Mo Ying turned his head to look, Leng Yuezheng ran over with a smile on his face, and said, "Senior brother, why are you here?"

"Leng Yue! What are you? Oh, Second Senior Brother asked me to come here and take you back to Beishan!"

Mo Ying saw that although the old man beside Leng Yue was licking the candy man with his tongue with relish, his eyes kept staring at the beast sword in his hand, and he asked if he wanted to ask but was not easy to ask.

"I came to this Dragon Villa with my uncle and sister, and a lot of things happened, and it's a long story. This is the old man of Broken Repair, the master of Dilian Palace!"

After Leng Yue finished speaking, he secretly pointed to his head with his finger.

Mo Ying understood, nodded slightly, and didn't want to continue to ask.

He nodded and moved a few steps forward, but he didn't dare to relax in his heart.

As soon as I stopped, I heard the old man Po Xiu say: "The candy man you bought is so sweet, so sweet, it tastes much better than what my apprentice gives me every time." Such a delicious sugar man, there are so many people in front, are you going to rob my sugar man?"

Leng Yue replied: "It's okay, Sugar Man, I can help you keep it, if they want to rob you, it's like blowing up the Dragon Pavilion and blowing them up, won't they?"

Mo Ying was shocked in his heart, although he heard Xiao You's simple words on the way back to Youlong Villa, but he didn't think that this cultivator who was not very clear could blow up Youlong Pavilion with the power of one person, not to mention, but also hurt Uncle Shi and retreated?

While thinking about it, I heard the old man say again: "Yes! Yes! Yes, who am I? Who am I afraid of? I am Po Xiu, and I will kill them." If you kill them, you won't be able to rob my sugar man!"

"That's right, the old-timers are really smart, as long as you listen to me, I'll buy you more candy people. ”

"Don't lie to me!" Po Xiu said like a child.

"Then you still give me back these sugar people?" Leng Yue said in a tone of an adult and a child.

"No, can't you listen to you? As long as my apprentice is not there, I will listen to you. ”

As soon as he said this, Mo Ying was shocked again, and suddenly felt that he wanted to laugh and felt strange in his heart? This broken cultivation is not an ordinary king, an absolute glory king. He clearly remembered that on the pillar of the Shenmo Pavilion in Beishan, the name of this broken repair is evergreen all year round.

And according to rumors, he is also in his old age, and he has been obsessed with cultivation all his life, and there are countless challengers who have gone there, but in the end they all ended in failure, without exception, so people gave him the name of broken repair.

Is that such a person? How can he be like a child now? Could it be that the cultivation has made trouble until the cultivation is broken?

Thinking of this, Mo Ying felt that this was completely impossible, at his age, the realm should have been above Xuantong, if the cultivation of the Broken Mirror Tribulation failed, he should not be still alive.

Thinking of this, Mo Ying turned his head to look, just touching Po Xiu's gaze, Mo Ying tried to glare at him, but he didn't expect this Po Xiu to slowly lower his head like a child.

It was this gaze that brought a series of thoughts to Mo Ying's heart?

His gaze was scattered and misty, his expression was dull and not completely lost, sometimes awake and sometimes confused. It's not like a natural stupidity.

Is it possible?

Mo Ying remembered that he had been reading books in Beishan since he was a child, and he had rummaged through countless books of all kinds, and there were books about such symptoms.

He was already proficient in medical techniques and pharmacology, and later went to the Yaowu Mountain to get the true transmission of the ghost doctor of the little master, and there are also explanations about the situation of cultivators.

These memories flashed quickly in his mind, and he left useful information in the sea of knowledge, and combined with the ink shadow of his broken eyes, he could guess one or two......

It's just that he still can't be sure what it is, and it can make a cultivator become a child, or a stupid child? The pharmacology of the miracle prescription can naturally be achieved, but this kind of long-term medication is obviously inappropriate.

The second is the rune, it is said that the White Bone Building back then was good at this kind of evil technique, but this broken cultivation is claimed to be able to break all the cultivation, and the rune is obviously impossible?

In the end, it is the next Gu, and at the moment, in addition to Miao Jiang's Dancing Poison Gate, the person who can support the Gu is the legendary person of the Demon Sect, but the person of the Demon Sect has long been just a legend, so it seems that there is no connection between the two, Mo Ying really doesn't know.

But Mo Ying can conclude that the person who can control this broken cultivation will not be the person he believes in the most, and the person closest to him will not be anyone else.

Dilian Palace?It should be you, Mo Ying thought.

Dilian Palace, he has already been taught in the Medicineless Mountain, and it is extremely powerful, and what he has shown in the Medicineless Mountain may only be his three successes?

......

Thinking of this, Mo Ying and Mo Ying suddenly felt that this person's heart was too dark, but at the same time, he also came to two conclusions, the first is that he has to be on guard at all times, and the second is that the speed at which he thinks about the problem has become faster, although it is only a few breaths, but he basically has the answer.

Exactly at this time.

The young and domineering voice sounded again: "Are you done talking?

Mo Ying was stunned for a moment, he didn't know that this golden masked boy was still retreating cowardly when he heard the voice of Master Zhuge Wenwu just now?

Just as he was thinking, a melodious flute sounded, Mo Ying felt bad, and suddenly turned around, and saw that the broken and thin body like dry wood made a sound like broken bones, some bent hunchbacks slowly erected, his cloudy eyes became clear, and the childlike sparkle on his face disappeared in an instant.

Ink Shadow shouted, "Be careful!"

