Mo House, door.

Zhao Jiuge took Mo Ling'er up the steps made of big bluestone, and the two big stone lions were still standing quietly at the door of the Mo Mansion, but the breath of the eight men in black clothes and light armor at the door became different, and a solemn aura spread from the Mo Mansion, and Zhao Jiuge's face was full of doubts.

As he walked up the steps and prepared to enter the Mofu compound, Zhao Jiuge found that the eyes of the eight lightly armored men guarding the door were all focused on his body, looking at the unfriendly look in their eyes, his puzzled face sank slightly, the changes in the Mofu compound should be related to himself, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked towards the courtyard calmly.

Compound.

As soon as he came in, the cold hairs on Zhao Jiuge's body stood up, Zheng Jie was like a pair of poisonous snakes at this time, waiting for a long time and waiting for his prey, his momentum exploded, and he stepped forward and stared at Zhao Jiuge tightly.

Hearing the footsteps, everyone raised their heads and looked at Zhao Jiuge, the young man's slightly immature face changed color tightly, and immediately he looked light and breezy again, like a lonely boat tossed in the waves, no matter how dangerous you are, I will not move.

Looking around, in addition to Mo Longjie and several old people of the Mo family, there were dozens of light-armored and black-clothed generals standing in the courtyard, Mo Longjie looked calm at this time, he couldn't see what he was thinking, and he couldn't guess any emotions, in addition to Mo Lao and Yao Lao, there were also a few old people, who looked at Zhao Jiuge with different expressions of watching the show at this time.

As for the dozens of men in black and light armor behind him, they were probably infected by Zheng Jie, the general of the family, and their whole bodies were full of murderous momentum, staring at Zhao Jiuge with ill intentions on their faces.

A gust of wind rose, blowing the leaves in the courtyard, looking at this formation, Zhao Jiuge seemed to understand something in his heart, as if he didn't understand anything, his face seemed calm, but he swept towards everyone with a little stubbornness, but he was silent, because of the pride in his heart.

The high-spirited Zheng Jie looked at Zhao Jiuge's face, trying to see a trace of nervousness and uneasiness in the eyes of the ten-year-old boy in front of him, but he was disappointed, the young man was as calm as ever, and at the same time, thinking of putting on such a formation, the young man's reaction was that he didn't take himself seriously, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

"Zhao Jiuge, I have always heard that you are young, and your ability to forge your body and make blood and your spiritual power are very extraordinary, today I, Zheng Jie, the leader of the Mo family, came to receive the teaching. With both hands clenched into fists, a shirt fluttering lightly in the wind, a good killing momentum, with that handsome face, indescribable flavor, those Mo family generals looked at Zheng Jie with admiration, and even a few old people of the Mo family who were strange to Zhao Jiuge had a smile on their faces, their eyes flashed, and they nodded gently.

Zhao Jiuge's pupils moved slightly, and he still didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Longjie, Mo Longjie had been calming his face and didn't know what to think, and at this time he found that Zhao Jiuge looked at himself and explained with a chuckle, "Oh yes, Zheng Jie came to me this morning because of the matter of the three appointments next month, the last place was not given to him, and he wanted to compete with you for the last place." After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Jiuge intently, there was some inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and Zhao Jiuge was a little surprised and strange when he saw it in his eyes.

Seeing that he had made enough gestures and challenged Zhao Jiuge didn't even look at himself, Zheng Jieqi's nose was crooked, his eyes were even more gloomy, and he swore to give some color when he competed so that Zhao Jiuge could take a look.

The backyard of the Mo family, the martial arts arena.

Zhao Jiuge and Zheng Jie looked at each other, and had more or less opinions on what Zheng Jie did, although he was usually modest, it did not mean that he had no pride in his bones, Zhao Jiuge had always developed a character of revenge and revenge, love and hate.

"Commander Zheng, come on. The surrounding generals shouted in unison. Mo Ling'er was not to be left behind, and shouted loudly, "Brother Jiuge, come on, Ling'er is optimistic about you." The two little hands were still waving, and the delicate little face was full of a faint little face, and there was indeed some worry in the dark eyes.

Hearing Mo Ling'er's lovely shout, the lake surface that originally looked like a wave of calm seemed to be thrown into it by a small pebble, causing a layer of ripples, rippling up, and the corners of his mouth smiled lightly.

