"What happened?" Su Yumeng asked anxiously from the side.
Zhao Laosi spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, with a look of death on his face. He said with difficulty, "The sect is weak and is often bullied. The disciples of Ziyun Sect have bullied us not once or twice.
Today, Fang Bin said that the people of the Wuji Sect are trash and wanted to destroy the sect's shops. We were so angry that even though we knew they had ulterior motives, we still couldn't swallow this breath."
He stared straight at Mo Jiuxuan, "Uncle Mo, I was wrong in what happened in the past, and I hope you can forgive me. Today, Brother Tianhua acted righteously for us and offended the Ziyun Sect. Please bear with me, uncle."
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Mo Jiuxuan's eyes were calm and he nodded.
The other person was almost killed by my daughter, can you not be more considerate?
After Zhao Laosi finished speaking, he didn't even take a breath. He tilted his head and realized that he was already gone.
Mo Jiuxuan looked solemn and calmed down for a while before sitting on the chair next to the desk, taking a cup of tea and sipping.
The tea was already cold, and he didn't notice it. He drank the tea in one breath and his eyes began to twinkle.
Yu Tianhua is a physical practitioner and has a strong body. Although he broke a few ribs, he has recovered a lot after taking the elixir. In short, his life is not worried.
These people are all disciples of the Wuji Sect. Although they are entrusted by the sect to run their business outside and have no friendship with Mo Xiaoran, their lives have passed away at this time and their path to practice is cut off. This is the first time the little girl has been separated from life and death, and she can't help but feel a little sad in her heart.
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I also thought of a few people with little ability, but dared to challenge the monks at the seventh level of Qi Refining for the sake of the sect's reputation, and I admired these people even more.
In the final analysis, the sect is still weak and the disciples have no backing.
Xiaoran unconsciously became competitive, and secretly made up his mind to spread the sect's name to Qingzhou.
At this time, Mo Jiuxuan was also anxious.
If someone had insulted the sect and killed a disciple twenty years ago, he would have killed the other person to take revenge twenty years ago.
But now that I have a daughter, I have concerns, and I am no longer as enthusiastic and cheerful as before.
His daughter was only at the fourth level of Qi refining and could defeat the enemy with one shot, but her opponent was still a master at the seventh level of Qi refining. While he was happy, he was also worried about the opponent's identity.
Fang Bin's father, Fang Yuanqing of Ziyun Sect, was a monk at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and his grandfather, Taoist Priest Tianyu, was at the third level of Golden Elixir.
Under the golden elixir, all are ants.
If Taoist Master Tianyu is determined to avenge his grandson, with his current strength at the ninth level of foundation building, he will not be able to resist.
At the moment, we can only report the matter to the sect and wait for the sect leader, Taoist Master Xuanqing, to deal with it.
Then he wrote a letter, took out a few storage bags filled with Huanglong Dan, and called Ni Hou, "Ni Hou, you and Busan go back to the sect together, hand the letter to the sect master, and wait for his instructions.
Give these Yellow Dragon Pills to your senior brother Mu Lei to distribute to the following direct disciples, so that they can practice well and not waste their time."
Knowing that the matter was urgent, the two of them took the letter and storage bag, bowed three times in the hall, and left the Sitong Chamber of Commerce and went straight to the Wuji Sect.
Yu Tianhua was uneasy and knew that he had caused trouble. "Master, one person is responsible for each person's work. I am willing to go to Ziyun Sect and kill or behead him. They will decide what to do."
"Dad, you must not do it. The people of Ziyun Sect bully others too much, and the fifth senior brother only took action because he was angry. What's more, it was me who injured Fang Bin. If you want to deal with it, you must deal with me."
"Little junior sister, you are still young and ignorant. Besides, this matter happened because of me. I bear the blame alone and it has nothing to do with you."
"Dad, can't the sect disciples fight back when they are bullied? There are six lives of Fourth Uncle Zhao, and we must seek justice for them!"
