Fire Phoenix frowned slightly and reminded: "Wuxie, I feel that there is an ancient aura in the sword pavilion, and there are countless strong ones. I think we have to be careful!"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, no matter what kind of strength we have now, we can't fight against Jiange at all. Now, we can only hope to see Qinghe! In exchange for Wannian Wenyu!"
At this moment, a group of people gathered around, led by the young man who had been taught a lesson by Mo Wuxie.
In front of this person is an old man who looks somewhat similar to a young man.
"Dad, this bastard, you have to make the decision for me!"
The old man glanced at his son indifferently, feeling bitter in his heart. Anyone who could enter this room was a guest with some status. Even if they were not from the Ancient God Sword Pavilion, they were not people that ordinary people could afford to offend.
And they were just disciples of Jiange who guarded the mountain. Even the old man himself was a disciple of Xuanyuan Ren. He could see that Xuanyuan Ren treated the two people in front of him with great courtesy. If he suddenly attacked, he would definitely not be able to explain.
"Dad, what are you waiting for? Make the decision for me!"
His son said dissatisfiedly.
At this time, more and more people were watching, and Mo Wuxie's guest room was packed with people. Some even whispered, saying that my son was bullied and I was going to leave the house.
At this time, if the old man doesn't make some explanations, the father and son may never be able to raise their heads again in Jiange.
What people say is scary, and it’s not true at all.
The old man's eyes suddenly turned cold and stern, and he said: "You hurt my son, now I give you a chance to apologize to him, and the matter is over!"
"Dad, I want to deal with him, not ask him to apologize!" His son was anxious and insisted on dealing with the hateful guy in front of him.
"You bastard, shut up!" the old man shouted, and his son's face suddenly turned red and he stopped talking.
Mo Wuxie looked on coldly. Based on his wisdom, it was not difficult to analyze that the old man did not dare to offend him. When he saw the old man looking at him again, he smiled and said: "I don't seem to have any grudges with Mr. Ling. I think this apology is a little bit...
It’s far-fetched!”
The old man said: "Since you said so, did you hurt my son?"
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said unceremoniously: "I didn't hurt your son, but I was hurt by his sword energy. I think it's you who should apologize. I respect the Ancient God Sword Pavilion, but I don't
Senior, please forgive me for accepting compromises because some people take advantage of others' power!"
The old man's face jumped slightly, and after being silent for a long time, he said: "In this case, we can only let the master decide it!"
After saying that, the old man flicked his sleeves and started to walk out. The crowd also automatically moved out of the way. It seemed that the excitement could no longer be tolerated.
However, there are some people who like to be lively and stir up trouble. One person mocked: "A father and his son go into battle, I don't think that's more than that!"
As soon as his words came out, the audience burst into laughter.
The old man couldn't stand it anymore. He stamped his feet, turned around, looked at Mo Wuxie, and said coldly: "Master, I don't know when he will return. Let's solve it privately! Do you dare to accept my challenge?"
Mo Wuxie originally thought that the Ancient God Sword Pavilion was really a place outside the world. Although he might be a bit arrogant, his heart might be a little simpler. At this time, he couldn't help but shake his head. The Ancient God Sword Pavilion was no different from the secular world, especially these faces, which made him look at it.
Not happy.
To be honest, he didn't want to cause more trouble or teach the old man a lesson, but the old man was riding a tiger and had already issued a challenge. After thinking for a while, he agreed to the old man's request.
The old man smiled slightly and did not look so evil. He said: "In that case, let's discuss it!"
After saying that, he took the lead and left.
On this flat land, there are at least two hundred stone chamber buildings, which are enclosed on both sides, with a large space exposed in the middle.
Mo Wuxie stood in the middle of the open space, stared at the old man, and said, "Senior, please show mercy!"
The old man nodded and said, "Young master, you're welcome!"
After saying that, the old man stepped in front of Mo Wuxie with his sword as red as a red sword.
Mo Wuxie was already familiar with this move. He stepped on the yin and yang step unhurriedly, a little erratically and gracefully. No matter how superb the old man's sword was, it just couldn't touch the corner of his clothes.
From the beginning to the end, he did not draw his sword, which was enough to show the gap between the two.
The old man suddenly sheathed his sword and stood up. He sighed and said, "Sir, I admit that I am no match for you. I lost!"
Mo Wuxie was slightly stunned. He admired the old man's behavior and said, "It's not that you lost, but that I have a very effective understanding of the swordsmanship of your Ancient God Sword Pavilion, and I can handle it with ease."
The old man smiled and said: "If I lose at your hands, I will humiliate myself! Young master, it's easy!"
After saying that, the old man grabbed his son who was still trying to make Mo Wuxie look bad and left.
At this moment, Mo Wuxie suddenly looked up into the sky.
He saw three rays of light suddenly falling from a height of 100 meters. His eyes were like lightning, and he immediately knew something was wrong. These three people were none other than Xuanyuan Duoli's three brothers!
The people above had already noticed the excitement here, and Xuanyuan Duoli had already seen Mo Wuxie. After Mo Wuxie defeated the old man, he deliberately came down. The purpose is self-evident!
As the three rays of light fell, the people who had not dispersed in the square suddenly gathered again.
Xuanyuan Neng smiled slyly and said, "Hey, isn't this Mo Wuxie? What? Did you surrender yourself, or did you come here to die?"
Mo Wuxie ignored him at all and walked towards his guest room.
Xuanyuan Neng continued to sarcastically say: "Hey, when you were in Zixuan Sect, didn't you have great magical powers and make everyone turn around? Why are you so weak now? Are you going to be a coward?"
Mo Wuxie paused slightly, but still walked into the guest room.
Xuanyuan Buping sneered: "What a rubbish. It seems I can only rely on women to do things!"
His words made Mo Wuxie suddenly freeze when he stepped into the guest room, then he retracted his feet and turned back to look at Xuanyuan Buping, his eyes became cold, and his whole body was instantly filled with murderous intent like a sharp sword.
"Who do you think relies on women to do things?"
Xuanyuan Buping was shocked at first, but when he thought that his third brother was still supporting him, he was no longer afraid, and his tone became even harsher, saying: "You just found a bitch to pretend to be our senior sister Wanyi, but you actually pretended to be with me.
Let’s come to Zixuan Sect’s office
Instead of making us your tools, do you think you are just a freeloader? If you really have the ability, go directly to the Zixuan Sect. If you don’t have the ability, let a woman pretend to do things and end up being killed, haha
,It’s so pitiful, so pitiful!”
Mo Wuxie's scar was that of Qu Yuan, and when he uncovered it, he became angry and murderous.
He slowly drew out his sword, pointed it at Xuanyuan Buping, and said coldly: "Are you going to fight alone, or are the three brothers going together?"
At this moment, a cold murderous intention burst out from his body, and a storm blew up like a real substance, trapping the three brothers. However, these three brothers did not expect that Mo Wuxie would be so powerful, allowing them to
I felt cold all over, like falling into an ice cellar.