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"That kid Mo Chen is so arrogant because he climbed on this thigh!"

Mo Chen's voice resounded: "Unfortunately, Fourth Princess, there are no people from Tianxingjianzhai here."

"All your subordinates were killed by me."

In the Luo family compound, Luo Zhengsheng looked at Luo Zhengyang in amazement, and said, "Mo Chen really has such strength to kill more than ten subordinates of the Fourth Princess in a row?"

Luo Zhengyang also found it incredible, but still said: "If today's incident happened a few days ago, I would definitely think that he has other helpers."

"But now, I think, maybe he really has the ability to kill these people."

Luo Zhengsheng couldn't help being stunned.

Luo Zhengyang's words just now came back to his mind again.

"If he can bring out the full potential in his body..."

"Mo Chen, it's almost like a god!"

The shopkeeper on the seventh floor was in a bit of a mess at this time, and asked hurriedly: "Boss shopkeeper, then, what should we do now?"

Feng Yao took a deep breath and said: "Send the order, and all the servants sent out will be taken back."

"All the waiters gave up monitoring Mo Chen, and went all out to search for the hidden master."

The shopkeeper on the seventh floor quickly responded, "Yes!"

In the vision of Mo Chen's soul consciousness, he could clearly see that the two black-clothed assassins who had been hiding in Yunzhen Pavilion had quietly left.

The seven black-clothed assassins who had moved from the east of the city earlier stopped quickly. After a short pause, they immediately changed their formation and turned back.

Mo Chen said slowly: "Fourth princess, it's only now that I think about withdrawing the staff, don't you think it's too late?"

Feng Yao's eyes were full of chills, "Mo Chen, even if the person from Tianxing Jianzhai arrives, as long as he dares to show his face, I will let him come and go!"

The two black-clothed assassins who came down from Your Excellency Yunzhen joined forces with the seven black-clothed assassins who turned back.

At this time, they have all received orders from Shangfeng: there is a sword cultivator with a very high level of cultivation hiding in the dark, and will attack them at any time.

The nine people no longer hid their whereabouts, but moved to an open place, with their swords drawn in their hands, forming a circular sword formation in an unusually tacit understanding, guarding all directions around them.

Everyone cheered up and observed everything around them vigilantly.

The terrain here is wide and the view is excellent. If someone comes, they will definitely be able to see it immediately.

No matter how high a sword cultivator is, it is impossible to come and go without a trace.

As long as they find a little bit of abnormality, these nine people will try their best to deal a blow.

Mo Chen still walked forward step by step.

Along the way, many city residents saw him.

But they didn't pay much attention to him.

All keep looking to the sky, wondering who the hell is speaking above the city.

No one knew that the voice that resounded throughout the sky came from this seemingly ordinary young man who quietly walked past them.

Mo Chen walked through the square, across the street, and into the alley.

In the small courtyard, the shopkeeper on the seventh floor suddenly said: "Shopkeeper, waiter for a message, that young man seems to be coming this way."

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly giggled, "Mo Chen, do you still want to fight me?"

In the Xinyue Inn, Xuan Yu Wushuang, who had been standing by the window silently, smiled slightly, "Interesting, let's go and have a look."

Stretching his figure, he flew straight out of the window.

Behind him, Honggui and Zishao looked at each other, and both followed.

The three of them only flew more than ten feet before stopping.

Because in front of them, there was a young man standing impressively.

Mo dust.

Xuanyu Wushuang stared at Mo Chen for a while, and finally showed surprise.

"Mo Chen, it turns out that I really underestimated you."

Mo Chen walked to the small courtyard where the fourth princess was, gently opened the door, walked in, stood in the courtyard, and stood still.

Feng Yao came out delicately from the inside, and behind her was Yinyue who was still inseparable.

Feng Yao stood still and looked at the young man in the small courtyard with contempt, "Do you think you can come here to play wild with me if you find an expert to back you up?"

Mo Chen looked at him quietly, with a calm expression, "How many times do you want me to say it?"

"All of this is done by me alone and has nothing to do with anyone else."

Feng Yao sneered and said, "Do you think I will believe that a young disciple of the Realm of Enlightenment can kill eleven masters of the Realm of Perception in a row?"

Mo Chen looked calm, and smiled slightly: "I think you will believe it soon."

The nine black-clothed assassins held long swords, had sharp eyes, and breathed steadily.

Even though the sun had risen and the sun was a little scorching, the swords in their hands were still as stable as a mountain, without shaking at all.

The layout of the nine-person sword array was extremely precise, without any mistakes. Obviously, they had practiced this coordination countless times.

They are waiting for the appearance of that hidden peerless master.

But at this time, they saw a young man in Qingli Sect's Taoist uniform, walking steadily from the other end.

The boy grinned, revealing his white and neat teeth.

"Hello, everyone!"

In the kitchen of Dengxian Tower, the fire was already raging, the iron pan was set up, and a burly man was holding a large spoon, as if preparing to stir-fry.

But the pot on the stove was already burning red, but the big man didn't even look at it, he just looked at the kitchen door full of vigilance.

