In the secret room, Zhao Zhijing saw Ma Yu, whose hair was already a little gray, and the tears in his eyes suddenly felt slightly strange in his heart. The pen fun www.biquge.info pavilion then turned around and left the secret room silently, as for the secret book of the innate skill, he already knew it, and at this time he returned to the Quanzhen Sect, although it was not the original, but it was still very important for the Quanzhen Seven Sons at this time.

Zhao Zhijing, who stepped out of the secret room, looked up at the stars in the sky and the bright moon, the corners of Zhao Zhijing's mouth smiled slightly, although he couldn't be like the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, put everything on the Quanzhen Sect, but it was also what he should do to find the innate power for him. With a hint of joy in his heart, Zhao Zhijing's steps became brisk, and he walked quickly towards his own courtyard.

Pushing open the door of the house, an oil lamp on the table was still bright, but Li Mochou, who was supposed to be in the house, disappeared, his eyes swept over the sword rack in the room, and only his own Purple Emperor Sword was on the sword rack, and Li Mochou's long sword was gone. Looking at everything in the room, it was obvious that Li Mochou was in a hurry when he left, even the oil lamp was not extinguished, and wisps of heat were still bubbling from a teacup on the table.

Zhao Zhijing's face suddenly turned grim, and he reached out and grabbed the Purple Emperor Sword on the sword rack outside Zhang Xu and suddenly rose into the air and landed in Zhao Zhijing's hand like white jade. Grabbing the Purple Emperor Sword in one hand, the white jade-like fingers flicked their fingers, and suddenly a tiny finger swept out, the burning oil lamp was suddenly extinguished, and there was only a wisp of moonlight shining in from the window in the room in an instant.

But Zhao Zhijing at this moment did not have the slightest sense of appreciation. When the figure flashed out, the door was closed with a wave of the wide sleeves.

Zhongnan Mountain at night is different from the beauty of the sunrise, but Zhao Zhijing at this time did not have the slightest appreciation, his eyes looked for the traces left by Li Mochou, and his figure was like a cheetah in a flash, quickly passing through the mountains and forests.

Zhao Zhijing's white figure was particularly conspicuous in the night, but Zhao Zhijing didn't pay attention at all at this time, he blended in with the mountains and forests with his restrained breath, and between the flickering figures, even the birds sleeping on the treetops didn't notice that there were figures flashing around him, but he felt the slightest breeze blowing, and then he was immersed in his own dreams.

At the time of a cup of tea, Zhao Zhijing had already walked out of a lot of distance. At this moment, there was a clanging sound not far away, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing's face was solemn, obviously there were people fighting not far away, and one of Zhao Zhijing's feelings was Li Mochou. Thinking in his heart, Zhao Zhijing's figure flashed like a white light, looking for the sound **** out.

The figure stopped on a waist-thick tree, Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes, and saw a flat ground in front of him, and the two stood opposite each other. One of them was dressed in a red dress, and a three-foot long sword in his hand glowed in the moonlight, and this person was Li Mochou. On the opposite side is a monk in his thirties, wearing a yellow monk's robe draped over his body, and at a glance his clothes and face are not from the Central Plains, and Zhao Zhijing saw the monk for the first time when he went down the mountain.

Under the moonlight, Li Mochou, although he looked at the monk in front of him with a long sword in his eyes, there was already a trace of sweat on his smooth forehead, although he knew that he was not this person's opponent, but Li Mochou still had his own persistence.

At this moment, I saw the monk opposite him put his hands together and saluted: "The female donor has also chased the poor monk for a short distance, I don't know what the female donor is talking about?"

"Monk, it's definitely not a good thing to break into Chongyang Palace at night, so what are you doing in Chongyang Palace?" As he spoke, the long sword in Li Mochou's hand pointed directly at the monk, and his eyes were full of cold light. If Li Mochou's temper was used, she would naturally not care why this person went to Chongyang Palace, but at this time, she was all about Zhao Zhijing. The so-called love house and Wu, naturally they will not have a good impression of this monk who broke into Chongyang Palace at night.

Feeling the cold light in Li Mochou's eyes and the wisps of murderous aura on the long sword in his hand, the smile on the monk's face remained unchanged and said slowly: "The killing intent on the face of the female benefactor, why not follow the poor monk to the Evil Temple to practice, and become a Buddha with a butcher's knife in the direction, maybe there will be a female Bodhisattva in this river and lake." ”

Suddenly, Li Mochou snorted coldly under the moonlight, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, and the tip of the sword with cold light suddenly pierced the air and arrived in front of the monk's eyes. I saw that this person still had a compassionate smile on his face, and the arm in the monk's robe slowly stretched out. Looking at it slowly, but extremely fast, the next moment I saw that the long sword that Li Mochou stabbed out was caught by two slender fingers.

Suddenly, the cold light in Li Mochou's eyes was even more like cold ice, the true qi in his body suddenly ran rapidly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly roared, breaking free from the two fingers of the monk, and the fiery figure flashed, and it turned out to be the monk Xu.

The monk who withdrew his arm, the smile on his face was even bigger, and he slowly spoke: "The female benefactor should follow me to practice Buddhism!" The voice was still echoing, and his yellow figure was already flashing, and his five fingers stretched out with one hand with wisps of golden light, grabbing Li Mochou. Seeing that he was about to catch Li Mochou's body, the smile on the monk's face was even bigger.

Under the moonlight, Li Mochou was holding a long sword, his face was grim, and he looked at the rapidly approaching monk, without the slightest place to dodge, and some were just a sharp long sword in his hand.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding in the tree, jumped out quickly with a white figure, and his slender arms were cast like white jade, shining with wisps of light in the moonlight, and he smashed down with a punch at the fast-coming monk. There was no wind and thunder, and there was no energy to roll, and the huge power was condensed on the jade-colored fist, and the power was under this silent complexion.

Feeling the power of Zhao Zhijing's punch, the figure of the monk did not stop, but the arm that grabbed Li Mochou suddenly flipped over, and the slender five fingers had wisps of gold, like dragon claws, and grabbed Zhao Zhijing in the air.

Bang! The fists and claws intersected, and the figures of Zhao Zhijing and the monk retreated as soon as they touched, and Zhao Zhijing's white figure was already standing in front of Li Mochou, looking at the monk opposite, with a slight smile on his face. The monk opposite Zhao Zhijing had a compassionate smile on his face, but his arm under the monk's robe trembled slightly at this time, and a numb breath slowly emanated. There was a hint of jealousy in the eyes that looked at Zhao Zhijing.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing, there was also a hint of surprise under his smiling face, the cultivation of the monk in front of him was not low, and he made a quick move with himself, but the strength and artistic conception in it were not owned by the acquired person. If it weren't for the fact that he benefited from the remnants of the jade in the sea, he could only have a draw with him at this moment. (To be continued.) )