The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 136

The collapsed ground was pitted, and the surface was irregularly torn apart.

Mo San knelt there, too decadent to stand up.

"Ahem, what a monster! I don't know if it's luck or misfortune to be able to stay in the field." A hoarse female voice sounded from behind Mo Fu, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

"Well, what a monster!" Mo Fu replied subconsciously, and then he immediately came to his senses. At this time, the person who can come to talk to him is not an acquaintance, but must be a competitor.

Turning around in a hurry and standing up, Mr. Mo looked at the person vigilantly.

The white faxiu skirt was already dirty and full of mud. He looked more than 20 years old, and he could only be called a handsome face. His face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, which looked familiar.

"who are you?"

"Mingfeng Peak, He Suyi."

After being kicked away by the petite female cultivator, Senior Sister Su Yi was spared because she was unable to continue joining the battle group. Originally, at this time, according to her original intention, she wanted to hide secretly and make plans after her body recovered.But after she noticed in the dark that her opponent was able to absolutely crush the sword cultivator of Chongxiao Peak, she immediately felt that there might be other unknown situations in this martial arts competition season.

"The female cultivator just now cannot be a monk in the Qi training period of our sect."

"Well, it's too scary. I'm afraid it's Jindan, or even Nascent Soul." Third Master Mo said with lingering fear.

He Suyi seemed to be in a bad state, and he had no intention of doing anything, so he spoke in a good voice, but Mo Fu couldn't think of a reason to do it himself, so he stood there to answer.

"I've never seen her, has Junior Brother Mo seen her?"

"No, but I don't know how many disciples in the sect are real." After Mo Sanye finished speaking, he said again: "But no matter what you think, it's wrong! Is there a way for senior sister to contact the teacher outside?"

"They should have noticed." He Suyi sighed, thinking that after Yu Wanqing was seconded, if she went out, she might have reported the abnormal situation to Jindan Daoist who was in charge of supervision, but, until now , The second round has not been forcibly stopped. Could it be that Zongmen thinks there is no major problem?

Mo Sanye is a rough old man with a simple idea. Seeing that He Suyi was confident in what he said, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he drew back his sword and planned to continue to trouble Wen Qingqing.

"However, in order to let the elders of the sect know more details, I'd like to trouble Junior Brother Mo to explain it carefully." Unexpectedly, He Suyi suddenly exerted strength, and when Mo San was defenseless, he stabbed Mo San with a sword. Wearing Mo San's heart, before the red-nosed sword repairer disappeared, he said softly: "Accompany you, I admit defeat!"

Outside Xufeng's martial arts arena, there is the Heart Refining Pavilion.

After Mo Shoucheng knocked out No. 14 disciples who kept shouting "Kill you", he sat down cross-legged again. There was a small table in front of him. On the table was a round mirror. It flashed frequently, and there was a pretty girl beside her leaning over to serve tea, with a sweet voice: "Master, if you don't drink this tea, it will get cold again."

Line up behind him, the fourteen disciples of the sect were all unconscious, they were all restrained by him just now.

"Chen'er, have you sent a message to the head of Dongfang Peak?"

"Well, the summons have already been made. The head of Dongfang Peak said that there are still not enough people, so come back when everyone comes out."

"Okay." The male cultivator named Mo Shoucheng took a sip of his tea and let out a long breath as he simply agreed.This is a man who seems to be in poor health. His silver hair is half-length but not short. He fell to the ground.

But it was this sickly man who, with every gesture, dealt with the fourteen "unintentional" disciples effortlessly.

(End of this chapter)