Carry out obscenity to the end

"Old Daoist, what are they doing? What are they doing running around on that platform?"

Mo Qianfeng stared: "Did you agree to join my sect and be my disciple?"

Mo Yi nodded, and said in a lovely voice: "My father said that, if he didn't object, he just acquiesced. I didn't object to the old man, so naturally I acquiesced that you are my master."

"Uh, since I'm your master, you can't call me an old man, you should call me master to be polite, you know?"

"However, my father taught me this way since I was a child. An expert like Lao Dao is either called Lao Dao, or a stinky Taoist priest, or an old bastard, who is never dead. He never taught me to call other people master." Mo The eye circles of the clothes were red, and she felt like crying, as if she had been wronged so much. [

Mo Qianfeng really couldn't figure out what kind of father would teach his children to address people like this. He opened his lips slightly to say something, but finally held back, and said naively: "Okay, compared to other titles, you should call him first. I'm old-fashioned, Master, you can call when you want to."

Mo Yi suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, nodded obediently, and asked, "The old man, what are they doing on that stage?"

Mo Qianfeng looked worriedly at the stage, Lin Yun, who was wandering around looking for opportunities, and Xiao Ao, who stood proudly and motionless, and said softly: "They are competing in martial arts, and they are competing to see who is higher. "

Mo Yi tilted his head, thought for a while and said, "Then why don't they start fighting? Don't you get tired from going around?"

Before Mo Qianfeng could answer, Mo Yi suddenly patted and laughed: "It's a fight, it's finally a fight, cut off his head, yes, a sword pierces his heart, kick him in the balls quickly, hey, what a pity."

Mo Qianfeng and Ding Muyang on the side listened to a black thread.

Ding Muyang asked with a stern face: "What is your origin, Mo boy? Why do you speak so fiercely?"

Mo Yi timidly hid behind Mo Qianfeng, and said anxiously: "In those years, many people chased me and my father, and then they fought like this, sometimes their heads flew into the sky, and sometimes their arms and legs flew away. When I was next to me, I felt numb. Every time my father killed someone, he would tell me, 'Mo Yi, if you want not to be bullied by others, you have to be more ruthless, or cut off his head with a sword, if not, then A sword pierced his heart, but still can't do it, then find a way to kick his balls, so that others will be afraid of you and dare not bully you.'”

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and there was a hint of coolness. A ruthless person like Ding Muyang felt a little goosebumps, while Mo Qianfeng frowned deeply, thinking for the first time whether it was really suitable to accept this disciple.

Mo Qianfeng thought about it for a while, and then scolded: "Enter my Immortal Cloud Dao, don't kill indiscriminately. As my disciple, you have to remember it even more, you know? Now watch your senior brothers compete carefully and learn more."

Mo Yi hummed lightly.

Both Mo Qianfeng and Ding Muyang are watching the battle on the ring nervously. This is already the last battle between the two lines. Although Ding Muyang is very sure, there are always accidents on the ring.

He couldn't help being a little envious of Ding Muyang, who was able to find such an outstanding talent. He also knew the news that he brought the unattractive Xiao Ao back to Xianyun Dao ten years ago. At this point, Luoshan is unstoppable, so is there really no hope for Dabi?

"Huh, almost..." The shallow snoring sound reached the bored Mo Qianfeng's ears, and he couldn't help but get angry. It's too ignorant for someone to dare to fall asleep at such a moment.

Mo Qianfeng followed the source of the sound, turned his head, and stood Mo Yi, who was shaking slightly, with his eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth began to saliva. The slight snoring sound came from him. He looked smiling, as if he was dreaming. what a funny thing.

Regarding this new apprentice who was recruited today, Mo Qianfeng didn't know how many times he was entangled, but he had a natural talent, even if there were all kinds of problems, for the future of Xianyun Dao, he had to endure it first.

Although Mo Qianfeng could tolerate him staying, it didn't mean he had to pamper him.

He decided to teach this tired child well, and said, "Mo Yi, what are you doing?"

Ding Muyang sneered and said: "What else can I do, of course I'm going to sleep. You dare to sleep openly in front of two elders and many brothers and sisters. Your apprentice is really lacking in education. It's really a shame for me." [

Mo Yi was awakened by the thunderous roar, rubbed his confused eyes with both hands, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the old Taoist with a livid face, Ding Muyang with a smirk on his face, and a group of people who looked at him with strange eyes and held back their laughter. The same door, with a dazed expression, said: "Old Taoist, you called me just now? What's the matter?"

Mo Qianfeng laughed back angrily: "I asked you what's the matter, I asked you to let you watch your brother compete, why did you sneak sleep on me?"

Mo Yi said innocently: "I ran here and there with my father and rarely slept, so I fell asleep. And..."

Mo Qianfeng asked: "And what? Say it!"

Mo Yi yawned: "Besides, the brothers are really bad at playing, they don't have any technical content at all, it's really boring, it's better to sleep."

"Oh..." Mo Qianfeng was stunned

"Boy Mo, do you know what you are talking about? You dare to say that they are bad and have no technical content. Are you indebted to discipline?" Ding Muyang was like a cat whose tail was trampled on, and dared to say His most proud disciple Xiao Ao is terrible, isn't this a direct slap in the face?

I really didn't expect Mo Yi to give such an answer, and Mo Qianfeng felt a headache again, but Mo Yi looked like a child, and he couldn't bear to scold him in pain: "Mo Yi, don't be so polite, you are Junior brother, you must respect your master and fellow disciples."

Mo Yi pouted, and said reluctantly, I got it.

