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puff.

The tense lips also showed the wind. Chen Mo covered his mouth and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

I thought to myself, no wonder these two old men fought back and forth, it turned out that there was such a period. But I really admired this elder Feng, who could describe the cold winter lunar month as wind, flowers, snow, moon and sun, which was really high.

No matter how many people covered up, they were obviously moving a little harder at this time and laughter was also heard.

"Bold, dare to laugh at me, Mo Lao Er..., bah, no, Senior Mo." One of the five members of the Tianji Sect scolded.

Although the heart is kind, it is just a wrong statement.

Gongsun Mo felt helpless, damn, he had dealt with the machine, and he couldn't even speak anymore.

Looking at the sneering Tianlei Dao children, they were angry and didn't even hit each other. They couldn't make a fool of themselves in front of the younger generation, and then they pressed them back.

"Haha, Old Man Feng, isn't it just a teapot? It doesn't mean anything and is not worth mentioning?" Gongsun Mo, who comforted himself, could only feel unhappy for the time being.

"I wonder how powerful your disciples on the Qianlong List this year are?" Gongsun Mo said, looking at Chen Mo and others.

His eyes were accurate, and he sneered in his heart, and he didn't even have a heavenly king.

"Oh, no, the younger generation is not as good as the next generation." After a change of the subject, Feng Xiutong said, knowing that Mo Lao Er had no good intentions.

How could he not know that although the cultivation level of several people has not reached the heavenly level, he can see clearly the performance of the sect in his sect as Chen Mo.

"Senior Mo, the disciple is not talented. I want to compete with the "head" of the Tianlei Dao Hidden Dragon List."

A disciple of Tianji Sect with a tiger-backed and bear-back walked out, clasped his fists and bowed his head to ask for instructions.

This person is strong in shape. His skin is fair and three inches taller than Chen Mo. He is wearing gray clothes, but his rumbling and bulging muscles make his robe burst.

"You must not be arrogant. How can you bully others if you have one-day level king cultivation?"

Gongsun Mo scolded him with great slightness and nonchalance. However, he was very satisfied and finally did something that made him feel good.

"Haha, Mr. Mo's words are reasonable. But I really want to talk to this brother." Chen Mo stepped forward, his eyes unshocked.

"Junior brother, don't be careless." Chen Jun reminded.

"What, don't you dare?"

Seeing the two of them whispering to each other, the disciple of Tianji Sect stepped out of another person. He also had a strong physique and provocatively said.

"Hehe, you're just a few bulls, what's the point?" Feng Lingshuang smiled slightly and walked out.

The sound of streams passing through the stones was heard, which attracted the disciples of Tianji Sect to look at each other.

Seeing Feng Lingshuang's blue shirt fluttering in the wind, she was like an emptied immortal who was like an ordinary person who had been studying weapon structures in the sect for many years. When did she see such a fairy-like woman? She was stunned at this moment. Everyone was thinking in their hearts.

"Haha, Yuan Haocang, the chief disciple who came here this time, don't know the girl's name?"

The heavenly king mentioned by Gongsun Mo called himself Yuan Haocang, and stepped forward and bowed and asked.

"Hmph, if you want to fight, just hit it. That's so much nonsense." Feng Lingshuang shook her sleeves and slanted her delicate body.

"Hey, although Haocang is not talented, he never hits a woman." Yuan Haocang straightened his waist and was so majestic.

A word did not arouse Feng Lingshuang's reaction, but instead made the other four disciples of the Tianji Sect look at Yuan Haocang, who is quite mature and charming.

"When Brother Cang's flame palm is over, it seems that Mrs. Yuan has not recovered yet, right?" Someone muttered ignorantly.

One sentence caused a quiet scene and made people stunned.

Boss, let's stop beating, it's too much. Xiao Bayi twisted his turtle, shook his head and walked back.

Yuan Haocang's face turned red, and he looked like a monkey butt, and he cursed the fool, "Whether it doesn't open, it's what pot it can be."

"Haha, Mo Laoer, your disciples of Tianji Sect are really interesting." Feng Xiutong smiled faintly and shook his head helplessly.

"Get out, don't lose my people."

Gongsun Mo's face froze and he scolded him sternly. If there was a crack in the ground, he would probably have gotten in there.

He turned to the spotlight and said: "All right, I can't bully you, Old Man Feng. Why not let the fifth-ranked disciple in my Tianji Sect come out and find someone to discuss it. You can rest assured that he has the peak of his innate cultivation and his subordinates are not worthy of it."

"I am Zhao You, and I am willing to learn from the girl." The disciple of Tianji Sect, named Zhao You, took a few steps forward and bowed his hands.

"Haha, how can it be my senior sister's turn? I'll do it."

Feng Shikang also has the peak of innate cultivation, and is known for his fast and ruthlessness, and the two of them are equally matched.

"Okay, they are both ranked fifth, which is relatively fair. Why not just have a chance to compete with each other." Feng Xiutong handed Feng Shikang a look of beating him to death.

