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"Chen Mo, come out!"

The voice sounded familiar.

Fu Lu'er said: "This is Senior Brother Wang Meng. ”

"Wang Meng?" Chen Mo was a little surprised, "What did he come to me to do again." ”

Fu Luer shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

"It's not good for me to go out and have a look, and it's not good to disturb people. Chen Mo stood up and walked forward slowly, and suddenly he found a figure following behind him.

"Lu'er, just go back and read. Chen Mo persuaded.

"Go. Fu Lu'er said lightly, her tone was firm, and her beautiful eyes stared at him, extremely clear.

Seeing this, Chen Mo no longer objected, and took Fu Lu'er through a hundred or so bookshelves, walked down the mahogany stairs, and came to the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

The old Tao of the Scripture Pavilion closed his eyes and concentrated as usual, and his breath was even and gentle, as if he was asleep.

Wang Meng's shout, as if he hadn't heard it, continued to sleep peacefully.

Something that has nothing to do with the Scripture Pavilion, Lao Dao doesn't even bother to look at it.

"You're here. Wang Meng saw Chen Mo appear, his eyes lit up, and he sneered.

Suddenly, he saw a beautiful and familiar figure walking out from behind Chen Mo, and his heart suddenly twitched.

"Lu'er. Wang Meng shouted quietly.

Fu Lu'er nodded lightly and said, "Senior Brother Wang Meng." ”

"Wang Meng, what are you looking for me to do. Chen Mo's face was indifferent and asked directly.

For Wang Meng, although he didn't care about anything in his heart, based on all the things that happened before, Chen Mo naturally showed indifference to Wang Meng.

"It's nothing, the dignified 'True Legend of the Head' suddenly came to Tianshu Peak, I was very curious, and I came to take a look, why is it so majestic. Wang Meng saw Chen Mo's attitude, and there was already a little anger in his eyebrows.

What is Wang Meng's identity?

The true legend of the elder, the son of Xiangguo, the first person of the outer sect at the beginning.

It is inextricably linked with the current Great Ming Kingdom, with the high-level of the Six Spirits Sword Sect, and the core disciples.

is that his talent is completely compared to Chen Mo, he is also a lightweight character in the inner door.

Chen Mo actually had this attitude.

Wang Meng put down the shelf and came to him, thinking that he had given Chen Mo a lot of face.

However, Chen Mo didn't appreciate it at all.

Okay, you're Chen Mo.

Wang Meng secretly sneered.

"Now you see, it's not imposing, it's ordinary. Chen Mo said lightly, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Wang Meng's words.

"Hmph, ordinary? Not necessarily, you look ordinary, your scheming is not ordinary. Wang Meng sneered, "I came all the way from Qiyang Peak to Tianshu Peak, I'm afraid it's not for any avenue, but for the beauty." ”

Wang Meng said these words to see the reaction of Chen Mo and Fu Luer.

However, the faces of the two did not change in the slightest, one was light and breezy, and the other was as cold as ever.

"Are you done, if it's just to say these words to me, then please go back. Chen Mo made a gesture of please.

"Chen Mo, what do you mean by this?" Wang Meng frowned and said, "The villain is scheming, don't you dare to admit it?"

"Pretending? I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Chen Mo said sincerely.

"Hmph, you just answer me, you are here for Lu'er, yes or no?" Wang Meng shouted in a deep voice.

Chen Mo glanced at the girl in the green dress next to him, his face was quiet, and the soft and cold touch of his lips touching the girl's forehead last night was still fresh in his memory.

Chen Mo turned around and said, "Yes so what." ”

Wang Meng was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Chen Mo to be so calm.

Fu Lu'er couldn't help but glance at Chen Mo, this sentence didn't quite look like Chen Mo's style.

"Chen Mo, you are really scheming. He also said that he was just friends with Lu'er, so there was nothing else he could think about?" Wang Meng clenched his fists slightly, and the sound of fried beans sounded one after another.

His whole body began to work with spiritual power, and a faint golden light began to flicker on him.

"Chen Mo, there's no need. ”

Fu Lu'er stretched out her hand to hold down Chen Mo, turned back to Wang Meng and said, "You think too much, Chen Mo just came to see the ancient books and comprehend the way of the sword." ”

"Yes. Wang Meng smiled, and the power on his body did not diminish in the slightest.

"Lu'er, get out of the way, it's between me and him. Chen Mo said lightly, took a step forward, and blocked Fu Lu'er behind him.

"Wang Meng, don't you just want to find a reason to fight with me and let me be defeated. Chen Mo said in one word.

Wang Meng's eyes lit up, oh, and said with a smile: "It's smart." ”

In the final analysis, he just wanted to find a reason to disturb Chen Mo's state of mind, and then smashed Chen Mo three feet into the ground, smashing his so-called Dao Heart to pieces, and breaking his Dao with one punch.

After all, Wang Meng and Chen Mo are both inner disciples with status.

If Wang Meng didn't find an open excuse and casually started a war with Chen Mo, he would be deemed to have provoked infighting privately.

This is very detrimental to his future competition for the chief of the five peaks.

And fighting for the Taoist companion, this is the acquiescence of the sect.

And as soon as Fu Luer entered the inner door, she was already rumored to be an iceberg beauty no less than 'Chen Yuyan' in Tianshu Peak, and was accepted as a true inheritance by Elder Yi Zhixing.

Everyone thought that she was going to become the second 'Chen Yuyan', that is, the second female cultivator who comprehended the sword heart.

The story of such a genius female cultivator, who is entangled and confused with two genius male cultivators, can also become a hot topic for those inner disciples, adjusting and adjusting this boring life of cultivation.

