"Mo Yuanchi has made a bunch of idiots out of you with good aptitude. I blush for him. If you are a little praiseworthy, it is also the biggest failure."

Yue Kong looked at the three people in front of him and said coldly.

As he spoke, he reached forward again. The air was slightly distorted. Shan Qiulin and his younger martial sister both vomited blood and flew out.

Then Yue Kong went to Jiangshan step by step.

If you want to break Jiang Shan's arms, never look for others!

"I want you dead!"

With only one arm left, Jiang Shan gritted his teeth and roared, and rushed to yuekong again. His left index finger and middle finger pointed like a sword. Zhenyuan turned into a four foot golden sword and stabbed him with all his might.

His shameful side was seen. Since he could not kill everyone, he might as well die himself

"Stupid! Keep this arm, too

Yue Kong disdains to say that he still reaches forward slightly. The air is slightly twisted and the golden sword is smashed. The next moment, Jiang Shan's left hand will turn into blood mist.

"Don't...!"

The little younger martial sister who was shaken out has blood spilled from her mouth. People are looking at this direction in the air and screaming in despair.

"How could this be..."

Shan Qiulin, who was also shaken out, was mumbling something at a loss and at a loss, slamming into the ruins.

It wasn't what he wanted to see, but it turned out to be.

"That Yue Kong could easily kill Shan Qiulin and his three elder martial brothers and sisters, but he didn't do that. He was waiting for someone like a cat playing a mouse!"

The poplar in the distance looked at this side, slightly frowned, and whispered in his heart.

Seeing that Jiang Shan's other arm was about to be smashed, Yue Kong's face was calm, but his eyebrows were raised and he looked up to the distance. A faint smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

In the night, a three foot old and simple sword came across the sky.

The primitive sword has a blood like texture. The sword body is wrapped by a layer of transparent sword awn. It cuts through the void, and the air is twisted. It is silent but fast as lightning!

When Yue Kong lifted his arm, his fingertips twisted with black Zhenyuan, and pointed to the three foot long sword coming across the sky.

The distance between his fingers and the sword is three inches. The picture is like a silent frame. When the fingers and the blade are close to each other, the air around him distorts and spreads like a ripple.

At the same time, with Yue Kong's fingertips getting closer and closer to the sword, Zhenyuan above his fingers and the transparent awn beyond the edge of the sword are also disappearing and collapsing.

All this seems to be slow, but in fact it is as fast as lightning. For others, it may be just a moment, but for Yue Kong, the process is long.

In the end, his fingertips really touched the blade of the sword, but it was the Zhenyuan on his fingers that first dissipated.

The canthus of his eyes narrowed slightly, and Yue Kong felt that his fingertips were pierced by the only remaining awn of his primitive sword!

Yue Kong's fingers bent and turned into shadows. He played two times in succession on the side of the sword tip. The first shot dissipated, and the second shot of long sword flew back!

"Is that a Shinto sword?"

Looking at the poplar in the distance, his eyes widened.

In the night, the distance was a little far. He didn't really see the situation there. He only saw a long sword flying near yuekong, and then yuekong lifted the sword and flew away again!

Ma Dan, I didn't see clearly

"Bloody sword! It's the master

There, in the ruins, the little sister who had already collapsed in despair saw that the sword was flying to save Jiang Shan. Then she was surprised and said that hope had been kindled in her red eyes.

When the sword flies back to the sky, the sword flies back from Changyi to Changyue.

"Mo Yuanchi, you are here at last. If you are a little later, you may not see your three apprentices"

Yue Kong looked at the old man a few meters away with his hands on his back and said with a faint smile.

Behind his back, Yue Kong wiped his right index finger and thumb, and a drop of blood on the tip of his index finger was erased.

Mo Yuanchi, dressed in a gray robe, has gray and white hair. He looks like he was nearly eighty last year, but his face is ruddy and there are few wrinkles. I wonder how he maintains it.

Looking at Yue Kong with a kind face, he nodded his head and said:

"I, the three non earning disciples, have caused you trouble. The apprentices have made mistakes, and they have not been taught well. Here I apologize for them, and they have been punished. How about letting them go?"

"Master, how can the master suffer from the mistakes committed by his disciples?"

After Mo Yuanchi, Jiang Shan's face changed, which was similar to that of a dead dog. His expression was complicated. Regardless of his injured body, he turned over and knelt down and said that he had no face to see people when his head touched the bottom.

Mo Yuanchi turns around and looks at Jiang Shan's affectionate shaking head"Silly child, it's a teacher's fault that he failed to teach you to be a good teacher. He failed to teach you to distinguish right from wrong. This is also his fault. What happened here is not your fault, but being a teacher"

Jiang Shan looked up and looked at Mo Yuanchi. His expression was so complicated that he was so ashamed and indignant that his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He couldn't say a word again Bow your head and touch your head to the bottom.

