The Zonglin Sect, with this name, few people dared to have such thoughts, let alone standing here, but the first disciple of the Zonglin Sect, even Liang Ming, did not react and let Dongfang Mo's pressure sweep him.

After a moment, Liang Ming understood, but the pressure that was shrouded in his own way seemed to be unable to do anything to him. So why did the Mo Jian say the big words?

Liang Ming is not stupid. He would not be arrogant enough to think that the cultivation of this Mo Jian is too low because the blood sword was forced away. He thought he was a hermit master who deliberately hid his cultivation and was unwilling to let him touch it to the end.

"Brother, what sect do you belong to? Do you have any misunderstandings with our sect Lin sect?" Liang Ming quickly said to Mo Jian politely.

"Why, in the blink of an eye, I'm so lonely, you feel guilty and want to get close to you." Dongfang Mo sneered, hugging his shoulders, his pressure was just like that, but this made Liang Ming's face turn white.

"Mo Jian, our Zonglin School has always convinced people with reason. Don't toast and not eat the punishment." Anger appeared in Liang Ming's eyes.

Mo Jian is still so lazy, as if he has no perception of Liang Ming’s changes: “What’s wrong, am I wrong? You just want to ask about my identity, and think that the monk can’t run away from the temple, so use my sect to force me to submit.”

Liang Ming gritted his teeth and his face changed: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, how can you come from so much nonsense?" Liang Ming had already improved his spiritual energy as he spoke, and he was about to take action.

Dongfang Mo was still talking slowly there: "To be honest, I am a marching ascetic practitioner. Today I happened to see that you are trading here today. It was such a big deal and so many good things. How can I not be jealous? What we marching ascetic practitioners lack the most is the cultivation resources. Can I let you go? Besides, your transaction can be carried out secretly in private. You are doing it in the Zonglin School, and you must make the city full of wind and rain. Everyone knows that if no one beats you, you really think you are the boss here."

"Damn" Everyone was buzzing with his head by this passage. What's the rhythm? It seems that since the Youtian Holy Realm, there seems to be the Zonglin Sect. This should be the oldest sect, no one. No one dared to say that the Zonglin Sect is not. Now, this young man appeared, pointing at the Zonglin Sect's nose and scolding, making their brains absolutely short-circuited and confused.

"Mo Jian" Liang Ming couldn't listen to anything. As the first disciple of the Zonglin Sect, he will be the leader of the Zonglin Sect from now on. Someone provoked him like this, and he would be sorry for his identity if he didn't kill him. "Stop talking nonsense, don't you want to steal grandpa's things? Then you can pass my level first."

While speaking, Liang Ming improved his spiritual energy, held a sword in his hand, and activated his own power to the extreme. Even the body of Mo Jian had some feelings. I have to say that Liang Ming's combat power is really not weak.

Dongfang Mo took the opportunity to retract his pressure because he was the ninth-level Xuan King. If he fought head-on in this regard, he would be asking for trouble. He still relied on the fact that Xuan King could not break the body of Mo Jian, and he had a soul cultivation level that was more advanced than Xuan King's.

Liang Ming moved, the sword in his hand was brewing his secret skills, and the sword shadows were everywhere. Dongfang Mo's body seemed to have so many palm shadows, almost rushing towards Liang Ming, but the difference was that Liang Ming was only moving his hands, and his hands kept urging the ultimate skill, while the ink sword rushed towards Liang Ming.

"Fighting in close proximity" Liang Ming's slash had just come out and had not yet to tear apart this space. Therefore, people could see clearly that the Mo Jian rushed over directly. If it weren't for the last moment, no one would have used this method to fight, because as a cultivator, he was destined to use his own various means at the beginning.

Therefore, when people saw Mo Jian's behavior, it was unimaginable that people were not very good at talking.

Why does this ink sword fight like a secular person? When you meet, you will tear it up and pinch it.

After the "bang", the void was shattered, forming countless cracks of all sizes, which also blocked people's sight

But Liang Ming looked at the behavior of the Mo Jian in shock. In his opinion, the Mo Jian was simply suicide. He didn't even bother to analyze anything. He directly injected his spiritual energy into it, making the damage of his attack even more terrifying.

