The four guards moved in unison, and did not use the spirit weapon, and directly rubbed their bodies with demonic energy.

They knew very well what the young man wanted, and there was nothing more painful for a monk than this.

Liu Zhongyang looked at them with a desperate expression, facing the siege of the four fake Dan monks, even if he could resist it, he would not be able to withstand it for long.

"Buzz!"

A strong aura descended on the ground, and the turbulent air rattled, and the figures of the four guards who rushed forward suddenly stopped, and involuntarily flew back upside down.

In the field, I don't know when there was an extra red-robed figure, and that breath came from its body, it was Wang Mo who noticed the movement in the shop.

There was a touch of horror in the eyes of the four guards, and they didn't even care to wipe the blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, poof, poof, and all of them knelt down on the ground, just like Liu Zhongyang before.

When Liu Zhongyang saw this suddenly appearing figure, he became excited, crawled up to him with his hands and feet, and was about to speak.

But Wang Mo waved his hand to stop, seeing this situation, Liu Zhongyang hurriedly went to see the middle-aged man who was seriously injured and fell to the ground before.

When the young man saw Wang Mo appear, he couldn't help but turn pale in the face of the coercion, but he was not as unbearable as the four guards, staring at Wang Mo and saying in a deep voice: "Do you know who this sect is?"

The strange thing is that from the neck of this young man, a small snake head poked out, scarlet eyes, emerald golden snake skin, swallowing scarlet snake letters, staring at Wang Mo deadly.

"Get out!" Wang Mo simply spit out a word, the cold glint in his eyes flashed, and his eyes vaguely swept over his cuffs, where there was a bloody flame, and a ghost pattern with teeth and claws inside.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just settled down at this time, Wang Mo would have already killed him, not to mention that the other party's identity was not simple at first glance, otherwise he would not be so arrogant in the shop.

He didn't even look at the emerald gold little snake, it was just a third-order early demon beast, which provoked him and killed the other party in a snap.

"You...... Hmph!" The young man's expression froze, and a touch of gloom crossed his eyes, but when he saw Wang Mo staring at him coldly, his mouth full of cruel words finally turned into a cold snort.

The sleeve robe was flicked fiercely, and the four guards who were lying on the ground didn't even look at it, and then dodged out.

The four guards were dripping with sweat on their faces, but they didn't dare to move, they were not fools, they could be arrogant when they had their masters, but in the face of this strong man who didn't even sell face to their masters, they could only put on a low posture as low as possible in order to survive.

"Who did it?" The divine sense swept over the middle-aged man on the ground, Wang Mo recognized that this was the second-layer deacon, and saw that he was helpless.

Although he would not do anything to the young grandmaster, his subordinates were not so lucky.

Hu Yanlie is not a good-tempered person, if the other party kills someone here and doesn't even say anything, it will be too unreasonable, not to mention, he Wang Mo has never been a person who is obedient.

When the four guards heard this, their whole bodies trembled, but three of them looked at one of them in unison, and the man noticed the gaze of his companion, and hurriedly climbed forward with his hands and feet, and kowtowed violently and begged for mercy: "The seniors spare their lives, and the younger ones also act according to orders......!"

"Kill to pay for your life!" Wang Mo looked at him and coldly spit out four words.

His left hand poked down and slapped his skull directly with his flesh, and with a shattering sound, the man's begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

Wang Mo flexed his fingers and clenched his claws, and with a whoosh, his fake pill flew out of it, and the blood on it was swirling, obviously his divine soul that had not dispersed.

Without even looking at it, he took out a jade box and put it away, although the fake pill is nothing to the current green skin, but it is better than nothing, and it is just a snack.

"Get out!" Looking at the three people who looked at him with fear on their faces, Wang Mo said coldly.

Although what they did was understandable, he really couldn't look down on such soft bones, and out of sight was pure.

"Thank you, senior!"

"Thank you seniors for not killing!"

"Thank you......"

The three of them hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, and ran out in a row, as false Dan monks, completely forgetting how they looked high in front of the low-ranking monks.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, Liu Zhongyang took a few steps forward, his eyes swept over the corpse of the middle-aged man on the ground, and looked up at Wang Mo with a little apprehension: "Dongjia, this ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Mo reached out and took the storage bag of the dead guard, poked out his divine sense to remove the meaning of the divine consciousness that remained on it, and threw it to Liu Zhongyang.

"Good life burial, these are for his family, if ...... Forget it, let his child have a good life and cultivate!" Wang Mo wanted to say that his child would come here to take over, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his mouth.

"Yes, Zhongyang will do it!" Liu Zhongyang took the storage bag, looked at the middle-aged man on the ground with a little relief, and then grabbed it, and took the body of the guard out of the second floor.

He knew very well how many resources a False Dan Monk's storage bag contained would be enough for one or even several more Foundation Cultivators to emerge from his descendants.

After such a thing, the voice of the shop naturally can't go on, so it can only close early and reopen tomorrow.

