Chen Mo struck at Yan Le's face with one palm, and He Yingjie even pretended to be claws, wanting to grab the rags that Yan Le was surrounding his nose and mouth to cover his face, while the other people were sneaking back and forth, constantly harassing.

Yan Le kept dodging, and he was even more frightened and surprised in his heart, tilted his head to avoid He Yingjie's grasp, and saw that Chen Mo's palm had arrived, Yan Le did not hesitate, hurriedly turned around, and then jumped up, lifted his foot in the air, and kicked Chen Mo's chin, and He Yingjie also reacted quickly, and hurriedly attacked Yan Le.

Yan Le's expression was gloomy and he stepped back to defend, and the opponent's shot was even more ruthless, and the move was terrible, although he knew the gap between himself and the other party in his heart, but he didn't expect the gap to be so huge, and he could only parry when he hit, and there was no place to fight back.

Yan Le knew that the other party was afraid of attracting the attention of others, so he didn't move much, but this insidious and obscene move was even more used on himself, making him feel aggrieved, after all, it was all in the spirit gathering period without any supernatural powers, and exercises, just like a martial artist, but this move carried the true yuan power, so that Yan Le clearly knew that if he was beaten to the point, he was afraid that he would have to explain here.

"Hmph... I'll let you die a good death today" He Yingjie said coldly, without giving Yan Le any respite, and hurriedly rushed forward.

Yan Le secretly scolded the other party for being shameless, knowing that he was delaying, he really confessed, he must have it in his heart, looking at the other party rushing towards him, planning not to hide, facing He Yingjie, shouting in his heart, "Imperial Heavy Technique"

He Yingjie suddenly fell to the ground as if he had tripped over something, and several people who saw this scene hurriedly stopped their figures, puzzled in their hearts, but Yan Le was amused by He Yingjie's appearance.

"TM, what's going on" He Yingjie got up, looked at the few people around him with puzzled expressions and scolded.

Chen Mo glanced at He Yingjie like a waste, ignored the other party, and hurriedly called Yan Le, Yan Le tasted the benefits of supernatural powers, and hurriedly shouted at Chen Mo in his heart: "Imperial Heavy Technique"

Chen Mo paused again as he rushed towards Yan Le's footsteps, and was pressed down by the gravity that suddenly appeared on his body.

"You, you actually have magical powers," Chen Mo shouted in shock. And He Yingjie and the others even understood, and Qi Shabu looked at Yan Le with a shocked expression.

"Didn't I say you didn't believe me?" Yan Le sneered.

He Yingjie and Chen Mo glanced at each other, and suddenly their expressions became fanatical, I don't know if it was because of excitement or fear, their bodies trembled, and the other people were also looking at Yan Le with fiery eyes.

"God help me, haha, good" Chen Mo looked ecstatic, said hello three times in a row, and couldn't hold back the excitement and blazing in his heart anymore, and transported the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Gathering Spirit, and He Yingjie and the others also hurriedly transported the cultivation.

Yan Le looked at a few people in surprise, and was even more surprised that a few people were not hiding their cultivation for the sake of the supernatural exercises.

"The supernatural power exercise must be mine, I will kill you before I alarm others, you don't want to leave alive today"

Looking at the scenery of the leaves flying all over the place because of a few people carrying up the cultivation, and the slightest sense of oppression, he hurriedly ran back, he just dared to fight with the other five people here, because the other party was afraid that he would go to the Punishment Division to report them, and he was also afraid of alarming others, so he didn't dare to use the spiritual power of practicing qi cultivation to make peace with himself, and now he dared to break out his cultivation with such fanfare, is he really not afraid that this matter will be exposed?

Seeing that the other party's seventh-layer palm came over, Yan Le already knew the answer, felt the huge palm qi coming from behind him, and hurriedly shouted: "Imperial Heavy Technique"

Chen Mo slammed his palm and hit the big tree next to him, and the big tree was also shattered and broken by Chen Mo's seventh-layer palm, Yan Le gasped, scolded secretly, and continued to run forward.

