Chapter 167: Reactions of the Parties

"They came to the door to steal food, and you killed them all, even ...... Even...... Didn't leave a single person alive?" Mo Yuanji felt that things were going to get bigger, and killing people from the military was not an ordinary thing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"We don't have to panic too much, after all, it's what they are looking for first, and besides, with their rabble, how dare they tear their faces with our faction?" The Great Elder arched his hand and said to Mo Yuanji, in his eyes, this head is full of prestige, but sometimes it is too much to gain and lose, and it is difficult to grasp the proportions.

Mo Yuanji wandered back and forth on it, and sighed, "I hope this is not what the imperial court meant, otherwise our sect will be in trouble!"

More than a dozen elders are you look at me, I look at you, and they don't realize the seriousness of the matter in the slightest.

"Report, master, the three elders have escorted the grain and grass back!" a disciple announced outside the door.

Mo Yuanji waved his hand and motioned for this disciple to step down.

The third elder strode in and arched his hand forward, "I've seen Senior Brother Sect Master!"

"I've seen all the junior brothers!" The fist he held did not move, and he went back and forth left and right for half a circle.

"I don't know if my junior brother's trip will go well?" Mo Yuanji smiled on his face, without the slightest shock.

"Thanks to the master's blessing, it's very smooth!" the third elder said, and then paused, "It's just that I encountered a small incident on the road, which made me very happy, and the old man couldn't help but talk to the senior brothers." ”

"Oh, what's the matter, junior brother, come quickly!" all the sect elders were all given a headache, and when they heard something happy at this time, they naturally straightened their ears and were ready to listen.

"After I arrived at Sword Rain City, our sect's convoy was blocked by a small soldier, and he didn't inquire, whose territory is this Sword Rain City, and he dared to intercept our convoy, it's really impatient, isn't it funny to tell me?!"

The three elders sat on the chair, telling their own jokes, and when they finished speaking, when they looked up and asked everyone, they thought they would laugh, but as far as he could see, all the senior brothers were drooping their heads and looking sad.

"You ...... This...... What's wrong?" the three elders were kept in the dark, not knowing what was going on, they thought it would bring happiness to a few senior brothers, but how did it inexplicably evolve into this situation.

Oh my God, this doesn't match the script!

"Is that soldier still alive?" Mo Yuanji looked at the three elders, he couldn't care about any demeanor at the moment, and opened his mouth to ask, his eyes were burning, and he couldn't wait.

Hearing this, the rest of the elders also turned their gaze to the three elders, and the gaze in their eyes was full of Qiji.

Seeing it like this, the three elders all felt a little uncomfortable, what was the situation?

Immediately, Mo Yuanji sat down on the chair behind him weakly, and said helplessly: "That's it, the third child's fiery temperament, how can he be allowed to live?!"

The elders also shook their heads weakly, with a look of disappointment in their eyes.

Once again, the chamber fell silent.

The third elder didn't come back to his senses, he was confused, and he said very innocently: "That soldier is still alive, am I so hot?!"

Listening to the voice, it feels like a little sister who has been wronged by something.

"Where is it?" the Great Elder asked eagerly, taking his hand.

The third elder moved his eyelids and pointed in the direction of the warehouse, "It's still throwing it in the carriage!"

After a while, the big man was brought in, and the cold corpse was held by the two disciples, and when he saw this lifeless man, the three elders spread their hands and muttered, "I really can't help but fight!"

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths, and said in their hearts: I can't help but fight? Who can stand you from being beaten by a martial artist.

However, if you want to think about it, you can't say it.

"Alright. Mo Yuanji, as the head of the faction, felt that he was too concerned about the matter of the soldiers grabbing food just now, so he coughed, and then continued to ask: "Senior brother, have you ever seen that this sergeant has a helper?"

The third elder raised his head slightly, looked at the roof of the main hall of the council, thought for a moment, shook his head with certainty, and said, "No!"

The people in the council hall were relieved, since it was just a personal act, not the meaning of the imperial court, then they were not afraid.

Wang Mang was thoughtful and found a shop far away from Jianyu Mountain. The shops unfurled flags, and a hanging sword was embroidered with gold wire on the huge banner. No one in Sword Rain City has ever dared to come to trouble any shop with such a banner.

And Wang Mangzhong's shop is the weakest of the shops of the Litian Sword Sect, but there is also a martial cultivator who has just entered the Desolate Yuan Realm.

It is said that the owner of the shop here is the grandson of an elder, and because of his limited qualifications, it is difficult to get an inch, so he was sent here to run a shop.

And he, the shopkeeper, didn't plan to be a good person, he drank and got drunk all day long, except for the necessary sleep, he spent most of the rest of his time drinking in the restaurant, and even a few of the guys in the store were forced here by his elders.

Wang Mang put on a night suit, and after waiting for a while, he went directly over the wall and entered it.

At this time, there happened to be a disciple who was untying his hands, and when he saw Wang Mang coming in, he wanted to open his mouth and shout, but he was pierced through his throat by an awe-inspiring knife aura.

The boundless evil aura on his body suddenly made this disciple confused, the unique killing intent of the killing field, the bloody aura of charging and killing the enemy in a million troops, fighting with a knife and a gun, how could he be seen by a disciple of the Sword Sect.

The knife was fast, there was no superfluous sound, only a faint "pop". Wang Mang put his body in the grass next to him, so that no one could find him immediately.

He continued to dive into it and killed the sleeping warriors one by one.

His methods are ruthless, even some weak and recruited helpers who don't know the slightest martial arts, they are all killed by him one by one.

More than 100 people in the entire shop died under his knife, and the only survivor was the shopkeeper who was still sleeping soundly.

From a great distance, he could smell a strong smell of wine, and following this smell of wine, Wang Mang found the shopkeeper's house.

Pushing open the door, I saw a bloated fat man lying lazily on the bed, snoring loudly.

Wang Mang had been wary of this shopkeeper before, no matter how he said it, he was a martial artist, but now it seems that he is beating gongs and drums, and he is not allowed to wake up this master.

After all, he was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, his steel knife wiped over his tendons, red blood gushed out, and the pain also woke up the fat man who was drunk and hazy.