"Shut up, everyone. If anything happens, I will take care of it. Do you need to resist?"
Mo Jiuxuan shouted angrily, and the two of them shut up angrily and stood aside with their hands down.
The Ziyun Sect is slightly stronger than the Wuji Sect. In addition to Tianyu Taoist Master Tianyu, who is at the third level of the Golden Core, there are three elders who are above the tenth level of Foundation Establishment, while the Wuji Sect does not have an elder who is at the tenth level of the Foundation Establishment.
If he were an ordinary disciple, he would be seriously injured and killed during training, which would not cause a fight between sects. However, Fang Bin's identity is too special. If Taoist Priest Tianyu lets go of his pride and goes out of his way to seek revenge on him, it will be really difficult.
deal with.
Logically speaking, one's own side was provoked, and six disciples died, so there was no fear of the other side raising an army to hold him accountable.
However, preparations still need to be made.
After a year of hard work, I saved 500,000 spiritual stones, just enough to buy an orange equipment.
Mo Jiuxuan's initial plan was to spend all the money on his daughter to ensure that Xiaoran would have enough resources for practice. Now the situation suddenly changed and he had to quickly improve his strength. The next day, Mr. Zhao was buried in the north of Muhua City.
He thought for a long time about the bodies of the four people, and carved on the tombstone the words "Zhao Laosi, a direct disciple of the Wuji Sect" and the last words "Mo Jiuxuan, the master of Qingguang Peak".
I remember when I first met Zhao Laosi when I went out to Muhua City, they were as miserable as poor mortals, but now, things have changed and people have changed.
He decided to stay here and go to a village with a few people.
There must be an explanation for the family members of such loyal disciples.
After returning to the Sitong Chamber of Commerce, he closed the door and used a formation to isolate the house.
The consciousness searched for a long time in the system treasure house, and finally found an orange technique suitable for the foundation-building period.
"Daluo Tianyin".
There are four levels in total. The first level is the Dragon Han, which has the power to lead the Nine Dragons to overturn the river and the sea; the second level is the Red Brightness, which burns all things with fire to obtain the Red Brightness; the third level is the Nine Saints, which means the perfection of the great road and uses a trace of magic power from heaven and earth to destroy the enemy;
The fourth level of Nine Truths is to get back to the original nature to the extreme. You can use every trick at your fingertips. If there is no trick, there is a trick to win.
The golden elixir period is known as the real person, with a lifespan of two thousand years, the body is immortal, the core is immortal, and the soul lives forever. With a single thought of the golden elixir, it can control a radius of hundreds of miles, make the vitality of heaven and earth surrender, control the heaven and earth, and destroy the city with one strike.
With Mo Jiuxuan's cultivation in the foundation building period, even if he gets the orange technique, he still doesn't know if he can withstand the golden elixir monks. As of now, he can only do his best.
Saying sorry to his daughter in his heart, he gritted his teeth and bought "Da Luo Tian Seal". He suddenly felt empty in his heart, his pocket was dry, and half a million spiritual stones disappeared out of thin air.
There is an unspeakable melancholy in my heart.
"Do you want to use it?" the system asked.
"Use it immediately."
A strong golden light suddenly erupted from Mo Jiuxuan's body, seeming to come out through the body, forming thousands of rays of light. It was a thousand times brighter than the light that appeared when using the "Body Tempering Pill" and "Huanglong Pill".
Fortunately, he used a formation to isolate his residence from the outside world in advance, so he didn't attract any attention.
An awe-inspiring and mellow feeling poured in from the Tianling Gai, and the whole body was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness, and there were many mysterious marks that seemed to be carved into the sea of consciousness, as vast as a rainbow of white air, making it unpredictable.
This mysterious power was so strange that even though it was provided by the system, it took Mo Jiuxuan three full days to master it. He realized that this technique was vast and natural, and it was endowed with the laws of heaven and earth, so its power must be terrifying.
I felt a little more confident.