In this way, Wang Meng's finding fault with Chen Mo will instead evolve into a somewhat vulgar plot of Zhiwei novels, and Wang Meng's recklessness will be covered up.

As soon as Chen Mo responded to the battle, Wang Meng's goal had been achieved.

However, Wang Meng really didn't expect that Chen Mo would be so easy to fight.

"Chen Mo, don't you know that I am already at the eighth layer of the Spirit Fetus Realm, penetrating my ears and ears, and being able to 'hear ant fighting'. Wang Meng smiled playfully.

"I know. Chen Mo said.

"Then you still dare to fight? Aren't you afraid of losing? Wang Meng sneered, "The seventh layer of the Spirit Fetus Realm, and the eighth layer of the Spirit Fetal Realm, are not as simple as the gap between the surface and the first layer. By the way, I'll tell you, my "Showang Physiognomy" has been cultivated to the fourteenth form. ”

"Oh, that's pretty good. Chen Mo nodded in approval.

"You are only at the seventh level of the Spirit Fetal Realm, and you can't fully exert the power of the Qiyang Sword, do you think you have a good chance of winning?" Wang Meng frowned when he saw Chen Mo so calm.

Chen Mo said: "Generally." ”

"What are you talking about?" Wang Meng was stunned, his face gloomy, "Okay, you Chen Mo, I originally planned to keep my hand, but now it seems that there is no need." ”

"Well, come here. Chen Mo set up the Qiyang Sword, his eyes were tepid, his spiritual power was running all over his body, and a faint silver light radiated from him.

All of a sudden.

There was no warning.

The wind and waves rushed over, rolling up the catkins all over the sky, and the fallen leaves were one after another, and they were blown in the air by the wind and could not fall.

Wang Meng disappeared in place.

He's fast.

He came to Chen Mo, and there were only countless afterimages in his fist.

The hand is through, the fist shakes the five mountains, and the body is as light as a swallow.

"Tiger cannon fist. ”

The afterimage of a fierce tiger suddenly flashed, and a fierce fist rushed towards him.

The fist on the opposite side was swift and ferocious, and the evil spirit was soaring, but Chen Mo's heart was like water, his face was calm, his steps quietly changed under his feet, his body was constantly shifting, and the speed was also very fast, so fast that his fist could only touch the corner of his clothes.

Seven Star Shift Steps.

While dodging, Chen Mo paid attention to the frantically dancing fist, faintly, as if he had seen through something.

The boxing hit in the wind, striking out bursts of afterimages, and the air whistled in shock.

There is wind in the fist, and the wind is swift.

There is a sword in the wind, and the sharpness of the sword.

Sword Dance Flying Flowers.

In Chen Mo's sea of knowledge, a sword path seed suddenly broke through the ground, opened a bud, and attracted a breeze, and the wind blew, blowing out flowers, one gorgeous flower after another.

Chen Mo's footsteps changed suddenly, and the Qiyang Sword naturally pulled up a sword flower.

Shadows are born from swords, and flowers come from the wind.

"Wind flowers. ”

The sword flower floated up, and the fist momentum was like an egg touching a stone, and it shattered.

Wang Meng was startled and took a few steps back.

"What kind of sword is this?" Wang Meng asked.

"Wind Sword. Chen Mo stood with his sword in his hand, and his robe was not messy in the slightest.

"Come again. The king shouted angrily, and suddenly, he pounced on him as fast as lightning, and his fist began again.

"Elephant legs. ”

"Wyvern pounce. ”

"Xuanwu top. ”

"The fish arches its back. ”

Wang Meng became more and more ferocious, the fist wind became more and more intense, and all kinds of golden beast shadows continued to roar and float up from his body, flashing by.

Majestic and straight up.

"The Physiognomy of the King" was beaten more and more by Wang Meng, and the surrounding bursts of wind and the towering ancient trees dozens of steps away shook in horror.

"Come on, I'm serious. ”

Wang Meng's eyes froze, and his ears listened in all directions.

He heard Chen Mo's footsteps, and with a blow to the 'Divine Elephant Leg', it swept to Chen Mo's feet, Chen Mo took a hard bite and hurriedly retreated.

In the next step, the 'Flying Dragon Pounce' followed, the connection was smooth, Chen Mo was overwhelmed, and after one more move, his chest was stuffy.

'Xuanwu Ding', Wang Meng's move followed, and smashed down towards Chen Mo's head, but Chen Mo was extremely dexterous, and suddenly dodged dozens of steps.

Wang Meng had already prepared, bent over and arched his back, and suddenly bounced into Chen Mo's back, and was about to hit him with a fierce blow.

Chen Mo didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand was raised high, and he was pulling a bow and shooting arrows.

Silver spiritual power suddenly erupted from his hand, turning into a scorching torch.

"Luna Fist. ”

There was a bang, Wang Meng and Chen Mo were shocked at the same time, and the two of them vomited a mouthful of blood together.

Chen Mo's injuries seemed to be more serious.

After all, Wang Meng's cultivation is one level higher than Chen Mo.

"You actually abandoned your sword and punched, I made a mistake. Wang Meng's eyes were excited, and he was very happy, but he was extremely happy.

"Interesting. Chen Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed.

Wang Meng's attack became very rhythmic, completely different from the previous battle encountered by Chen Mo, obviously, this was the result of the former's immersion and obscenity in "The Physiognomy of the King" for many days.

"Again, my fists are getting stronger and stronger, your sword momentum is not ready to fire, and you will definitely lose today. Wang Meng laughed, tiptoed, and the whole person pounced again.

Chen Mo's eyes were as clear as water, revealing a sense of firmness.