"What a thief, he actually killed Nephew Yu!" Yu Dehai shouted. As soon as his sword formation came out, the wind was bleak. People outside only saw a cloud of fog covering Mo Xian. It was obvious that he had killed Nephew Yu, but he beaten him up.

Mo Xian's anger rose and he didn't say anything. He drew a talisman in the air. In an instant, the black wind blew everywhere, the yin slammed into the Yin Lei Bead, and it turned slightly and exploded.

A ball of green flame bloomed in the gray fog like a volcano. The Shark Tooth Sword was swept into the green flame, and the sea of ​​fish seemed to be hit hard by someone. The face turned red. Before his blood could be spewed out, the green flame had already rolled up and swallowed him in one go.

He screamed, with green flames on his body, and flew out. The Jindan cultivation was not a joke, but he was not dead, although he was seriously injured.

Mo Xian would not let him go. The Yin Talisman Sword turned into a sword light, dazzling his eyes. He could no longer avoid it. He screamed in horror, divided into two pieces, and fell from the air.

Another monk's face changed, and even though he had a light of escape, his head did not turn back, he flew down directly. Mo Xian glanced lightly, used the golden light method to go towards Li Yu.

Mo Xian did not catch up with Li Yu. Mo Xian probably changed his path and didn't care. When he arrived at Jianshan Island, ordinary people on this island knew some things about practice, but for various reasons, they did not get started.

Mo Xian arrived at the teahouse he had agreed with Li Yu, but Li Yu did not come. Mo Xian didn't know how he was. It was just a chance meeting. He didn't care. He sat there and asked for a pot of tea, but his ears stood up.

He is not familiar with the place here, so I will listen to it first.

"Boss Peng, why didn't your brother Song Laosan come?" There were three people sitting next to him, one with his arms open, and the other two were dressed casually, but they all carried swords on them, not ordinary swords, but magic weapons. The man with his arms open, put the sword on the table. It seemed that he was Boss Peng, and the other two were carrying swords on their backs. Mo Xian's eyes passed by, and they had a Qiankun bag on their bodies, but they had a sword on their backs, with a bit of a sword cultivator.

"He went back and got Li Zhu on Li Zhu, and happened to go back to get married." Boss Peng said.

"When will you get married? It's so hard to marry Fairy Piaoyun?" The person who said it was obviously joking.

Another person said: "Fairy Piaoyun is so beautiful. If I can get her favor, I will be willing to die."

"Forget it, just these two tricks. If Fairy Piaoyun falls in love with you, you probably won't be alive now." Boss Peng said frivolously.

In their words, they turned to women. Mo Xian was not interested. He was interested in the East China Sea Alliance and the Lord of Taiping Island, but they did not mention a word. Mo Xian also knew that the matter about the East China Sea Alliance and Taiping Island would not be spread so quickly.

Mo Xian saw the bottom of a pot of tea. Before Li Yu came, he left by himself. He met Li Yu by chance.

He looked as he walked and saw that when the island was with mortals, mortals would also get the resources needed by the practitioners. They would generally sell shops opened with the practitioners on the island, and some people set up stalls. Some practitioners would also sell some raw materials. The practitioners sold much richer things, such as talismans, magical instruments, and spiritual pets, and some even sold practice techniques.

What surprised him was that the practitioners on the island were basically Taoist practitioners, and there were very few Buddhist practitioners. He only saw one person on the entire street, dressed in a toutu, but he was selling Buddha statues here. Mo Xian could see that the Buddha statue had been consecrated, but there were basically no one asking.

As he was walking, suddenly there was a surge in front of him and everyone ran over there. Mo Xian grabbed someone and asked, "Brother, what happened before?"

"The two started fighting, in order to win the favor of Fairy Piaoyun." The man was grabbed by Mo Xian's arm, but he couldn't get rid of it. He gave Mo Xian a blank look and said.

This was the second time Mo Xian heard about Fairy Piaoyun, and he couldn't help but feel curious. He let go of his hands and followed the crowd out of the small town and came to a mound outside the city.

Two monks were confronting each other, both of them were talented, one was dressed in white and the other was dressed in green, and both were carrying swords. Mo Xian could see that although their swords were in the sheath, they were connected with the two with sharpness. Mo Xian was stunned and thoughtful.

He had seen three unknown people, that is, in the teahouse, carrying swords. Now the two of them are carrying swords. These two are much better than the previous ones, both carrying swords. Like a young man in the martial arts world, he can be 70% or 80% sure. There must be a sect near here with swords on his back.

"Mr. Ling, today we are competing here. The loser withdraws from the pursuit of Fairy Piaoyun!" said the man in white.

"Okay! Once a word is spoken, it is hard to pursue."

Mo Xian didn't ask, there were so many people at the scene. He soon found out that the two people were wearing white clothes and named Lin Fu, and the ones in green clothes were Ling Feng. They were both disciples of a nearby Yujian Pavilion. Yujian Pavilion was actually not big, with only a few hundred people. It was considered an inconspicuous sect. The sect practices combine magic weapons and sword skills. They don't like to call themselves a cultivator, but instead put chivalrous first.

