Campus Superb Mad God

"Well, you go. I'm going to practice."

Tang Zichen and his wife immediately turned and walked out of the cave.

"Wait a minute." As soon as Tang Zichen walked out of the gate of the cave, Mu Xiaoyao yelled.

"What's the matter with master Xiaoyao?"

"Wind light cloud, when did you step into the grand master?"

Tang Zichen said: "a few years ago."

"I was a few years ago, too. Would you mind if we had a fight?" Mu Xiaoyao said.

After thinking about it, Tang Zichen seems to be hesitating, because Tang Zichen can feel that he can defeat Mu Xiaoyao with one hand. After all, Tang Zichen learned from ancient geniuses in the memory stone, not to mention Tang Zichen. I'm afraid that Tang Zichen's teacher can easily defeat Mu Xiaoyao.

Tang Zichen said, "do you really want to do it?"

"Tang Zichen, I want to see your strength as well as my strength. My goal is to kill the strict Temple of the Dragon sect. It's good to have a good fight with other masters."

"OK, then I'm not polite. Do my best."

"Of course, I don't want your humility."

"Good."

Tang Zichen and Mu Xiaoyao stand outside the cave, facing each other. They both exude the breath of their own martial arts, and their clothes blow up without wind.

A minute later, Mu Xiaoyao took the lead and rushed to Tang Zichen.

"Hum." Mu Xiaoyao's sword attacks Tang Zichen in a strange way, which seems to be his best angle.

However, in Tang Zichen's view, it is very low-end, as if everyone's understanding of martial arts is not at the same level. Sometimes a little understanding of martial arts can lead to different results.

Tang Zichen suddenly took out his hand and didn't put out his sword. He just flicked his finger and accurately flicked it on Mu Xiaoyao's sword

"Dang." With the sound of the carefree sword, my body fell back a few steps, and even the sword in my hand came out.

"Ah." Mu Xiaoyao was stunned on the spot and looked at Tang Zichen inconceivably.

"Why? Are you a great master Mu Xiaoyao asked.

Tang Zichen shook his head and said, "I'm not a great master, I'm just a great master. I still have a long way to go."

"Then why are you so powerful?"

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're weak."

"Here it is." Mu Xiaoyao is very depressed. Although he has only been a master for a few years, he is not so weak.

Tang Zichen said: "Uncle Xiaoyao, I'd better call you uncle. You still have a lot to understand in martial arts. Your martial arts, and even the martial arts of many people in this world, have many deficiencies compared with those of ancient times. But I'm missing a little. By chance, I learned a lot about people's martial arts in ancient times. That's why I can defeat you easily. Besides, I'm afraid your martial arts are still in the first place. "

"Er, what's the second weight of martial arts?"

"Of course. Well, uncle Xiaoyao, it's time for me to go."

Tang Zichen and his wife immediately flew up.

"Wait a minute." Mu Xiaoyao yelled again.

"Uncle Xiaoyao, what else can I do for you?"

Muxiaoyao depressed way: "I in this cave enlightenment for a few years, not as you say two words, do, quit, wind light cloud, take me."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"I'll hang out with you."

"Ah." Tang Zichen didn't respond. Mu Xiaoyao wanted to mix with him. This was once the leader of the demon sect. However, it doesn't matter, because Tang Zichen is no longer a member of the decent alliance. It's time for Tang Zichen to establish his own faction.

"But, uncle Xiaoyao, you are my elder, and you are my father. I love you."

"Feng Qingyun, I'm a member of the demon sect. The demon sect doesn't talk about those messy identities. Weak is weak and strong is strong. Now I want to follow you, because I think that following you is more promising than staying in this cave myself."

Tang Zichen said with a smile: "Uncle Xiaoyao, in this case, let's go with me. I intended to be a sect of my own. If you, the former leader of the demon sect, join us, we can better strengthen our endless sect. We'll learn from you in the future, and we'll learn from you. "

"Good." In this way, Mu Xiaoyao followed Tang Zichen regardless of his identity.

However, before he left, Mu Xiaoyao took his wife with him. Mu Xiaoyao's wife is an elder of the demon sect, and her strength is in the middle of the patriarchal realm, which is called huaxianzi.

"Hello, aunt Hua." Tang Zichen said hello politely. After all, it's mu qianjue's mother. Of course, I don't know if it's her mother, because it's rare to hear mu qianjue talk about her mother.

Four people left the demon cult.

On the way, Tang Zichen asked: "Uncle Xiaoyao, about my master, don't you really plan to tell us in advance? Do we have to wait until we get back to the Dragon sect? "Mu Xiaoyao sighed and said, "if you really want to know ahead of time, I can tell you that after all, any bigger person in the whole Wulin knows about it, but you have to be prepared."

Tang Zichen's teacher's wife immediately cried out. Although Mu Xiaoyao didn't say it yet, he had already explained everything with a word of psychological preparation.

Tang Zichen hugged his wife.

Mu Xiaoyao said, "I'm not going around the bush. Ding Ru is dead."

The elder martial mother cried out with grief. Although the result had been predicted for many times, and she had made such psychological preparation before, there was still a trace of extravagant hope in her heart. At the moment, she heard the news that her husband was dead, and it was very painful.

Tang Zichen said with tears, "my master, when and how did you die? Do you know who the strong one who killed my master is? "

Mu Xiaoyao said: "your master died in the righteous alliance about 12 years ago. No one knows who killed him. But I heard that it seems to have something to do with your life experience. Of course, it's all heard."

"Hoo." Tang Zichen took a deep breath, hugged her and said with tears, "take care of yourself, madam. You promised me that if master is gone, you should be strong and brave to live, because you still have us."

Flower Fairy also busy comforting Yan Xinyi.

After a long time, she calmed down and went back to the world. As a result, her husband had been dead for 12 years, but she didn't see her last face. Even though she calmed down, her grief was still as painful as a knife.

Tang Zichen asked his wife to ride the same horse with her, and continued to drive with her spiritless wife.

After a week's running, Tang Zichen and others returned to Wuzhou City, where they met their former brothers in an inn.