"Emperor Jizong Zhong Li, the current temporary teacher of the Panlong Academy, please teach Lord Zuo Sacrifice!" Zhong Lili faced the sea of clouds in the sky, raised his sword and asked for battle.

From Ding Yuan's sudden participation in the battle to the broken leg escape and gloomy departure, it was only a cup of tea before and after, and even Mo Qiuyang did not expect it, he did not raise his eyes to look at Zhong Li who was holding a scimitar, in his eyes, the difference between a child in the consensual period and an ant on the ground was not big, but he glanced at the old man in black beside him: "Che Ye, the way for the Emperor Sect to come to be an old man with you alone?" Have you consulted the sect master of your family? If Mo misses today, your sect's plan for the next hundred years will turn into a river of spring water. ”

The black-clothed old man named Cheye returned his sword to the sheath, and said with a smile: "I have seen Mr. Mo, the head of the house explained to me before going out, the safety of the princess is all borne by the old man, but any decision made by the young lady must not be interfered with, today the princess chooses to stand on the city wall, and the old man is very pleased to draw the sword for a strong man like you, such pride and courage is the confidence of the Emperor Jizong in the next hundred years, as for the consequences, it is a big deal to fight this old bone to send the princess away." ”

"Just by you, you also want to stop this seat from killing?" Mo Qiuyang's mouth hooked upward, showing a mocking expression, "I haven't been back to Da Zhou for decades, and now people are amazing, a female doll pulls a knife out of me, and you are an old slave who is talking wildly, is it really an old man who doesn't dare to kill?"

"I'm too lazy to play with you juniors, a stick of incense, get out of the way, or all die!" Perhaps it was Zhong Li's provocation that made him lose his last patience, Mo Qiuyang's always gentle face became gloomy for the first time, and two golden electric whips reappeared in his hands, and the black clouds began to surge continuously, obviously trying to go all out.

"Mr. Zhou, Master of the Dry Sea" Zhong Li turned back to the two and said: "I just saw the battle below, this ink Qiuyang's lead cloud and ink technique is almost endless, although our master Qian left Yuan Ling to guard the city, but after all, it is not a long-term time. ”

Everyone looked at the group of green qi guarding the town, after the last round of attacks, only half of the original size was left, Yuan Ling was not a real person after all, and he could not replenish and breathe on his own.

"Now, there is only one breath to disperse the sea of clouds and pull the old man back from the sky to the earth, there is still a glimmer of victory, I ask the master and the master to hand over the two formations to me. Zhong Li said earth-shattering words with a calm face.

In the face of the world's pinnacle cultivators, a girl who was less than fourteen years old in the consensual period actually asked two famous masters who knew the micro or even above the micro realm to hand over the control of the formation!

Kuhai smiled and said: "The country has talented people, anyway, Lao Wei is not Mr. Mo's opponent, rather than holding on, it is better to take a risk, and be driven by a small donor." ”

Zhou Zhe vaguely guessed Zhong Li's plan, and said with a smile: "If I can return to the world as my uncle, there should be three chances of winning." ”

Kuhai and Zhou Zhe glanced at each other and laughed out loud at the same time.

Zhong Li bowed to the two of them with a disciple salute, Che Ye touched his beard and stepped aside, deeply proud of this future sect master, and his heart was full of pride, in this era when genius was like stars, which young talent dared to wave a sword to ask the sky and challenge the left sacrifice of the grassland? Which young hero dared to take the lead and ask Tianqing Si and the only successor of the Hinayana Buddhism to abdicate and make way for Xian? With this state of mind and courage alone, Zhong Li is worthy of the first generation of people in the world!

Of course, we can't talk about anything else until we can leave the town alive today.

Mo Qiuyang didn't leave Panlong Town for too long, after half a cup of tea, the two golden thunderbolts stretched for thousands of miles, and the sea of clouds completely collapsed and fell into the mortal world!

On the wall of the north gate of the town, Zhong Li took the lead, and Zhou Zhe followed by the dry sea, facing the scene in front of him like the end of the world, with a solemn expression, but the corners of his mouth showed a sneer.