Chen Mo looked at Yan Le's embarrassed and dodging back fiercely, he had no intention of fighting head-on with himself at all, and every time he hit him, he was beaten by the other party's magic power and lost his body control, and he was ruthless in his heart, pulled out the big tree next to him, and went directly to the other party.

Yan Le felt the whirring wind behind him and the squeak of broken trees, and hurriedly urged the cultivation of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation to dodge while shouting at the big tree in the air: "Imperial Heavy Technique!"

Looking at the big tree that was still past him, he fell directly in mid-air like a strange way, quickly took out a cold knife from his storage bag, and slashed it through the air, and with this knife, the air in the air suddenly condensed into the shape of a knife and rushed over.

Yan Le didn't want to use the Imperial Heavy Technique on the sword qi in the air, but the sword qi rushing in the air did not stop at all because of the Imperial Heavy Technique, Yan Le was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pulled up the big tree next to him and threw it towards the sword qi.

Seeing that the big tree that was still past by himself was cut down by the waist, he continued to rush towards him, and without thinking about it, he pulled up another big tree, looked at the knife qi that had already arrived in front of him, and hit it directly.

With a bang, the big tree in his hand exploded to smithereens, and Yan Le flew upside down because of the explosion of the collision. He Yingjie and the others saw that the other party's divine power was useless against the sword qi, and said happily: "I didn't expect that Brother Chen would actually condense his qi."

Yan Le froze the upside-down figure, frowned, looked a little painful, hurriedly turned around and spit out a mouthful of blood, listening to what He Yingjie said, he knew in his heart that this condensation was the first time he was in the martial arts sect, he fought with Xiao Dong, forced the other party to unseal and cultivate, and hit the palm shadow in the air, although this condensation was not good, but it was precious and abnormal for them.

Chen Mo ignored He Yingjie's exclamation, watched the other party vomit blood from his body that was beaten by his own condensation, and continued to slash at the other party without hesitation.

Yan Le's face was pale, and there were beads of sweat overflowing on his forehead, he touched the rags that were still on his mouth and nose, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little calm, he endured the weakness and pain caused by the injuries on his body, bit the tip of his tongue, and hurriedly used the imperial weight technique against Chen Mo, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel that his body was heavy, his movements were slow, and he felt that the knife in his hand couldn't be lifted no matter how he lifted it.

He Yingjie and the others took advantage of this time, their faces were full of fierceness, and they hurriedly rushed towards Yan Le.

Yan Le looked at He Yingjie and the others who rushed over, and said calmly: "Imperial Heavy Technique"

Feeling the pressure of more than 100 catties suddenly appeared on his body, he hurriedly used his hands to support his body that was about to lie down, fortunately he was prepared, otherwise he would be ugly again.

And Chen Mo continued to carry up the cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation, struggling with the heavy pressure and sense of restraint on his body.

Yan Le felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and bit the tip of his tongue again, staying awake, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and nose, knowing that he had become like this because he controlled five people and was constantly overdrawn, he looked at the few people who were bound by his Imperial Heavy Technique with a calm expression, hurriedly turned around, and ran quickly.

Feeling that the heavy feeling on his body disappeared, Chen Mo looked at the figure that had disappeared in the night, clenched his fists, and slammed into the big tree beside him.

He Yingjie looked at the big tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl, which was broken by Chen Mo's anger, and said in fear: "Are you still chasing?"

"Chasing, can you catch up?" Chen Mo looked at He Yingjie coldly, and said coldly.

He Yingjie looked frightened, shrunk his neck, and didn't speak.

Chen Mo looked at the surrounding woods that were fighting more than himself, and said gloomily: "Hmph... Don't let me find out who you are"

Yan Le cautiously spared several corners, feeling that the other party was not chasing, he couldn't help but let go of his hanging heart, wiped his nose that was still bleeding, endured the feeling of weakness that was getting heavier and heavier in his body, and walked towards his room.

