Two jade talismans appeared in Mo Qingchen's hand. He was so angry that his face was livid. The ancestor had told him that the killer was a familiar acquaintance of Chang Siguo and had left the Jade Bow Territory. The huge commotion caused by the sea thousands of miles away could help. certificate.
But there are people who are bold enough to pretend to be a killer and want to deal with him who has just come out of seclusion and destroy the hope of the Mo family's rise.
If he didn't know the inside story that the Slayer had left the Jade Bow Territory, and suddenly saw a guy claiming to be the Slayer jump out and attack him, he would be in a panic and be at a loss to deal with it, and he would probably die.
You Ji, who was also under the fire cover, held a silver ring in her hand, her face was calm, her eyes reflected the shining flames, and she looked like a clown through the light screen, looking at the piercing fire red who was urging the sword to attack. Monk in long robe.
That guy is tired of pretending to be a killer in front of his master.
"Stay there, don't run around and be careful."
Chang Siguo saw that Huo Liuzhu lived up to his expectations and blocked the opponent's first three most ferocious attacks through explosions, impacts, and defusing methods. He sent a message to give instructions, flashed out from the side of the light mask, and quickly rushed towards the three hundred The golden elixir monk wearing a fiery red robe rushed over.
Dozens of afterimages appeared in the sky, and the next moment they approached the monks who were still trying to break through the fire beads' protection.
"I am a killer, how dare you"
The red-robed monk shouted angrily, and what greeted him was an unreasonable and huge figure with a fist.
The shadow of the fist superimposed several blurry shadows in the air, and it suddenly accelerated. With a bang, it hit the red-robed monk with earthy-yellow runes on his body. With just one punch, the red-robed monk was turned into an empty gourd. The fierce attack of the robed monk below was naturally interrupted.
"I will fight with you"
The red-robed monk roared while rolling. He blocked the attack with his magic weapon. Fortunately, he was not injured, but his plan failed and he fell into an extremely dangerous situation.
Pretending to be a killer and killing people in the city, what he wanted was momentum. He angrily swung his red sword and slashed at the approaching figure.
Trying to use the famous "Killing Heart Knife" to drive back the martial artist who dares to fight him, and gain opportunities for himself to use teleportation to escape.
The gray sword light flashed in the air, facing the brilliant firelight.
"Chicha", there was a sound of metal clashing. The red knife that the red-robed monk injected with mana to chop broke into two pieces. The mountain-like gravity impact knocked the red-robed monk into the granite ground of the street below.
"Bang", the granite cracked and splashed. The red-robed monk was a little confused. How could this happen?
All the monks watching secretly opened their eyes wide.
The knife was actually cut off
Chang Siguo put the sword into its sheath with a swipe, and with just one strike, he dispelled all the monks' fear of the killer.
There was no need for him to take action later, as his previous punch didn't have the full force.
An angry shout came, "The thief dares to pretend to be a murderer and carry out assassinations in Beiya City. He is seeking death."
"Pa", a condensed five-foot palm print was slapped on the head of the red-robed monk who was struggling to cast a spell to escape. The red-robed monk was slapped so hard that he fainted to the ground with blood flowing from his orifices. The remaining half of the sword appeared in the pop-up In Mo Qiuyuan's hands.
Then several figures appeared in the air nearby, all of them were Beiya City masters.
One of the old men, with white hair and beard, looked majestic. He glanced at Chang Siguo, who was waving his hand to extinguish the blazing flames of nearby shops and houses. He appeared next to Mo Qiuyuan, picked up another severed knife that fell on the ground, weighed it for a moment, and laughed angrily. "What a courageous thief, who doesn't know whether to live or die, he dares to pretend to be a murderer and commit murder in Beiya City. The crime should be punished by the nine tribes."
If the killing knife breaks at a touch, the killer will die countless times.
If the fake killer attracts the real killer to Beiya City, the unlucky ones will not be the ones present.
I was also secretly surprised by the sharpness of the dusty long sword of the outstanding body refiner, who could cut off the impostor's magic weapon with just one blow. I don't know where it came from, but his relationship with the Mo family seemed to be extraordinary.
Chang Siguo retreated after his success, returned to the shield formed by the fire beads, and collected the fire beads casually.
