Mo Ying was about to speak, but the middle-aged man spoke first: "You want to ask me who I am, right?"

After speaking, the person looked up, and Mo Ying saw that the person in front of him was wearing a dark blue robe, with a large belt of Buddha head and green tiger stripes tied around his waist, long hair like the wind, a pair of stern tiger eyes, and a very beautiful figure, which looked a little handsome and chic at first glance.

Looking closely at his face, there was no expression on his face, except for indifference or indifference, Mo Ying didn't like such a zombie face very much, and even disgusted it, he spoke: "Isn't it strange that a fool asked a question that a fool should ask?"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows went up, and he looked at Mo Ying and said lightly, "Very good! I like your mouth." I prefer that a snow lotus flower can bloom on your mouth, delicate and red!"

Mo Ying suddenly smiled and said, "Is it? General Yang Hou said the same just now, but he fell and was hit by my sword, if he didn't heal quickly, he would probably die in less than three days!"

Mo Ying really didn't say nonsense, but there is a record in the "Yan Xuan Heart Sutra": The person who is in the beast Teng Sword must heal as soon as possible, and force out all the burning qi in the body with internal force, otherwise after three hours, the beast Teng sword qi will swim all over the body, and the body will be burned dry after three days, leaving a dry corpse. This is caused by the beast's sword drinking blood, so it is better to use it with caution!

As soon as Mo Ying said this, he saw that Yang Hou's originally pale face was completely bloodless, he looked at the middle-aged man in his forties with a commanding gaze, nodded and said with some difficulty: "I'll leave it to you here!"

The middle-aged man didn't answer, nodded, and several of his subordinates carried Yang Hou away.

Looking at the dark corner of the muddy house, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at Mo Ying and said, "You are very evil!"

"Prize!"

"The sword is good, leave me to let you go!"

When Mo Ying heard the music, he said happily, "Oh! Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Broken Waves!" said the middle-aged man very confidently, whenever he mentioned his name, he was extremely proud, and he believed that in the cultivation world, there would be no one who didn't know this name.

As soon as his name came out, Mo Ying's mind flashed the ghost-like handwriting on the pillar of the Divine Ink Pavilion, and there seemed to be such a name in the middle?

It seems that the name on the pillar of the Shenmo Pavilion is by no means a general person, but he has already made up his mind, and when he decides that the ink shadow of the Longtan Tiger's Den will also go to the Tiger's Den, where will he take care of these, he smiled indifferently and said: "The name is very good, leave me and let you go!"

In this speech, it is clear that he looks down on and looks down on him. Spoken language is sometimes more lethal. Sure enough, when the middle-aged man heard this, a touch of fierceness flashed on his zombie-like face, and he suddenly laughed and said, "Young man, although you are weird, you still need to weigh yourself, can you get out of here?"

After saying that, he used one hand to exert force, and after the kudzu rattan made a sound like the wind blowing through the valley, it broke directly, and the Xuanyuan qi passed through the rattan to the corpse behind him, and there was a painful muffled sound.

This is not a corpse, it is a life that is still alive, Mo Ying's eyes are very cold, and he said angrily: "Who is the person on the earth? Let him go first, and then we will talk about changing his name and keeping a sword?"

The middle-aged man said coldly: "I forgot to tell you, this is the village official of this village, what is it called? Chen Xiang! Yes, it's Chen Xiang!"

After living in Beishan for a long time, Mo Ying naturally knew the village official Chen Xiang, otherwise he would not use him to scare the two dogs. can be so indifferent and ruthless to an old man who is already in his prime, even a pig and a dog.

Mo Ying glanced at the zombie face of the broken wave and didn't want to say a word, even half a word he felt was insulting his mouth, he didn't want to look at it, he slowly closed his eyes, read into the sea of knowledge with one hand raised the sword, and quickly slashed towards the ground, the sword qi exploded in the direction of the broken wave, and a ditch about two feet wide instantly appeared on the ground.

Seeing this, although he was shocked in his heart, he was not in a hurry, he grabbed it with one hand, and a long knife scattered on the ground flew towards his palm, held it in his hand, and then slammed it towards the ground. In one go, it was too late to say that it was too fast, and the sword qi that burst into the ink shadow burst like a wave was directly cut off.

The seemingly simple and ordinary moves, the seemingly ordinary sword, the speed and power emitted in the hands of the broken waves are completely indescribable.

Mo Ying looked at this scene and actually laughed, I don't know why he laughed?

It's just that his smile fell in the eyes of Broken Lang, and he was a little puzzled?

"Laugh, you're almost half a hundred, ignorant and self-righteous!" said Mo Ying with a sly expression.

Broken Lang's heart tightened, but he didn't feel anything wrong, except for the smile on the young man's face all the time, people couldn't see that there was no deep surprise, there was nothing wrong, that's all.

Broken Lang then said, "Oh, interesting! Judging from your weak sword qi, how can an ant who knows his fate shake my immeasurable tree?"