When the sea of clouds fell into the air, Mo Qiuyang suddenly found that the Liancheng Great Array outside the town had slowly disappeared, and the golden shield disappeared with the wind after disappearing a few times, so he couldn't help frowning, according to his estimates, after Qian Fuzi's death, the Yuan Spirit could at least support a stick of incense for another time, there was no reason to dissolve it in advance, and Zhou Zhe and Kuhai didn't look like people who would be tied up.

However, Mo Qiuyang has been crisscrossing the continent for more than a hundred years, and what kind of strange things have already been experienced, whether it is the other party's bent on death, Yuan Ling's non-continuation, or another move, under full confidence, he will not let him change his moves, so the thunderbolt slashed towards the town at a faster speed, and the sea of clouds did not follow in a hurry!

However, the next scene was something that Mo Qiuyang never expected.

After the golden light of the protective body of the Liancheng Great Array disintegrated, a faint breeze in the town slowly spread from the city wall in all directions.

The breeze is not fast, but a little gentle, such as the spring in the original meeting, like the sigh in the ears of a lover, which makes people just want to indulge in it and enjoy it silently.

However, it was such a clear wind, when two lightning bolts like golden dragons rushed into it, it was not affected in the slightest, on the other hand, those two thunderbolts were assimilated into gusts of wind, and disappeared without even making a sound!

Mo Qiuyang frowned, feeling a little tricky for the first time today.

At this moment, clouds smashed into the area of the breeze like a torrential rain.

The wind whirls the clouds, and the breeze does not move!

Big, small, black, brown, all kinds of clouds as if they had never existed at all, turned into a drizzle by the breeze, and blown into the mortal world!

The townspeople only felt that the sky suddenly brightened, and as a drizzle fell, the town regained daylight!

The technique of lead cloud hanging ink has been broken!

However, what made Mo Qiuyang feel even more troublesome was that as the breeze blew through his body, a feeling of weakness that had not appeared for decades actually resurfaced!

After a cultivator entered the Transcendent Knowing Realm, unless he fought with his life, the True Yuan was almost inexhaustible, but at this time, Mo Qiuyang actually felt that he was flying in the air and began to consume the Yuan Spirit! Normally, these losses were almost negligible!

As the Yuan Spirit in his body continued to be lost, Mo Qiuyang had no other way, and slowly fell from the sky and stood in front of the north gate of the town.

So, after fighting for a long time, Zhou Zhe and Kuhai looked down at Mo Qiuyang from above for the first time.

Zhong Li turned around, saluted Kuhai and Zhou Zhe, who had collapsed and sat down, and said, "Mr. has worked hard, Master has worked hard." ”

Kuhai reluctantly smiled as a salute, while Zhou Zhe had already lost consciousness from exhaustion.

"Mr. Mo, welcome to the world," Zhong Li looked at the dignified Bai Haizuo Sacrifice condescendingly, and asked with a slight mockery, "How does it feel to return to the Zhiwei Realm?"

Under the city wall, Mo Qiuyang understood Zhong Li's technique in an instant, so he smiled and asked, "Return to Tibet and pardon order?"

"That's right, I burned all the Yuan Spirits in Fan Fence and Liancheng Town, and with the help of Master Kuhai and Mr. Zhou, I finally succeeded in activating the Returning to Tibet Pardon Decree that could pull Lord Zuo Sacrifice down from the clouds! Although it was only a stick of incense, it was enough!" Zhong Li stood with his hands in his hands, his tone calm and confident, not losing half a point to the second person in the grassland under the city.

"Next, isn't it time for Mr. Che, the first person in the Great Zhou Dynasty Zhiwei Realm, to make his debut?" Mo Qiuyang said with a smile, slowly raising his hands, "It's just that Miss Zhong, you still miscalculated a little, when I return to Zhiwei, then the first Zhiwei is naturally me." ”

Between the palms, a blue light long sword composed of Yuan Ling suddenly flashed, shining in the world.