Before the words fell, Po Xiu had already grabbed it with one claw, Mo Ying hurriedly dodged, still not in a hurry, was Po Xiu or Po Xiu grabbed the body of the Beast Teng Sword in his hand, he was extremely powerful, it was said that the extremely sharp Beast Teng Sword could cut off his palm in an instant, but this scene did not happen. Wisps of white gas emerged from his palms, and Mo Ying felt a burst of scorching heat, and he desperately pulled the sword in his hand, but he couldn't move the slightest.

And Po Xiu's face showed an unprecedented hideousness, his eyes widened as if they were about to jump out, his jaw kept twitching, his lips kept crooked, and his mouth made an incomprehensible sound.

At this moment, Mo Ying immediately concluded in his heart that this dead old man had been tricked, and the sound of the flute in the mouth of the golden masked boy was the best answer.

Mo Ying suddenly sent the hilt of the sword, and his body suddenly rose into the air, condensing the vitality of his whole body and legs, kicking out quickly and ruthlessly, and using the power of the hilt of the sword to break the repair, he quickly bounced his body away, and the blue smoke in the air turned around and fell towards Leng Yue.

He snatched the sugar man in Leng Yue's hand and pinched it in his hand. The moment he took the candy man, Po Xiu grabbed the sword body and threw it back, and the hilt of the sword struck in the direction of the ink shadow, and the ink shadow was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand, and held the hilt without hesitation.

Then he quickly handed the sugar man over, and Po Xiu was suddenly stunned, and the strength in his hand weakened a lot. Seeing this, Mo Ying held a candy man in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and read into the sea of knowledge, only to see the powerful Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi converging on his right arm, faster and faster, thicker and thicker, like black smoke from the furnace when it was extinguished.

The vitality of heaven and earth is still converging and rising, the flute is still blowing, from low to high-profile, suddenly Po Xiu's eyes widened and closed, and the free left hand slashed with a palm, and the ink shadow saw this, and suddenly pulled the Beast Teng Sword, and the sword body instantly became red, and the palm that Po Xiu hit hurriedly retreated, and his right hand immediately sent the Beast Teng Sword.

I saw him standing on the spot with a little fear on his face, the inch-long wound in his hand that was cut by the Beast Teng Sword, and the dark red blood floated towards the Beast Teng Sword, like a ribbon, drawing a melodious curve.

And Po Xiu spit out a few words in his mouth: Nangong Ziyan, Nangong Ziyan, Nangong Ziyan's sword......

Mo Ying also stood on the spot, the expression on his face became frightening, his eyes were red staring at the beast Teng Sword, his hair danced without wind, the black smoke on his arm slowly turned red, and his whole arm was like red-hot iron in a furnace, which made people frightened, and his body began to shake constantly......

Everyone was stunned by this sudden strange look, except for the young masked boy who was still playing the flute.

After a while, the flute fell, and the young golden-masked boy suddenly shouted, "Grab the sword, kill someone!"

The time when the words fell and stood still seemed to flow quickly, and a group of soldiers launched the final charge, and there were some Jianghu guests in their ranks, and it seemed that the cultivation level was not low.

They were like bulls of two or three years old, full of strength, and they rushed at them in an instant. The earth-shattering charge resounded throughout Youlong Villa.

And Mo Ying and Po Xiu were indifferent, and stood quietly on the spot as if they had never heard of it, maintaining their original appearance.

Leng Ao was puzzled, Leng Yue was also puzzled, and he didn't dare to disturb them, so he could only hold a sword to protect the two of them, if nothing else, just kill for that sentence.

For a while, a tragic battle was staged here, Leng Ao, Leng Yue and the two of them tried their best, and finally cut down the first wave that came up, and then the second wave rushed up, when the second wave was cut over, Leng Ao and Leng Yue could no longer wield the long sword in their hands, and could only rely on the sword to support themselves on one knee and stand on one knee.

The mouth kept panting, and they felt that this wave of soldiers who were more powerful than a wave did not seem to have killed them, could it be that they wanted to tire them to death? Or did the young noble boy want to catch them alive?

But anyway, the two of them really didn't have the strength to resist anymore, and none of the two woke up......

But the soldiers were already close in front of them, and there was no way, so the two of them could only grit their teeth, stand up with difficulty, and waved the long sword in their hands a few times, as if to say: "Don't come here!" But this last weak warning became weightless in the laughter of the young man.

"Bell" sounded twice, and the long sword in his hand still fell to the ground in his mouth, and the two of them no longer had the strength to support it, so they raised their eyelids with difficulty and sat on the ground.

"Why don't you fight?" said the Golden Mask Boy's voice again.

No one answered him, but he was very happy, and said to himself: "To tell the truth, just for a few of you, a broken sword, my son has prepared an army of 20,000 for you, and you are too pompous." ”

As soon as his words fell, a soldier hurriedly ran over, and after whispering a few words in his ear, the young boy looked at the two of them, who were still in their original state, and said angrily: "Cut off the two of them for me and carry them back!"

After speaking, the young boy turned around and left, and his steps seemed to be extremely hurried.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

......

A few soldiers with Tang knives replied, and then raised the knives in their hands and slashed at Mo Ying's legs.

The sharp Tang knives also looked cold and terrifying in the gloomy weather, and the knives they raised cut down without the slightest scruples......

Suddenly, the wind rose suddenly, the ground rolled with sand and stones, and a weak figure flashed through the sand and gravel, followed by several screams......