"Really, immeasurable ignorance!" Ink Shadow said the word again boldly, as if the immeasurable realm was nothing to make a fuss about him as a confidant.

He felt that the words left to him by Nangong Ziyan's predecessors were right, thinking would limit a person's imagination, and the same generation would also limit a person's thinking power. The prophet of cultivation and enlightenment will enter, and the knowledge of the latter will be passed, and the three mysteries will cross like the sky, which is a division of rules and levels, just like the idea of this zombie face breaking waves.

It is indeed not easy for a mayfly to shake a tree, but the embankment of a thousand miles has also collapsed by ants, even if you are a big tree in the infinite realm, my ant will shake you!

Mo Ying kept thinking about his thoughts with a smile, completely ignoring Broken Wave's gaze, the scene became eeriely silent for a while, Broken Wave really couldn't stand a yellow-haired boy's disregard and disrespect for him, and he no longer had the chic and handsome that he could pretend to be before, and the original zombie-like face finally had an angry expression.

"Take your life!" Broken Wave shouted violently, and shot towards the ink shadow, but for some reason, when his body burst out a foot away, his body suddenly weakened, and he fell to the ground, making a dull sound of "bang".

Mo Ying shook his head and said, "Big tree, that's it! It's really disappointing!"

"You!despicable villain, you actually poisoned it?" said Broken Wave, who moved with difficulty, supported one hand on the ground, knelt on one knee, and looked up at Mo Ying.

"Despicable, you're complimenting me so much, don't you forget that Jasven's folding fan is poisonous. Mo Ying said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Broken Lang seemed to understand something? This Jasven folding fan is highly poisonous, in the fight with the jade-faced scholar just now, he was seriously injured, and the jade-faced scholar Leng Qian was also highly poisonous, and after being sealed by the young man in front of him, he was stuffed with a black pill, and now he is fine?

Thinking of this, Broken Lang turned his head to look at the jade-faced scholar who was healing beside the young man, where were there still signs of poisoning, his face was ruddy at the moment, and the vitality of his body was converging. On the contrary, his chest was in severe pain, like an arrow pulling a bow and arrow into his body.

Who do you blame? Blame Jasven? Or blame the young man in front of him? Broken Lang feels really wronged, the battle of the other party that was originally good to crush has become the laughing stock of others, this young man is not simple?

So he asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Ying: "You seem to be very interested in this question, since you are so persistent, then let me tell you, the little evil god of the Tang Empire?"

Mo Ying suddenly thought of the nickname that Yan Shirt gave him, and he used it on his head without modesty.

After speaking, looking at the broken waves spitting blood from his mouth in pain, Mo Ying took the initiative to ask, "What's the matter?"

The zombie-faced Broken Wave smiled helplessly and said, "Not bad!"

"Why should I tell you? It's just an immeasurable realm, and in my eyes it's not as majestic as a tree, and cultivation is just a level in my eyes?

Broken Waves has been proud for half his life, and he has never thought that he would be planted in the hands of a yellow-haired boy, and he felt ashamed for the first time, and suddenly felt that his heart was like a scallion pancake in the pot of the lady in Luoyang City.

The panic was not so good, but more unwilling, so Broken Lang said: "Wait! Since it is in your hands, if you want to kill it, you have to listen to it, but I want to know how you poisoned it?"

Mo Ying stopped, looked at Broken Lang coldly, and said, "Self-righteousness will also limit your thinking power!

After speaking, Mo Ying paused and continued: "Jasven and the jade-faced scholar took cultivation as a fight, one was seriously injured, the other was poisoned, and the poison poisoner in the middle of the folding fan spit blood from his mouth, turned into black smoke, and sprinkled it on the ground, but it did not disperse, which can be explained by the fact that in the fight between me and Yang Hou, the vitality was not taken away, so this young master expected that the poison used by Jasven was a dance poison from the Miaojiang area. It's just that the rules of this dance poison are very strict, and it is unknown where the poison comes from!"

Mo Ying said that at this time, Broken Wave's heart was already a turbulent nuclear wave, and he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was not only knowledgeable and knowledgeable, but also thoughtful. He used the black sword in his hand to skillfully attack a sword qi and swept away the highly poisonous powder left by Jasven on the ground, his real purpose was just to poison himself.

This kind of mind is simply incomparable! I couldn't help but have a trace of respect in my heart, and I said: "The young man is the dragon and phoenix among the people, I really admire, but no matter how powerful you are, I still have to remind you that the masters in this flat village are like clouds, and you may not be able to go!"

If Mo Yingying didn't hear it, he walked straight towards the village official lying on the ground, and when he passed by him, he didn't even look at him.

Helping the old man up, the old village official Chen Xiang was already dying, he desperately shook his head towards the ink shadow, the ink shadow didn't know what it meant, and when he was about to cast a spell to save him, a familiar voice came from behind him:

"Little Fifth Brother, go quickly!"