The three dwarf Taoist priests are an old man, a middle-aged man and a teenager, the boy and the middle-aged man are both armed with long swords, and the elderly Taoist priest is holding a dustbrush. This is the person who is not only not tall, but also looks similar. Although there were only three of them, and they didn't use any powerful secret arts, the green-clothed secret people who besieged them didn't dare to approach easily, as if they were worried about something.

"Mo Laodao, you don't have to struggle anymore, although we can't help you now, but you can't escape from our encirclement! Of course, you two adults can also choose to leave, but this little doll will never be able to escape. The green-clothed secret man at the head said, "You can just tie your hands and arrest it! When our people are gathered, it is estimated that you will die an ugly death!"

The old Taoist priest known as "Mo Lao Dao" smiled, but he didn't care about the other party's intimidation: "Do you boys have the ability to do this? You are not afraid that our Seven Star Sect will serve you in one pot! In my eyes, the few of you who are left had better not come, and if you come, you will be sent to death!"

Chen Feng listened to Mo Laodao's words and was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet Tang Xing's sect here. In front of him, the situation of the people in the Seven Star Gate was a little bad, and he was deeply favored by Tang Xing, so he should come forward to help. However, with his own cultivation, if he stepped forward to send him to death, it would be useless at all. It would be stupid to rush out like that. It seems that the last resort is to wait and see if there is a chance to help.

In the interval between Mo Laodao's words, the dust in his hand waved, and a soft wind rolled out from the middle, blocking a strong poisonous dart thrown behind the young man in the crowd.

Although everyone is at the level of secret disciples, the people on the periphery are obviously afraid of Mo Laodao's strength, and they dare not attack fiercely, blindly seeking stability, in a vain attempt to consume the other party, or their own reinforcements will come quickly, and they are worried that someone from the Upper Seven Sects will really come to support, so the six people formed a strange formation, each of them summoned a wisp of black line with a fishy smell to attack the three of them, and occasionally took advantage of the other party's inattention to throw a poison dart and other hidden weapons in the rivers and lakes. Their goal is also very clear, mainly to attack the young man and the middle-aged Taoist priest, so that Mo Lao Dao frequently saves them in danger, so as to seek opportunities.

The long sword in the hand of the middle-aged Taoist priest also faintly flashed with thunder, and what he cultivated turned out to be the secret technique of the thunder sword, which could completely withstand the black line that shot at him. Although the long sword in the young man's hand also had thunder light, it was much weaker, even if he wielded it well, but it was a little reluctant to resist the vicious attack. But the young man hung a white jade pendant around his neck, and whenever he attacked closely, the jade pendant would emit a stream of blue light, which was just able to offset the black line that attacked, and with Mo Laodao's help from the side, it was also thrilling.

The dust whisk in Mo Laodao's hand is the thing that the green-clothed secret man fears the most. The whisk is fluorescent throughout, and the fluorescence can easily remove the black lines as soon as they come close. However, Mo Lao Dao, like the green-clothed secret, was also waiting for reinforcements, so although he was able to deal with them with ease, he also parried a lot, attacked less, had occasional leisure, and joked with the little Taoist, just like he didn't take the green-clothed secretman in his eyes. It's no wonder that the green-clothed secret people who besieged them this time are all beginner and middle-level secret disciples, and for an old guy like him who has been in the secret world for a long time, it really doesn't pose much of a threat.

The fight between the people in front of him was not very exciting, but it was also full of dangers, which was not something that Chen Feng could imagine. Chen Feng thought that if any of the people present were replaced by himself, it was very likely that he would immediately worry about his life. On the one hand, this is because Chen Feng's strength is weak, and the most important thing is that Chen Feng lacks experience in fighting with secret people.

Walking in the secret realm, knowing oneself and knowing oneself may not be able to do it completely, but if your eyes are black, you don't know how the opponent might make a move, and it is difficult to move an inch.

Just as Mo Laodao was swaying at will, a pink bead suddenly fell from the sky and exploded in the crowd. A puff of pink smoke immediately dispersed in all directions, enveloping the circle of fighting.

A faint bloody aura instantly penetrated into the nostrils of the three Daoists, and the middle-aged Daoist and the little Daoist were already unconscious in the blink of an eye, and Mo Lao Dao was the only one who used secret techniques to force the toxin, glaring at the poisoner.

On the opposite side of Mo Lao Dao, a young man dressed in green brocade appeared, with dark eyes, sunken cheeks, a thin body, a rickety back, and skin so white that there was no trace of blood, and he looked sick, as if a breeze would blow and blow it down. Especially his eyes, negative and decadent to the extreme, with his appearance, he seems to be a sick talent who has fallen off the list. But such a person made Chen Feng feel a kind of pressure and even a trace of fear in his heart!

"Poisonous boy!" After Mo Laodao saw the weak young man, his eyes suddenly narrowed viciously, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Hello Childe!" The pink smoke had already cleared, and the six green-clothed secrets were all fine, and when they saw the young man, they saluted one after another.

The poisonous boy didn't even look at the green-clothed secret who saluted him, he just waved his hand, and the green-clothed secret man retreated far away. Immediately, the poisonous boy glanced at Mo Lao Dao's dust with lazy and decadent eyes, and said in a lazy and extremely hoarse voice: "Mo Dao Chang, I still advise the Seven Star Gate not to go to the muddy waters of this trial." Our people from the Black Water Gate are coming soon, could it be that the Taoist still wants to have a fight with my junior sister?"

After the poisonous boy mentioned his junior sister, Mo Laodao's angry face suddenly turned red, and he shouted with some annoyance: "Don't use your junior sister to press me! My senior brother is also coming soon, and when the time comes, the Zhengqixingmen will naturally have to compete with the Heishui Gate." It's just that the poisonous boy poisoned my two disciples just now, and he has to give an explanation, right?" As soon as he mentioned his senior brother, Mo Laodao's waist pole seemed to be tied to the flagpole, and his body instantly straightened.

The poisonous boy was stunned: "In vain, you still call me a poisonous son, I am poisonous, what else do you want to say?"

Mo Laodao was furious, but he just "you...... You ......" can't say anything.

Chen Feng saw the style of the poisonous son, and thought to himself, the poisonous boy is so imposing, he can actually choke the other party with good strength like this! The fierce momentum must be based on strong strength, he wants to break through in the secret realm, if he can also have such momentum, maybe the future will be much brighter.

The poisonous boy turned his gaze to the two people lying on the ground, and finally fixed his gaze on the young man. The poisonous boy stepped forward and flicked his fingers, and the jade pendant on the young man's neck fell in response to the sound and fell into the hands of the poisonous son.