Wang Chen and Mo Jiang lived in Renjiazhuang for several days, with good wine and meat every day, and they were leisurely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe gore and tiredness of some time ago seem to have been put behind me.

In the past few days, Wang Chen has also become very good friends with Changlin, although this young master is a second goods, but he is also a very simple-minded teenager. The two compete and play in the backyard every day, and their relationship grows day by day.

On this day, it seems, is no different from usual.

Wang Chen was lying on a chair in the backyard napping. Changlin rushed towards him with a sword in his hand. Wang Chen didn't open his eyes, he only turned to one side slightly, grabbed his sword and sent it forward, Changlin kept rushing forward, and then, with a pop, he planted directly into the pond. When he came out like a toad with a lotus leaf, a subordinate of the Ren Mansion was rushing to the backyard in a hurry.

"Oh no! Oh no! The people from the government are coming to the door!" the subordinate rushed over with a roll, and stepped on a lotus leaf by the pool.

"What about Mo Daxia?" the subordinate looked around the backyard, but did not see Mo Jiang's figure, and hurriedly ran away.

Wang Chen was shocked, and hurriedly jumped up from the chair, not bothering to look at Changlin, who had just been stepped on by his subordinates, picked up the matching sword next to him, and ran to the front yard.

At this time, General Mo on the roof raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the gourd, slowly stood up, and stretched his muscles. Looking at the dark sky on the horizon, he muttered, "He's here." With that, the momentum suddenly rose, like a divine weapon full of killing intent. He straightened his body, stretched it twice, and jumped off the roof with a serious expression.

At this moment, the situation in the front yard is also solemn like a viscous swamp, the owner of Ren Zhuang is standing at the entrance of the village with a smile on his face, and the three guards of Xunmen, the manager of the western realm, are standing in front of them with frosty faces, and the anger on his body seems to remind you that if there is a bad answer, then this Renjiazhuang will be demolished to the ground immediately.

Less than two hundred meters behind them, an ordinary carriage was parked, surrounded by several grim-looking men. is such an ordinary existence, so that the invincible, high-flying and domineering Sixiang Pavilion outer gate guards do not dare to make radical actions casually.

"Where will Mo?" said Xunsheng through gritted teeth.

"It's in the backyard. The owner of the village replied very simply.

"Search for me!" Xunsheng's voice just fell. A burly figure slowly paced out from the back of the room.

"Yo, little brother Xunmen, do you miss me very much. Mo Jiangpi said with a smile.

"You rebelled against our Four Elephant Pavilion, do you still want to get out of here alive?" Xunsheng shouted in a fierce voice.

After hearing this, General Mo put away his smile, he looked up at the sky, "Whether I am dead or alive, I'm afraid it's up to you to decide." After speaking, he looked at the carriage at the door, "Such a big person has been dispatched for me, it seems that it is not okay not to be serious." As he spoke, he walked forward.

Xunsheng just wanted to continue to reprimand, but he felt as if something had hit him hard in his heart, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Jiang slowly walked past him and spit out two words lightly, "Shut up."

General Mo slowly walked to a place twenty meters away from the carriage, and the men who were engrossed in it saluted him in unison, separated the two sides, and let the carriage out.

"Saburo. A vicissitudes of life and a peaceful voice came from the car. He called softly, as if calling a best friend he hadn't seen in years. This made Wang Chen feel shocked, what is the origin of this dead old man.

What's even more terrifying is that Mo Jiang did not deny this title, but snorted coldly and asked, "Do you also think I am wrong?" Obviously, Mo Jiang and the high-level figures of the Four Elephant Pavilion in this car have indeed intersected, and I am afraid that the friendship is not shallow.

The voice paused, still ringing peacefully, like a polite gentleman. "That's not for me to judge. It is a fact that you are breaking the law. He said.

"Well, but I have no intention of going with you. Mo Jiang snorted coldly again, he pulled out his lunges with his feet, his hands spread like a big peng, and suddenly, countless iron swords appeared beside him, "Ten Thousand Swords!" With his shout, all the iron swords went straight to the carriage like ten thousand black lights.

Ten thousand sharp swords carried the wind, and the branches and leaves around them were cut off one after another.

The moment Mo Jiang drew his sword, the carriage resounded with a creaking sound, and in a moment, it shattered into wood slag. An elder in green clothes and white beard leapt into the air, his iron sword hovering half an inch from his body. He formed a palm with his left hand and a fist with his right hand, and they collided fiercely. In a few breaths, all the iron swords groaned in pain. The trees on both sides of the avenue seemed to have been squeezed by a great force, sinking inch by inch into the dirt, and the canopy began to crumble. After a few more breaths, the iron sword that filled the sky was unexpectedly pressed to the ground and turned into a thin piece of iron.

Wang Chen raised his head with difficulty to watch their battle, at the moment when the Tsing Yi man appeared. Everyone felt as if the sky was pressing on their bodies, and they couldn't breathe.

General Mo didn't seem to have pinned his hopes on the iron sword array, as soon as he made a move, he shot towards the sky like a flying fly, and at the same time, his hand grabbed in the air, condensing a huge bow and arrow, "Shoot the sun!" He drank, the bowstring was already full, and there were three golden air arrows as bright as the sun's rays.

The man in Tsing Yi also drew the long sword at his waist. Wang Chen's eyes lit up, that sword was really beautiful, although it was in a very ordinary scabbard, but the moment it was pulled out, it was as if there was a crisp dragon groan, and the azure sword body flashed with a slight red light, like a sword that had just been quenched from the blacksmith shop, and it was still full of flames.

The man in Tsing Yi pointed the tip of his sword at Mo Jiang, he looked at him with complicated eyes, and snorted coldly, and said, "San Lang, if we want to fight here, this town will be razed to the ground." ”

Mo Jiang was stunned for a moment, the bowstring in his hand loosened a little, and he frowned, as if thinking about his question.

"Tomorrow at noon, how about I wait for you in the south on the other side?" the man in Tsing Yi added while the iron was hot, and he didn't seem to want to take General Mo down directly here.

"Hmph, as you wish!" Mo Jiang let go of the bowstring and fell back to the ground, "But what if you don't take advantage of me to do something to Ren Jiazhuang and Wang Chen?"

"Hahaha, that young man named Wang Chen is just a newcomer in the Xingyi period, so I can be the master and pardon him. The man in Tsing Yi got the answer he wanted, turned around and left, without the slightest hesitation, "As for Renjiazhuang, I have never received an order. However, you'd better tell them to be careful and stop going against the Four Elephants. ”

The man in Tsing Yi took the man who accompanied him, and disappeared at the end of the sky after a few ups and downs. After several Xunwei received the order, they also intimidated a few words in a decent manner, and left Renjiazhuang.

And Mo Jiang looked at the direction where the man in Tsing Yi disappeared, and a complicated and lonely look flashed in his eyes.