Chen Mo and Chen Jun looked at each other. It seemed that we were not worth it. Such a small minion was not worth taking action, so they immediately retreated.

"Mo Lao Er, come on, let's have a place for the younger generations, I'll treat you to tea."

Feng Xiutong raised the purple clay teapot in his hand, pulled Gongsun Mo to the side, sat down on a naked stone, poured a cup of tea, and served it.

"I have a cleanliness obsessiveness and don't drink a pot of tea with others." Gongsun Mo's face was gloomy, and he really wanted to break the purple clay pot with one foot.

Before Feng Xiutong could take back the tea, his eyes suddenly became stunned and he grabbed his wrist.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he said, "Yes, Liu Mei has a cleanliness obsessiveness. How could she give you a teapot?"

Feng Xiutong's heart skipped a beat and said seriously: "Mo Lao Er, are you still finished?"

After saying that, he broke away from his wrist and looked at the two men who were in the duel. He was suddenly stunned and suddenly raised his arms.

before.

Bang!

That disciple named Zhao You of Tianji Sect fell beside him.

"Young brother is a good person." Zheng Jun shouted.

Feng Xiutong looked at Feng Shikang, whose palm strength had not yet disappeared, stood among the two groups of people, and shouted: "Okay, I am worthy of my disciple of Tianlei Dao."

He turned to look at Gongsun Mo who was standing beside him with a smile and said, "I said Mo Lao Er...ah."

The smile stopped and the words came to an abrupt end.

Gongsun Mo was naturally full of anger, but the face full of pleated face was full of tea in his cup.

"Mo Lao Er, calm down, calm down, let's continue watching." Feng Xiutong hurriedly helped him wipe it, but his heart was filled with joy.

Gongsun Mo had no expression on his face, suppressing his anger, and said, "Old Man Feng, don't touch me. Stay away from me." Then he moved his body and kept a distance.

Before Zhao You was ready, Feng Shikang flashed and hit him. He felt pain on his waist and gritted his teeth and slapped the ground.

A layer of light red black evil covers the body, and the breath condenses along the arms and palms. A fiery red palm print was shot out with an eagle like a rabbit.

"Lava Palm"

Feng Shikang's eyes condensed. He attacked the palm of his palm, and a layer of dust fog blew up on the ground, and it rotated to the side. The dust fog stormed and scraped dozens of small vortexes.

Bang.

In the dust fog in the middle of one palm, most of the dust suddenly dissipated, and a three-foot-long palm print appeared on the ground.

Zhao You fell to the ground and was stunned. The dust dissipated, but no Feng Shikang was seen. He suddenly felt something was wrong, and a chill behind him hit his spine.

Feng Shikang had already turned behind him. At this time, a ball of mysterious evil condensed on the fist as big as a sandbag, swung it out at his back, and the energy burst out.

"Hehe, Mo Lao Er, your disciple reacted too slowly."

Feng Xiutong looked sideways at Gongsun Mo who was avoiding him from afar, too lazy to argue with him. While looking ahead, he carefully placed the purple clay teapot on the stone beside him.

Zhao Youzao, who was here, turned around, faced the surging fist force, stepped heavily under his feet, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and flew back and rose.

Bang.

A wave of air burst out against Zhao You's body, which made him slash the ground with his feet, and he retreated two or three feet like an old cow plowing the ground.

puff.

The man was still standing there, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Junior Brother Feng is not slow," Chen Mo praised.

"Haha, don't think that you are the only one who can thunder soundtrack. Don't forget that it's from the Feng family." Feng Lingshuang was unforgivable and glanced at Chen Mo with disdain.

"Hmph." Chen Mo smiled helplessly and continued, "It's a pity that he almost got angry. This guy hasn't shown his trump card yet."

Zhao You, who was standing firmly, his eyebrows shrank, and the storage ring flashed on his crossed fists. Two iron objects were inserted into his arms twice, shocking him to take two steps back to stabilize his waist.

The iron tool was engraved with a layer of inscriptions and talismans, an iron pipe as thick as a thumb, inserted directly into the storage ring, and two black holes on the wrist.

"What?" Feng Xiutong couldn't help asking.

"Haha, I haven't seen Old Man Feng before. It's a spiritual striker cannon made by Xuan Iron, so that you can see his power."

Gongsun Mo looked at Feng Xiutong in a daze, but his eyes fell on the purple clay teapot beside him.

Zhao You expanded his arms, aimed a spirit slaughter gun at Feng Shikang in front of him, and the other flanked by the side. A wisp of spiritual thought was raised in the sea of ​​consciousness, prompting his fingers to go up the storage ring.

Two spirit stones are filled at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.

"Hehe, see if you are flashing faster or my hand cannon is fast." Zhao Youzi laughed.

Suddenly, a thread of energy was drawn out, and the cannon was filled in an instant, causing a flash of golden light to appear in the inscription talisman.
To be continued...