At the door of the kitchen stood a teenage boy.

It was the first time that Dahan met this boy.

But he knew very well that this boy was called Mo Chen.

Because he has a task today, that is, if the handyman sent out in front of the restaurant fails or something happens, he will take down this young man.

He also heard the voice in the sky and knew something was wrong.

He knew it was almost time for him to make a move.

So he has been waiting for the order from above.

However, before the order came, the boy suddenly ran into the kitchen of Dengxian Tower.

Mo Chen looked at the big man, smiled and said, "You are from the seventh floor, chef?"

Feng Yao stared intently at Mo Chen in front of her, and gradually frowned.

This guy walked here alone, without any fear or tension at all.

Could it be... that sword cultivator with extremely high cultivation has followed him here?

But he didn't feel anything?

Feng Yao still has great confidence in her own cultivation.

Against Aoki, one of the five great demon kings of the Demon Sect, she was only slightly behind.

Tianxing Jianzhai's reputation is reborn, as long as Ye Feihong does not come in person, Feng Yao believes that anyone else will be able to fight.

If she couldn't feel anyone nearby, it meant that there really shouldn't be Mo Chen's helper nearby.

But that's even more outlandish.

Didn't this guy come here alone like this, throwing himself into a trap and running here to die?

At this time, the shopkeeper on the seventh floor hurried out from the inside, stammering a little: "Boss, big shopkeeper, the waiter is here to report again..."

Feng Yao interrupted him: "What's the matter, let's talk about it later."

On the glamorous and unparalleled face, there was a cruel cruelty.

"As long as you take him down, that sword repairer will show up naturally."

The shopkeeper on the seventh floor murmured: "But... the waiter brought back news that Mo Chen appeared in several places!"

2 Chapter Thirty: Shengyue Liuguang Ninth Floor (Today is still 6K)

Feng Yao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking again, "What did you say?"

The shopkeeper on the seventh floor said it again: "Just now, I saw Mo Chen at the same time in the waiter at the intersection of Qingshi Street, Xinyue Inn and Dengxianlou's kitchen."

"Those Mo Chen have already met the handyman we sent out, Mr. Xuanyu Wushuang and the chef on the seventh floor."

Only at this moment did Feng Yao become surprised.

"Create a few clones with the soul, and then want to challenge these many masters at the same time?"

"You guy, are you crazy?"

Mo Chen, this guy, is only able to understand the level of enlightenment.

And the chef on the seventh floor is already a martial artist in the second level of agility, and his martial arts skills are enough to break mountains and crack rocks.

Although the nine black-clothed handymen are not as good as the chef, they are all insightful. The power of the sword formation composed of nine people cannot be underestimated.

Not to mention Xuan Yu Wushuang and Feng Yao herself.

In her opinion, it is impossible for anyone in this world to challenge both of them at the same time.

Not even Ye Feihong!

What's more, the avatar created by the soul can't achieve the cultivation ability of the deity at all.

Its own cultivation is not enough, and it needs to be greatly reduced.

How can you really challenge these many opponents at the same time?

In front of her, Mo Chen smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong?"

"Challenges don't have to be won!"

Feng Yao sneered and said, "Then what's the point of your challenge?"

Mo Chen gently raised his hand, and the vitality gathered in his hand, turning into a crescent moon with a size of more than ten meters and overflowing with light.

The crescent moon is faint, sharp as a knife.

This is an earth-level basic element repair skill of the Qingli Sect.

Practitioners at the Qi-Entraining Ninth Layer Realm, as long as their talent is not too bad, can comprehend and acquire it.

Mo Chen said: "Whether it makes sense or not, you have to fight to know!"

Feng Yao couldn't help but rattled, and said, "Mo Chen, you just want to challenge me with such an entry-level cultivation technique?"

From Feng Yao's point of view, Mo Chen's problem is no longer a matter of self-control, but a problem with his brain.

With such a trivial trick, dare to come to challenge her?

She is not afraid of Xuanyu Wushuang's ancient phoenix soul, let alone this little Shengyue Liuguang?

Mo Chen's expression was still calm, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"so what?"

"Have you forgotten that there is a saying in the world of practice that 'skills are endless'?"

There is no limit to skills, which means that when the cultivation base and realm reach a certain level, even if it is a low-grade exercise, as long as it is practiced to the transformation state, combined with a strong vitality and realm comprehension, it can still be used with shocking power.

This is a widely circulated saying in the practice world.

But in fact, the vast majority of practitioners will look for higher-level exercises after their cultivation has risen, in order to improve their strength faster.

Basically, no one would practice a low-grade exercise for a lifetime.

The entry-level Yuanxiu skills like Shengyue Liuguang can still be practiced by the disciples of the Qingli Sect in the Mingwu Realm, but when they enter the Insight Realm, they basically become auxiliary skills, and no one will spend a lot of money on them. Time to practice it.

Therefore, for the vast majority of people, Shengyue Liuguang has practiced to the third or fourth level at most, and very few have practiced to the fifth level, and almost none of them go up.