Seeing that a group of servants were busy cleaning, Wang Mo walked to several corners and other hidden places, and looked at the array ban arranged by Hu Yanlie earlier, with a look of thought in his eyes.

After inspecting the circle, Wang Mo returned to the refining room, prepared a treasure that should be used to refine the array plate, and began to refine the array plate.

Since you have made up your mind to cultivate here, it is natural to build your residence into a solid place, at least so that today's events cannot happen again.

......

Smack!

A sound of a teacup breaking sounded from the room, followed by a hideous roar: "Bastard, dare to let Benzong go?

The breath that rolled out of it frightened the three guards standing outside the door, trembling all over their bodies, and they involuntarily shrunk their necks, and they didn't make a sound very knowingly.

At this moment, an old man walked into this courtyard, as if his whole face was smiling, his eyes were narrow and shining, it was Yang Weihong.

"Meet Grandmaster Yang!" the three guards hurriedly stepped forward and bowed when they saw someone coming.

"You guys go down first!" Yang Weihong first glanced at the room without a trace, and then waved his hand slightly to the three of them.

"Yes!" The three of them couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere for a long time, not to mention the aura that the person in the room exuded from time to time, which also made them quite uncomfortable.

Seeing Yang Weihong speak, he hurriedly saluted again and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard.

Yang Weihong paced to the door of the house, did not knock on the door, and directly pushed open the door and entered the inner room.

"Whoever let you in, get out of the ......" I saw a young man with blood-red eyes and a hideous face smashing things, sensing the movement, and turned his head and shouted.

Looking at his face, it was the young grandmaster in the scorching sun shop.

But when he saw Yang Weihong, his expression was slightly embarrassed and he swept across the mess, and hurriedly changed his words: "Senior Brother Yang, I ......"

"Alas, Senior Brother Lu, it's okay!" Yang Weihong waved his hand slightly, not caring at all.

"Senior Brother Yang, are you here for something?" Facing Yang Weihong, the man surnamed Lu seemed to have lost his temper and said respectfully.

"It's also to blame for my brother, I shouldn't let you go to find that Huyan Lao'er, this old boy has always had a bad temper, otherwise it won't affect his disciples!" Yang Weihong looked remorseful, and sighed repeatedly.

Listening to what he meant, it turned out that he asked the man surnamed Lu to find 'Hu Yanlie', but he didn't know why he was like this.

"How can Senior Brother Yang blame you? That Huyan Liete is hateful, but he killed a low-level monk, and he treated me like this, and when he returns to the sect, he will definitely let the senior brothers be angry for me and bring back the blood spirit refining grass!"

Thinking of the appearance of running away in embarrassment in the scorching sun trading house, there was a nameless fire rising in his heart, and he couldn't wait to break the corpse of 'Hu Yanlie' into thousands of pieces.

"Don't don't, Senior Brother Lu, if you go back and talk about it, you senior brothers will come to vent for you, that Huyan Lao'er, as a refining master, must have a lot of secret treasures on his body, and he is also a monk in the late stage of the Jiedan, if there is trouble, won't it make my eldest brother embarrassed with me?" Yang Weihong waved his hand again and again to persuade him, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his slitted eyes from time to time.

"Secret treasure?" The man surnamed Lu's eyes lit up, and then asked, "Senior Brother Yang, does this Huyan Lao'er really have a secret treasure?"

"This ......" Yang Weihong looked embarrassed, as if he wanted to say it, but he was afraid of arousing the interest of the man surnamed Lu, so he didn't want to say it, and he didn't want to lie to him.

"Senior Brother Yang will tell the junior brother to listen, you also know that this secret treasure has always been rare, and the younger brother has never seen a few of them, let alone owned, but he just wants to know what kind of secret treasure this is!" The man surnamed Lu saw that he was embarrassed and hurriedly explained.

"It's not a secret, I don't know what secret treasures Huyan Lao'er has, it's just that this old boy came to my firm to buy refining materials a month ago, and he accidentally said that he leaked his mouth, and he was known by his brother!" Yang Weihong said with an embarrassed face.

"That's it!" The man surnamed Lu flashed with disappointment in his eyes, and slowly turned his head away, as if thinking about something.

It's just that the faint resentment that flashed in his eyes happened to be seen by Yang Weihong, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tilt slightly, revealing a rather meaningful smile, which was fleeting.

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Lu......" Yang Weihong pretended not to see it, was silent for a while, and saw that he still looked thoughtful, and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Ah...... Senior Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I just thought of a little cultivation problem!" The man surnamed Lu was startled, and then turned his head slightly embarrassed.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Lu is worthy of being a genius of the sect, and he doesn't forget to cultivate at any time when he is so young and has such achievements!" Yang Weihong smiled slightly and praised.

"Where, where, Senior Brother Yang praised it falsely!" The man surnamed Lu said modestly, but the smug look in his eyes was fully revealed.

"That's it, Senior Brother Lu, don't be angry, I arranged a few good stoves for your brother, enjoy it well, and practice should also combine work and rest!" Yang Weihong patted him on the shoulder and said with a faint smile.