In the past few days, Yu Tianhua has recovered from his illness. He recalled the scene when he fought with Fang Bin three days ago. The feeling of being on the eve of death actually inspired his potential, and the first move of "Six Sun Combat Techniques" was so inexplicable that it merged with all directions.
Got it.
After one try, the power increased by more than 50%. I was overjoyed, so I worked hard day and night to study the "Six Yang Combat Techniques".
When I have free time, I hang out with Mo Xiaoran.
A man who was nine feet tall and a child who was less than five feet in height, but the fight was so dark that the sky was dark, the cold light was floating, and the spiritual power was stirring. The alchemists from the Sitong Chamber of Commerce said they were experts.
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Ziyun Sect, a magnificent side hall.
Fang Bin looked pale and lay in the brocade quilt.
In the next room, five foundation-building monks gathered together, their expressions full of worry.
One of them was dressed luxuriously, had a ferocious expression, and looked somewhat similar to Fang Bin. He was Fang Yuanqing, Fang Bin's father.
"Brothers, you have watched Bin'er grow up, and now he has been injured by the daughter of Mo Jiuxuan of the Wuji Sect. His life and death are uncertain. This hatred is irreconcilable.
I also ask all senior brothers to come with me to the Wuji Sect and ask for an explanation."
One person said, "Mo Xiaoran is cruel and ruthless, and Mo Jiuxuan has failed to teach his son well. It is time to seek justice for Bin'er. Brother Yuan Qing, I will go with you."
Another person said, "There is a wrongdoer and a debtor. The disciple who reported the report said that Mo Jiuxuan is in Muhua City. Why don't we go together? We will make that stinky girl Mo Xiaoran pay with blood."
"This is a serious matter, Brother Yuan Qing, have you asked the sect leader about this matter?"
Fang Yuanqing said harshly, "My father is old and confused. Not only did he not allow me to seek out Mo Jiuxuan's bad luck, he also scolded me for not being able to teach my son well and leading Bin'er astray."
Everyone was silent for a long time, and one of them stood up and said, "The sect master is concerned about his relationship with Wuji Sect, but he is not concerned about the feelings of his disciples.
In recent years, disciples of our sect and disciples of the Wuji sect have been fighting many times outside. Both sides have suffered casualties and have long since broken ties with each other.
Now Bin'er was hurt by Mo Xiaoran again.
That's fine with other disciples, but Bin'er is brother Yuan Qing's son and the grandson of the sect master. With such status, he has been brutally murdered. Now that his life or death is uncertain, what does the sect master have to worry about?
Even if others are unwilling to help, with five of us building foundations, are we still afraid of just Mo Jiuxuan?"
These people were all friends of Fang Yuanqing. They were all filled with indignation after hearing this. They discussed the time and after Fang Bin recovered from his injury, they went to Mo Jiuxuan for advice.
Just when a few people were aggrieved, a disciple outside the door asked to see him.
When he came in, it was the Taoist boy who was close to the head of the Ziyun Sect, holding an edict in his hand.
The other four people immediately knelt down. Fang Yuanqing stood upright and commanded the childish spirit, "Read it quickly!"
Facing the sect master's biological son, Tao Tong did not dare to say anything and opened the edict.
"It's normal for disciples of various sects to travel abroad and compete with each other. Do not provoke sect disputes because of this. Fang Bin is not good at academics and is hurt by outsiders. He brings the blame on himself.
There are many people with outstanding talents in the sect, and the elders can ask them to go down the mountain to practice and hone their skills and mentality."
After the Taoist boy finished reading, he closed the edict and handed it to Fang Yuanqing. He smiled and said, "Senior brother, the disciple's mission has been completed, so I'll take my leave."
"Well, go ahead!"
Fang Yuanqing waved his hands casually, as if chasing away a slave, opened the edict and read it several times, feeling depressed.
One person said, "The old man, the sect master, still feels sorry for his grandson."
Fang Yuanqing was surprised, "How do you say this?"