Seeing Mo Yi's unwilling expression, Ding Muyang was very annoyed, and said angrily: "Boy Mo, tell me how bad the seniors in the ring are, and say one, two, three, four, five I'll let you go, if you can't tell, don't blame Shishu, I won't give you Shifu's favor to teach you."

Mo Yi looked at Mo Qianfeng weakly, and said aggrievedly, "Old Taoist, didn't you say that no one would bully me? Now someone is standing in your face and saying they want to teach me a lesson, will you protect me?"

Mo Qianfeng was choked by Mo Yi's words, coughed suddenly, and said with a straight face: "Don't worry, no one dares to teach you in front of Master, and your Uncle Ding is just joking with you. But you did say It's a bit too much, Master, I don't care about it, but you still need to apologize to Master Ding."

Mo Yi looked at Ding Muyang with wide eyes curiously: "The old man said that I made a mistake and I have to apologize to you. Then if I am not wrong, but you are wrong, do you want to apologize to me too?"

The eyeballs of the ground were shocked by Mo Yi's words, and the eyes of the crowd turned from Mo Yi to Ding Muyang, expecting his answer.

Ding Muyang was extremely angry, no one had dared to talk to him like this before, but the object was only a child, and he would lose face even more if he cared too much, especially now that many disciples onlookers were looking at him, and he felt that he couldn't hold back his old face.

Ding Muyang became ruthless in his heart, and turned into anger from embarrassment: "As long as you can tell why they are bad, it doesn't matter if I apologize to you, but if you can't tell, don't blame the uncle for being cruel, you can go to Siguoya and stay with me for a while." moon."

Mo Qianfeng's face darkened: "Elder Ding's words are too serious. He is only a child, how can he endure the harsh environment of Siguoya? If you have to fix this matter again, you will lose face as an uncle for nothing."

He tugged Mo Qianfeng's sleeve, and said sweetly: "Old man, it's okay, let's talk about ours, let him apologize."

Ding Muyang stretched out his index finger and pointed at Mo Yi, trembling slightly, showing extreme anger: "Master Mo, this is your apprentice who has been provoking me. You tell me what they are bad at now, or I have to punish you severely This little guy who doesn't understand dignity."

Mo Yi came out, walked forward slowly, held his head high, looked directly at the arena with both eyes, with a solemn expression, stretched out one hand, and pointed at the arena, as if he wanted to point out the country.

Unexpectedly, the little fat face of a baby, coupled with the white skin, combined with the tattered, scorched black and ill-fitting clothes, are really as weird as possible.

Because the movements on Mo Yi's side greatly inspired the gossip souls of many disciples, at least half of the disciples turned their eyes from the ring to this little junior brother who dared to speak outrageously. [

Mo Yi stood straight, with his left hand on his waist and his right finger pointing at the ring, his small face began to point very seriously: "The one in Tsing Yi, the sword should be slanted for three points, and then cut Lan Yi's throat along the way."

"Lan Yi is going to dodge to the left, so quickly change his move and throw back the carbine, hey, I missed it."

"The phantom in blue at the back is real, don't kill the one in front, idiot."

Everyone was in an uproar. They found that every sentence of Mo Yi pointed directly at the flaws of Xiao Ao in blue, especially his first sentence, which made Lao Dao and Ding Muyang sweat.

They secretly imagined what Mo Yi said, the arrogant Xiao Ao showed his flaws without knowing it, and Lin Yunjian in blue was swayed, and seemed to smash into his flaws very deliberately, but if he changed his tricks in a moment and went straight to the face, the consequences would be It's unimaginable, it's too cruel.

The last two sentences show that Mo Yi's foresight is extremely high, Lin Yun still doesn't recognize the phantoms and trajectories in Xiao Ao's movements, but the young boy has sharp eyesight and hits them every time.

The two of them fell into shock. When they were thinking about Mo Yi, they suddenly heard a long sigh from Mo Yi: "This idiot Qing Yi has missed so many good opportunities. Lan Yi is even more of a pretender. Hiding and teasing Tsing Yi for fun, sooner or later he will play himself to death."

"Hey, poor Tsing Yi, I really didn't see a loophole. Lan Yi sells a fake loophole and you sneak in. If your sword stabs Lan Yi's chest again, you will lose your head." Mo Yi looked sad. Unfortunately angry with his indisputable expression.

When everyone heard Mo Yi's words, they immediately cast all their eyes on the ring, to see if Mo Yi could really win again.

In the arena, Lin Yun, who had been unable to attack for a long time, began to feel impatient. Suddenly, he saw a loophole. Under Xiao Ao's long defense, he seemed to be unable to catch up. When he changed his moves, he showed fatigue. pause.

Lin Yun's eyes lit up, and his sword and sword instantly merged into one. He struck Huanglong straight at Xiao Ao's chest with one move.

Xiao Ao saw Lin Yun's sword body sprinting towards him without any reservation, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Just when Lin Yun's sword body was about to touch his body, his body suddenly twisted into a strange arc, and if his sword had a full body The poisonous snake, which had been powerful for a long time, entangled with Lin Yun's sword light, and after a cold sword energy, the two passed by.

Lin Yun had a long sword mark from his shoulder to his ear, blood was flowing, and half of his hair was cut off. If it weren't for the rule that one can only injure but not kill in a rivalry, I believe Lin Yun's life would definitely not be saved. .

Holding the sword with blood dripping on it, Xiao Ao looked proudly at the audience, waiting for everyone's admiration and cheers.

However, he was disappointed. Even the fans who supported him the most were silent. All of them looked at a young man who looked like a beggar. Shouldn't the shock and admiration in their eyes be directed at him? ?Why did he face this little boy, what happened under the ring just now?