mocking Mo Wudao's loneliness and ignorance, shallow knowledge, and it is not even sarcasm, but sarcasm.

Mo Wudao raised his eyes and glanced at the three sword cultivators, a sneer flashed in his eyes, he didn't bother to pay attention to them, and still smiled and drank with the Fanxin monk.

This made the taunt of the three young sword cultivators instantly turn into a joke, just like a punch that hit the air with all his might, which was very unpleasant.

"Smack!"

The square-faced young man in the lead slapped the table, walked to Mo Wudao's table with his two companions, and arched his hand with a cold face: "Song Qingyun, a fourth-generation disciple of the Lower Wuji Sword Sect, I don't know the name of this Daoist friend?"

Four generations of disciples!

The surrounding crowd realized that there was really a good show to watch now.

Mo Wudao ignored this Song Qingyun, raised his head and drank the wine, poured it again, and didn't look at the three of them, muttering to himself in a low voice: "It's obvious that you want to make trouble, but you have to pretend to be polite······ Hey!"

Mo Wudao's voice was very small, but everyone here was a person who had cultivated himself, and Mo Wudao's whispers were clearly heard in their ears.

The three disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect naturally heard it clearly, and their faces immediately sank, Song Qingyun snorted coldly, and a momentum that was not weak pressed towards Mo Wudao, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Boy, who are you muttering about?" a companion behind Song Qingyun suddenly snapped.

Mo Wudao was still light and light, and raised his head again and took a sip of wine, "I'll talk to whoever you talk to!"

"Kid looking for death!"

The three disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect surrounded Mo Wudao at once, Song Qingyun stared at Mo Wudao coldly, and said disdainfully: "I haven't even heard of my senior uncle's nameless name, so you dare to speak disrespectfully, you kid is tired of it!"

The atmosphere on the third floor suddenly became tense, and everyone looked like they were watching a good show, and the most important thing in the cultivation world was fighting.

Especially now, most of the people gathered in the city are young disciples, all of them are young and vigorous, full of enthusiasm, and the last thing they lack is to be brave and ruthless.

Mo Wudao raised his head at this time, and said with a smile: "Is your uncle very famous? Why should I know? How can I speak, do I still need to know him to speak?"

"Sure enough, the knowledge is shallow. Song Qingyun snorted disdainfully, looked at Mo Wudao with great arrogance, and said, "Listen, my senior uncle's sword is nameless, but he is the most genius ······· my Wuji Sword Sect."

"Stop, Stop, Stop······"

Mo Wudao waved his hand, looked at Song Qingyun like an idiot, and said, "Did I say that I want to know how powerful your uncle is?" I didn't let you introduce me, but, looking at the three of you, I am not very optimistic about your famous uncle!"

Everyone was slightly stunned, and then laughed, while Song Qingyun and the three of them were flushed, staring at Mo Wudao coldly, and murderous intent loomed in their eyes.

"What? Do you still want to do it?"

Mo Wudao smiled, looked at the shopkeeper who had come to the third floor when he heard the movement, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he glanced at the three of them, and squeezed out a word from his mouth!

"Get out!"