Dongfang Mo sensed Liang Ming's fierce attack through Mo Jian's body, but the corner of his lips moved slightly. The biggest harm to Mo Jian's body was that when he came up, with the moment of impact, such a slash could damage Mo Jian's body. However, what Liang Ming did at present was basically useless work.

In his hand, he was already holding the Nine Palace Bracelet on Liang Ming's waist tightly. With a thought, Dongfang Mo's restriction fell on Liang Ming's waist, causing him to take off his Nine Palace Bracelet and make him feel nothing at all.

Dongfang Mo also understood that he could not stay with Liang Ming just now. His spiritual energy was improved, and the countless palm shadows that had been released just now changed. Although the number seemed to have become smaller, he sent the attack to Liang Ming more sharply and accurately.

It's just that the change is a little too fast. In fact, Dongfang Mo once again used the second level of the Nine Profound Lesson.

This situation made Liang Ming take some energy to block it, so Dongfang Mo seized the fleeting opportunity and left

When the cracks in the void slowly closed, the situation people saw was actually a bit confused.

Because the two people were a hundred steps apart, Liang Ming stood there as if nothing was wrong, holding the long sword in his hand in his hand, pointing the sword tip to the ground, and his face was filled with contempt.

But when looking at Mo Jian, the blood on the left shoulder seemed to have just stopped. This time it was the right arm again. The sleeves of the clothes had fallen off, and the whole right arm was covered in blood. The flesh of the huge wound was turning out, and the blood was flowing like a stream.

"No, can this guy rush over and kill him?"

"I didn't seem to be so stupid just now, and I was thinking about what to do."

"What's going on?"

This situation occurs, anyway, there are all things to say

Liang Ming has not yet figured out what Mo Jian’s behavior was. When everyone said this, he felt that Mo Jian’s behavior just now was like a fool. He also felt that he had a clear mind and smiled disdainfully: “Is it because your body is so strong that you can practice it through this method?”

"Wow" This is an undisguised ridicule, and naturally many people can hear it, but no matter how you look at it, how stupid the behavior of this Mo Jian is

"How did I practice? You don't seem to care. Do I have a master myself, or are you used to being so domineering and making your mind go bad?" Dongfang Mo ridiculed Liang Ming in the same tone.

Liang Ming was so angry that his nose was almost crooked. Not to mention the other thing about this Mo Jian, the skill of his mouth seemed to be the highest: "Hmph, I really want to know why you dare to say this?"

"Haha, why can I kill you by myself?" Mo Jian said this very lightly and casually.

"Your sister Mo Jian, can you still have some shame? Can you still have no lower limit? Don't you look at your embarrassed look, and you dare to say shamelessly that you want your grandfather's life or not. I will chop you up if you believe it or not." Liang Ming spitted out and kept saying this.

"Liang Ming, I originally wanted to give you some face. It seems that you really don't want it. I ask you, you really feel that you took advantage just now." Mo Jian said here, and moved his injured arm slightly, and blood flowed out again with shocking sensation.

Liang Ming looked at Mo Jian like a fool: "What do you mean? Could it be that you took advantage of me? I will tell you that if I do it again, I will never show mercy." After saying that, Liang Ming's sword pointed directly at Mo Jian, and the expression on his face was extremely disdainful.

"Hehe" Mo Jian just chuckled.

People are already confused by Mo Jian. What are you going to do? You're being slashed and stupid.

"It seems that stupid people are not those who look stupid on the surface, but people like you are right." Mo Jian said this and raised his left hand slightly. As soon as his palm spread out, a nine-palace bracelet appeared in his hand. He looked at Liang Ming contemptuously, "Look at if there is a nine-palace bracelet missing on your waist."

This sudden change made Liang Ming suddenly unable to find Bei. He looked down at his waist. The Nine Palace Bracelet disappeared.

Liang Ming looked up at the Nine Palace Bracelet in Mo Jian's hand opposite, and what was going on? His spiritual sense swept over at once. It was his own Nine Palace Bracelet, why did it get into Mo Jian's hand?
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