With a pale face, he immediately sat down cross-legged, constantly using his skills to heal his wounds, knowing that he was holding on to the big this time, he was also afraid and uneasy for a while, if it weren't for his supernatural powers, I was afraid that I would have been killed by those few people, I didn't expect that Chen Mo, who was just two levels higher than himself, would be so difficult to deal with.

Feeling the unexpected joy that he had reached the late stage of the fifth layer of Gathering Spirit because of this battle, Yan Le couldn't help but feel a little happy.

The next day

Yan Le opened his eyes, listened to the noisy noise outside calmly, took a deep breath, spit out the turbid breath of a night of healing, hurriedly took off the already tattered clothes on his body, changed into a clean gray shirt, washed the blood stains on his face in the basin, carefully fell to the ground, carried the blood water that had evaporated the true yuan power and poured it on the ground, and got up and walked out.

"Why do you want us to go to the Corrections Division, we didn't do anything"

"I'm innocent..."

"I heard that there was a fight in that place in the mountain spring last night."

"Really?"

"What I said can be fake, it's not just a fight, I also heard that the man stole the magic skills in the sect"

"Nonsense, the elder of the Outer Gate Punishment Division has spoken, let all the people above the fifth layer of the Spirit Gathering pass"

Yan Le frowned and listened to the crowd of discussions, and sneered in his heart: "This Chen Mo is really disgusting, this evil person's behavior of suing first, so that he does not dare to go to the Punishment Division, no matter what he says, believe it or not, the elders of the Punishment Department believe it or not, just because he has magical powers, he can't explain it clearly, this Chen Mo is really shameless."

Looking at a few miscellaneous disciples with a calm expression, they were taken away by the person with the words "Punishment Division" printed on them, Yan Le couldn't help but snort coldly: "It's good that I hide my cultivation, otherwise I'm afraid it will be a blessing and a disaster, it seems that my own supernatural power imperial heavy technique can no longer be used in the future" As he spoke, he walked to Chen Haoyu's door and raised his hand and knocked.

"Senior Brother Chen is me, are you here?"

Yan Le continued to knock again, feeling that there was no movement inside, and shouted that it was not good, knowing that the other party must have left the sect and went home to visit relatives, he looked up and saw that Chen Haoyu's sect was hanging a red lantern to welcome the New Year, and without thinking about it, he hurriedly ran towards the outer gate management office.

When he walked to the miscellaneous servant management office and saw the dozens of miscellaneous servants in gray clothes lining up in front of him, waiting for the steward's approval to go home to visit relatives, Yan Le looked over one by one anxiously.

Seeing that Chen Haoyu was not in the team, he was even more anxious, and he ran to the front in a hurry, and said to the person in the first place: "Hello senior brother, can you let me cut into the queue, I have something urgent."

The man glanced at Yan Le with disdain, loosened his shoulders and said helplessly, "Okay, who in your family died?"

Yan Le frowned, thinking that the other party was deliberately finding fault, but at this moment, there was a voice behind him that made people cry and laugh.

"Urgent, I also have an emergency, my grandfather died, my rush back, I don't even have time to look at my grandfather..."

"Me too, my wife is going to give birth, waiting for the money, I'm going to go back quickly, okay, let me join the queue" A person who looked obscene and didn't dare to compliment actually said that he had a wife, and the people around him were incredible.

"It's not yours for your wife to give birth to a baby"

"You're saying it again" The man was angry, staring at each other with big eyes.

Yan Le's head was a little big, and he was a little worried about Chen Haoyu in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that someone in the sect was guarding, Yan Le would want to sneak down the mountain, walking back and forth in a hurry, praying in his heart that Chen Haoyu would never be fine.

At this moment, Yan Le saw an acquaintance.