At this moment, Zheng Jie moved, and with a bang, an invisible spiritual power fluctuation spread, stirring in this martial arts arena, his clothes rattled, his right hand was lightly raised, and the spiritual power of his whole body was running at high speed, injected into the thick knife in his hand, pacing up, rushing towards Zhao Jiuge, only to see an afterimage in front of Zhao Jiuge in a blink of an eye, holding it high and splitting, the big knife was like a round of silver moon breaking through the sky, and the fast and steady big knife rubbed against the air in the air, making a piercing sound.

Watching Zheng Jie move and slash the knife, Zhao Jiuge was still standing quietly, the black clothes on his body were fluctuating by the aura, swinging gently, the big knife in front of him was from far to near, and the heavy big knife in his dark eyes was also changing from small to large, the light of spiritual power was slightly dazzling, and his pupils were gently retracted, hey, the light cyan long sword behind him was lightly drawn, buzzing as if the long sword couldn't wait, and he was also eager to fight.

In the blink of an eye, the big sword had been slashed in front of him, and the right hand holding the long sword stabbed lightly, the tip of the sword was accurately pointed at the tip of the big sword, and the long sword exuded a pale cyan light, not as dazzling as the spiritual light of the big sword, one was like a silver moon whistling, and the other was like the light of a grain of rice gently stabbed on the blade.

"Bang" seemed to be a bland contact, but there was a loud noise, Zhao Jiuge did not retreat a step, and the spiritual power of the whole body was also constantly running to the whole body, and the gravity of Zheng Jie's volley slashed down, and the whole body was unharmed, but the cracks like small snakes bent and zigzagged from the soles of Zhao Jiuge's feet and spread from all around.

As soon as Zheng Jie arrived, the whole tiger's mouth was numb, he took three steps backwards, exhaled a light breath of turbidity, his color became solemn, and he looked at the young man in front of him who was a head shorter than himself, but he didn't expect that his spiritual power was not as strong as others.

The battle between the two in the field seemed to be slow, and everyone outside the field saw it for a moment, and the generals in black light armor looked stunned, but they didn't expect that the usually majestic commander would still have the upper hand, and they all stopped talking and laughing at the young man in the field. Mo Ling'er looked at the scene in front of her, smiled lightly, revealed two small dimples, showed white teeth, and had a faint flush on her cheeks, as if she was the one who was fighting in the field.

Mo Longjie's expression still did not change, Mo Lao was still smiling, but the expressions of the other old people also became deeper, and they looked at the field without saying a word.

Licking his lips and gritting his teeth, Zheng Jie rushed over again, and the spiritual power of his whole body frantically poured into his right hand, instilling it into the heavy big knife in his hand, ready to fight quickly.

Zhao Jiuge watched Zheng Jie rush over desperately, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the light in his eyes was also condensed, looking at Zheng Jie with all his might, he was not ready to keep his hand, and again and again, again and again, Zhao Jiuge also began to feel angry, and it would be boring to get too much of something!

Relying on his excellent physical fitness, he ran past Zheng Jie, and came to Zheng Jie's face as soon as he arrived at the afterimage, Zheng Jie lost his mind slightly, and praised the fast speed in his heart, and then in Zheng Jie's wide eyes, he kicked to the chest, and then lost his center in the chest, Zheng Jie fell to the ground with a bang and slid backwards for a few meters, wow, blood spit out, remaining at the corner of his mouth, his right hand supported the ground, and he stood up.

Zhao Jiuge's right hand holding the pale cyan long sword shook slightly, and a few sword flowers came out dazzlingly, only to see Zheng Jie's clothes tear apart with a few sounds, but it did not hurt the skin, and the control of spiritual power alone made people embarrassed.

Then ignoring everyone, Yun walked towards his room lightly, the young man's back at this time was so tall in the eyes of everyone, but Zhao Jiuge didn't care at this time, with so many days of cultivation, to Dongyang City, Zhao Jiuge is not the first time to cultivate.

I also know that the exercises are high and low, some exercises can not be cultivated in their lifetimes, and some can make people soar, and as the longer the practice of the Sanskrit Heart Sutra exercises, the more Zhao Jiuge understands the difference between this exercises, but now his cultivation is low, and many things have not been able to understand, and it is natural to defeat Zheng Jie, although he is in the late stage of the same blood realm, but the spiritual power of his own exercises is more pure and vigorous, thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge can't help but be grateful in his heart, his own master, without him, he will not embark on this road, although the future is difficult but he does not regret it。