He was very satisfied with the newly refined fire beads. Even though they were made with sixth-grade materials, they could block a blow with about 20% of the power of a monk in the Void Transformation Realm. The divine energy was indeed an energy higher than the spiritual energy. , the refined treasures have infinite uses.
When he is able to smelt sixth-grade materials, he will make a flame condensation shield according to the records of the technique. Its power is worth looking forward to.
There was a faint glow on Mo Qingchen's body. He had already put away the two sixth-level talismans given by his ancestor and handed them over to Chang Siguo. The ancestor discussed with him which skill to choose as a minor in cultivation in the future. He originally wanted to I was a little undecided, but at this moment, I made a decision in my heart.
From now on he will only practice shuriken
In less than a hundred years, he had reached a level of cultivation achievement that most monks could not achieve in a lifetime.
Because of his excellent talent, he had dabbled in weapon refining, talisman making, formations, alchemy, etc., and knew a little bit about everything, so he didn't know how to choose his main minor field.
After encountering this assassination, Chang Siguo, who was watching on the sidelines, only punched and slashed, which was simple and direct, and he exposed the appearance of the fake killer.
It touched Mo Qingchen a lot. Treasures, talismans, arrays, elixirs and other foreign objects can all be bought for one's own use. Only strength is the foundation of one's life.
Then why doesn't he concentrate on the art of swordsmanship? If he encounters any obstacle, he can break it with his sword and the enemy will be unhappy.
Mo Qingchen suddenly figured it out and swept away the barriers in his mind. He would practice swordsmanship.
With his intelligence and talent, why worry about not being able to master the sword?
One sword can defeat all laws. This is the path we aspire to.
"Thank you very much"
Mo Qingchen bowed his hands and saluted the astonished Chang Siguo, then stood up and said with a smile, "Thank you for waking me up, so that I don't have to choose between weapons, talismans, formations, and elixirs." Then he said in a troubled tone. He whispered, "Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. The choice is difficult."
He bowed slightly to signal to his third uncle, Mo Jingtian, who appeared beside him to protect him.
A group of high-level monks were surrounding them, waiting for the analysis, judgment and arrangements of the two masters of the Void Transformation Realm. From time to time, someone flew away, apparently immediately to track down the person behind the fake killer.
Mo Jingtian protected the hope of the Mo family and walked to the other side, thanking Chang Siguo in a low voice for his great contribution.
The Slayer has always been a thorn in the hearts of all Golden Elixir and Void Transformation Realm monks.
Tonight, Chang thought about pulling out this thorn in public, so that the Mo family members who knew the inside story would feel more at ease.
Chang Siguo said a few words of humility, looked at Mo Qingchen, who seemed to be sublimating himself, and asked curiously, "What skills did you choose as a minor?"
Even Mo Jingtian and You Ji looked at Mo Qingchen, who was walking with wind and suddenly changed his style and was full of confidence.
"I will practice swordsmanship and concentrate on kendo"
Mo Qingchen put his right hand behind his back and assumed an airy posture, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees.
Chang Siguo praised "a wise choice" and tilted his chin in the direction of You Ji, who was two steps behind, and said, "The real smart people are there, no matter what the cultivation of immortals, they are all at your fingertips, like you, Brother Qingchen" It’s safer to concentrate on one subject.”
If you dare to claim to be smart in front of You Ji, this is not looking for a blow.
Youji bowed her head humbly, "It's just because I know a little bit about everything and I'm not good at any one thing."
Only then did she end up regretting Wanyi's tragic ending. She should reflect on it in this life.
Mo Qingchen laughed and said, "Just because I can't compare to fellow Taoist You Ji, I'm going to learn Brother Chang's stupid method and become a master. Let's go home and continue drinking. It's hard to find a true friend. I won't come back until I'm drunk."
Chang Siguo refused with a dark face, "I'm full, I won't drink."
Isn't this a different way to attack his stupidity, just like he attacks the other party.
"Haha, before retreating, I spent a lot of money to buy two jars of the best wine and buried them under the flowers and trees. I thought that after so many years, the taste should be more mellow. Brother Chang, I really don't want to try the good wine from your hometown."
"It's hard to refuse hospitality, so just do it reluctantly."
Chang Siguo sighed in his heart, if he could really taste the good wine from his hometown, he would go through fire and water.
Unfortunately, I can’t go back to my hometown.
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