The man smiled and said, "Although the sect master does not allow us to go down the mountain, he does not stop the disciples from going down the mountain to practice. As long as we send some powerful disciples to compete with that Mo Xiaoran, if the competition suddenly fails, there will be nothing to say about Mo Jiuxuan.
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Someone echoed, "How wonderful. As long as we send a few disciples at the tenth level of Qi Refining, we can avenge this without losing the sect's prestige."
Several people clapped their hands and laughed, and they all thought it was reasonable.
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Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Muhua City is peaceful and peaceful, and nothing seems out of the ordinary.
When Bu Shan and Ni Hou came back, they met Mo Jiuxuan directly and told Taoist priest Xuanqing to send Taoist priest Lian Yue and several elders to Ziyun Sect to visit Fang Bin.
The elders visiting the younger ones had already given the Ziyun Sect enough face, but when Taoist Master Lian Yue returned to the sect, he looked unhappy, guessing that he might have had a dispute with everyone in the Ziyun Sect.
Several elders who were close friends with Mo Jiuxuan wanted to come to Muhua City, but they were stopped by Taoist Priest Xuanqing. They didn't know why.
Mo Jiuxuan said, "The sect master is only afraid that the Ziyun Sect will come to me to raise an army to accuse me, and a melee between the two sides will cause a war between the sects. However, if the Ziyun Sect really comes to me, how can I, Mo Jiuxuan, be afraid of them."
He stood up and drew out the long sword beside him, stretched out his fingers and struck lightly on the blade. The sound of "clang" was like a dragon's roar, which lasted for a long time.
Ni Hou and Bu Shan couldn't help but feel heartbroken when they saw his graceful appearance, a cold light reflected on his face when the long sword was in his hand, and a faint divine light surging in his eyes.
I thought to myself, Master is indeed a strange person, his demeanor looks more calm and confident than twenty years ago when his methods were fierce.
"You two call Xiaoran and Tianhua to Kongyuan. I want to test their strength."
The two of them left as promised, and Mo Jiuxuan came to a large empty courtyard in the Sitong Chamber of Commerce, where Mo Xiaoran and Yu Tianhua usually practiced their skills.
When Yu Tianhua learned that his master was taking the exam, he felt timid, but he found that his master was very skillful, relaxed and able to neutralize all his moves without leaving any trace.
Only then did he feel relieved. He used his tenth level of skill to infuse the three-pointed two-edged sword with his spiritual power. He shouted, "Master, please pay attention. The first form of the Six-Yang Combat Technique is that the sword divides water and fire."
But the three-pointed and two-edged sword suddenly became extremely thick, with a solid glow on the surface, and it struck Mo Jiuxuan's head from the sky. It was so powerful that it cut through Mount Huashan.
Mo Jiuxuan suppressed his realm and fought with the spiritual power of the fifth level of Qi refining. When the sword energy came like a mountain, he felt that the air above suddenly became thicker, and his legs felt like they were stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move.
He had fought many life-and-death battles in the past, and when he was praising the ingenuity of the "Six Yang Combat Techniques" in his heart, he turned his body slightly to one side, and the tip of the sword shook slightly with his arm. Yu Tianhua suddenly felt that he had lost control of the long sword.
The three-pointed two-edged knife slashed along the tip of Mo Jiuxuan's nose, chopping a piece of bluestone on the ground into pieces. If he got closer than two inches to Mo Jiuxuan, his nose would have to be cut off.
Yu Tianhua used all his strength in this attack, all his spiritual energy was exhausted, and large drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Throwing the hilt of the knife to the side, he cupped his fists and smiled bitterly, "Master's use of spiritual power is so wonderful that the disciple is defeated."
"Tch, what's there to say? Does senior brother still want to beat dad?"
Mo Xiaoran sneered, picked up the long knife and helped Yu Tianhua sit down under the eaves, looking back at his father, eager to try.
"It's my turn! Dad, be careful."
Before he finished speaking, a spear came through the air. The biting wind picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and attacked Mo Jiuxuan in an instant.