But there was a beautiful Fairy Piaoyun, who was both skilled and beautiful, which led to many things, and people often fought for her.

When Mo Xian learned the truth, he laughed silently. It turned out to be for the beauty, but look at how Yu Jiange's swordsmanship is like.

Lin Fu pinched his hand and shouted. The sword on his back rose up and hung above his head. The tip of the sword was facing Ling Feng. Ling Feng was not showing any weakness, and he also hung the sword above his head.

"It's interesting." Mo Xian thought to himself. He realized that this was a sword-controlling technique. The sword should have been specially refined, similar to a magic weapon.

The two of them turned their swords into horses and danced in the sky. Mo Xian could see that unlike magic weapons, swords have sword techniques, and every strike has rules. This is similar to sword cultivator, but the sword cultivator's own energy is combined with the sword, while the two of them activated the sword through the sword technique to control each strike.

Mo Xian looked at it for a while and shook his head. Among the monks of the same level, these two people can only be considered middle-aged and upper-middle, not outstanding, and have too many sword techniques.

Mo Xian forgot that he was knowledgeable and practiced the White Ape Sword Technique, and he had a high vision. However, these two people, only within the radius of this island, were naturally much worse than Mo Xian.

Mo Xian looked at it for a while and was over. The two were still competing. The sword moves were stacked, which looked good, but Mo Xian found no less than five flaws. As long as he set out his sword, the two of them would probably be awarded the title.

Mo Xian stopped watching. With others cheering each other, he returned to the city and prepared to spend the night in the city and leave the next morning.

He returned to the teahouse and stayed all afternoon. Li Yu still didn't come. Mo Xian didn't care. Instead, the teacatcher brought news of the duel between the two, and Ling Feng finally won by one sword advantage.

Mo Xian left Jianshan Island early the next morning. While walking, he saw Ling Feng, a man in blue clothes, who was yesterday, and was in front of him. Mo Xian quickly escaped and passed by them.

But when they heard a sentence, they went to Donglin Island and asked the island owner for Yiwei Hongyan Fruit and gave it to Fairy Piaoyun. Mo Xian just smiled, it was nothing to do with him.

Mo Xian left in an instant, "Who is that person? What a quick escape light." Ling Feng said, Mo Xian went east, which was almost the same as their route.

"Do we want to chase after you?" asked a man.

"Can you catch up?" said another person.

Mo Xian passed by and walked a short distance, but saw someone fighting in front of him. A beautiful woman was commanding the sword, struggling, and the three people surrounding her were obviously frivolous and commanding magic weapons, and they were not in a hurry.

The woman was overjoyed when she saw someone coming and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist, please save the little girl!"

Before Mo Xian could answer, one of the three people spoke and pointed to the gold bricks in the air and smashed them towards Mo Xian. It seemed that Mo Xian's arrival ruined their good things.

Mo Xian's thoughts arose, and the Yin Talisman Sword behind him turned into a condensed white light, soaring into the sky, with a "scarlet" sound, the gold bricks were divided into two halves, and the light of the spirit suddenly disappeared and fell down, but the man seemed to have been punched, his face turned pale. The spiritual consciousness in the magic weapon was broken, so of course it was uncomfortable.

Mo Xian came out with a sword, and at the same time, his body appeared in front of him like a ghost. He was shocked and immediately activated the body protection technique. A layer of yellow light enveloped his body. Maybe he could not resist the magic weapon, but Mo Xian did not use it, but punched him at the head.

He protected his body and put his hands in the bag. He smiled grimly on his face, as if he had seen Mo Xian die under his hands. He was sure to resist Mo Xian's attack, and then the magic weapon was launched.

Before he could finish his thoughts, Mo Xian's punch, with the power of a dragon, had already broken his protective divine light and hit his head. The head broke like a ripe watermelon. The headless corpse fell from the air. Mo Xian's hand fell around the waist of the corpse, and the Qiankun bag fell into his hand.

Mo Xian's cruelty made the two people tremble, but Mo Xian stepped back, and the Yin Talisman Sword in the sky turned into a ray of light, and a "clang" sound came into the sheath.

The two people left the battlefield and looked at Mo Xian with a look of alert, while the woman looked at Mo Xian with a look of surprise.

Ling Feng and a group of people rushed up. When Ling Feng saw the two of them facing them, he was overjoyed when he saw them and immediately shouted: "Fairy Piaoyun, you are here!"

Mo Xian suddenly realized that this woman was Fairy Piaoyun. She couldn't help but take a look at her. The woman had an extremely charming face, her chest was raised high, her waist was as thin as a willow, her buttocks were round and raised, she wore light pink clothes, and a pair of watery peach blossom eyes. She gave people the feeling that she was looking at me, she was a beauty.

When the two men saw someone coming, they looked at each other and were about to leave. Fairy Piaoyun shouted: "Don't let these two people go!"

When Lingyun and his group heard this, they surrounded him like Feng Lunyin. They were about to leave, but they were surrounded by everyone. They knew that if they didn't fight to the death, they would be here today.
Chapter completed!