At the moment when Jiang Shan bowed his head, Mo Yuanchi flicked his finger, put a pill into his mouth and said:

"good healing, there is a teacher here"

with that, Mo Yuanchi turned again and looked at Yue Kong.

"They are young people, and they will inevitably make mistakes. I am not going to argue with them, but they killed people in my Wanhua building. Since you are their master, it is up to you to give me an explanation"

"it should be so. What do you want?"

Mo Yuanchi nodded.

"I wanhualou has killed and injured more than a thousand people. I'm good at it. People can't be reborn after death. I don't want money. Leave the blood tattooed sword in your hand to make amends"

Yue Kong looked at Mo Yuanchi and said faintly.

"Good"

Mo Yuanchi was stunned and nodded his head calmly.

"Master, it's a legacy of Shizu in the past. How can you hand it over to others? It's all the fault of the disciple, which should be paid back by the disciple. It's no big deal that the disciple gave up his life."

Jiang Shan raised his head instantly, and his left hand lifted up and patted his head.

"Elder martial brother, don't"

the younger martial sister on the other side screams with fright.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."

Shan Qiulin lies in the ruins and mumbles to himself. His head is blank and completely covered.

Mo Yuanchi stepped out and appeared around Jiang Shan like a ghost. He grabbed his hand and shook his head:

"silly boy, the blood tattoo sword is just an external thing. How can life be important? Life is hard won. It shouldn't be so cheap. Now give the blood tattoo sword to others. In the future, you should practice martial arts well. When you have the skill, you can take back the blood tattoo sword Jiang Shan was stunned, his face changed, and then he lowered his head and gnawed his teeth.

"Thanks for the instruction of master Xie, I understand that I will not give up in any case. I promise that I will take back the blood tattooed sword in my lifetime. Otherwise, I will not die if I am not struck by thunder and lightning!"

"Good boy, just understand it"

Mo Yuanchi nodded and laughed happily.

Then he went to yuekong and came two meters away. He looked down at the bloody sword in his hand. He touched the sword with his dry hand. He was reluctant to give up in his eyes. Then he closed his eyes, shook his head and laughed, and handed the sword over without saying a word.

Yue Kong still looks at Mo Yuanchi with his hands on his back, his face calm and he doesn't say anything.

At this time, Hua Sanniang, who had already retreated to the distance, was very smart. She quickly came over and took Mo Yuanchi's blood stripe sword in her hands and stood behind yuekong.

"Master, I'm also wrong, and I swear that I will recover the blood tattooed sword with my elder martial brother all her life"

the younger martial sister came up pale and looked at Mo Yuanchi, swearing, but most of her attention was focused on Jiang Shan.

"Silly child, it's good to have this heart"

Mo Yuanchi shook his head and laughed, then looked at Shan Qiulin who was not far away.

"It seems that you teachers and apprentices need a separate space, so I won't disturb you. Sanniang, let people clean up the place"

Yue Kong first looked at Mo Yuanchi and nodded, and then slightly leaned to Hua Sanniang holding the blood tattooed sword behind him.

After that, Yue Kong took the lead to walk out of the broken yard, but after two steps, he stopped without turning back and said:

"I didn't expect that you have touched the threshold of the master's realm. It's a pity..."

Leave such a sentence, Yue Kong steps away.

Then hundreds of people quickly came to the courtyard to quickly deal with the mess and take away the broken limbs and arms. In less than 10 minutes, hundreds of people left quickly.

"Master, are you close to becoming a master? Then why did he give the blood tattooed sword to Yue Kong? "

Jiang Shan, kneeling on the ground, asked.

However, when Jiang Shan's words fell, Mo Yuanchi's expression changed slightly, and a trace of blood flowed down his mouth. He lifted his hand to dry his head and shook his head:

"being a teacher is just a glimpse of the threshold of the master's state, and he has not really stepped into that realm. Moreover, he is also old, and his blood is declining severely. Yue Kong is young and strong. This is exactly what he sees It's not that I don't have the strength to fight with him. It's just that I'm old and can't kill him. If I do, he may die. Once I die, you brothers and sisters will be in danger. "

"Master, it's all the fault of the disciple. I'll definitely seize the blood pattern sword"

Jiang Shan took a deep breath and said.

"Now, calm down?"

Mo Yuanchi looked at Jiang Shan with a kind smile."Master, disciple Ah After that, he has no face to see people. "

Jiang Shan said bitterly.

"Elder martial brother, I believe you are not that kind of person. No matter what, I will accompany you."

when the younger martial sister came to Jiang Shan, she looked at his broken arm and bit his lips and said.

Not far away, Shan Qiulin looked at the situation. With a wry smile, he staggered up and came over. Then, he bent his knees and knelt down in front of Mo Yuanchi:

"master, all the faults are due to the disciple..."

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