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Yi Qingyun is still a little rational, but he really can't bear it anymore, and one step forward is like an arrow leaving the string.

He was frightened by his own speed, it was too fast!

But this speed is obviously not enough in Nangong Hao's eyes.

Nangong Hao tore a branch from the tree next to him. This was his temporary weapon. He could not use his broad-faced long knife to deal with Yi Qingyun.

The result of the battle is really not difficult to guess, after all, whether it is cultivation experience or combat experience, it is completely crushed by Nangong Hao.

And Yi Qingyun was knocked down again and again.

Seeing the person standing up slowly again, Nangong Hao was a little startled, this is the opponent's No.80 attack, isn't this kid tired?

This kind of physical strength and spiritual strength has completely surpassed the practitioners of the same level.

Ninety times.

a hundred times.

110 times!

Yi Qingyun finally collapsed on the ground, and no longer had the strength to get up.

He felt unprecedented carefree, really carefree dripping!

110 twice, which is equivalent to four times the physical and spiritual strength of a fellow practitioner.

At least in terms of protracted battles, Yi Qingyun has no opponents during the foundation building period.

"Boy, you have good aptitude. How can I teach you?" Nangong Hao didn't forget his mission.

Yi Qingyun was taken aback, the man in front of him is very strong, he is willing to teach himself?

"If I didn't see you as Mo Chen's friend, I wouldn't be bothered to teach you." Seeing that Yi Qingyun seemed to be hesitating, Nangong Hao said, "Hurry up, do you want to learn?"

"I'll learn." Yi Qingyun is very aware of the gap between himself and the real power.

Get stronger, keep getting stronger, is he not strong enough?

At least as strong as this man!

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the exit of the deep forest tomorrow." Nangong Hao threw the two books to Yi Qingyun, "You are also tired today, so meditate to recover, and study these two books first when you go back."

"Sword of Shocking Clouds" and "Trace of Movie Fans" can fight and run, one is kung fu and the other is movement. They are not high-level cheats, but they are more than enough for Yi Qingyun now.

It's not that Mo Beichen doesn't have top-quality skills, but he doesn't plan to give them to Yi Qingyun now. After all, everyone is innocent, and he is guilty of a crime. Giving top-quality skills to Yi Qingyun now will only put him in a lot of danger.

Yi Qingyun nodded, he is weak now, he has to meditate for a while to recover.

At this time, Mo Beichen and Nangong Hao communicated with each other with their spiritual sense.

"How did you find me?" Mo Beichen asked.

He wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but he never had the chance.

When he was in the Yi family, and this time, he didn't believe that Nangong Hao had this ability.

"I found it by chance." Nangong Hao touched his nose.

"People like you don't lie." Mo Beichen saw Nangong Hao's reality at a glance.

"I won't say anything, how can you trick me?" Nangong Hao became a little annoyed after being exposed, "Can you still pry my mouth away?"

"Your mouth cannot be pried open." Mo Beichen squinted and said, "But you have already told me."

"You, stop bluffing people." Nangong Hao pretended to be calm and said, "You old guy is very bad."

"Oh, you promised the informer not to reveal his identity, right?"

"I don't understand what kind of informer!"

"This person knows my whereabouts, so the scope is narrowed down. Qinglong, Baihu, Xuanwu, Suzaku, one of the four." Mo Beichen said lightly, "Who do you think it is among them?"

"I, how do I know?"

"Xuanwu hasn't spoken for a hundred years, and you don't have the ability to make her speak."

"Baihu has a violent personality, similar to your temperament, you will definitely fight when you meet, if you have seen him, then there is no need to come to me."

"In this way, there will only be Qinglong and Suzaku."

Mo Beichen walked up to Nangong Hao. He was not tall, so he had to look up to meet Nangong Hao.

But obviously looking up, it gave Nangong Hao a condescending feeling, and couldn't help swallowing.

"It's Suzaku, right?"

"No!" Nangong Hao quickly denied.

"That's it." Mo Beichen looked away.

"I said no!" Nangong Hao raised his voice a little.

"Well, I see." Mo Beichen nodded, "You even killed the bird that delivered the letter."

Nangong Hao loses his temper, and admits defeat: "Can you tell fortunes? How do you know...Okay, okay, it's him, you know what I'm doing?"

"I didn't count it at first, but now I have it." Mo Beichen said lightly.

"You, you!" As soon as these words came out, Nangong Hao was very angry, "You despicable villain!"

"Thanks for the compliment." Mo Beichen didn't care about this kind of harmless abuse at all.

In fact, the above paragraph was all nonsense by Mo Beichen. The basis of his real guess was that Nangong Hao stuck a red feather on his body.

It seems that some people are restless.

When Yi Qingyun recovered, Nangong Hao took the two of them out of the forest.

Mo Beichen thought Yi Qingyun would ask him about Nangong Hao, so he was ready to interrupt, but the other party didn't ask anything.

"He said he wanted to teach me how to practice, tomorrow morning in the deep forest." Yi Qingyun said.

"It's good. Although my brother is a bit reckless, he can still practice."

"Did you ask him to teach me?"

Mo Beichen was stunned for a moment, "It should be because he saw your aptitude is so good."

"Mo Chen, thank you." Yi Qingyun walked in front, with an unopened sword on his back.

"Yeah." Mo Beichen didn't know how to answer, and the two fell silent for a moment.

"You should rest early today," Mo Beichen said.

Although he knew that Yi Qingyun would definitely not rest obediently.

"Okay." Yi Qingyun nodded.

The two went back to their rooms.

As soon as Mo Beichen entered the room, he disappeared.

He was eager to separate from Yi Qingyun in order to return to his own realm - Mozun Palace.

In just a split second, this gentle and humble servant changed into a different person.

Mo Beichen usually hides his aura when he returns to the Mozun Palace, but this time he appeared directly on the throne with a terrifying coercion.

All congregants can clearly perceive the amazing magic.

Many congregants with low cultivation levels couldn't stand still and just wanted to kneel on the ground.

He was terrifying, they couldn't even see that figure!

But they all knew that their demon king had returned.

"Welcome to the Demon Lord!"

"Welcome to the Demon Lord!"

……

No matter what they were doing at the moment, everyone shouted respectfully, no one dared to challenge the majesty of Demon Lord Beichen.

"Four generals come to the Demon Palace to meet me!"

A majestic and deep voice clearly penetrated into the ears of every Demon Cult member in this realm.

The handsome young man sat on the throne, leaning on the back of the gorgeous chair.

Because he is not tall enough, his legs are even suspended in the air, but no one thinks this scene is against harmony.

The boy and the throne are an incomparable match.

This does not depend on the appearance, but on the natural temperament and strength.

The four people kneeling under the throne did not dare to act presumptuously, including the white tiger who had a habit of being sloppy, and the current atmosphere was obviously not good, and no one wanted to suffer from the bad luck of the emperor at this time.

Mo Beichen is not a very airy person, which is rare among the top powerhouses. He does not require strict rules to be followed, nor does he have a particularly violent temperament.

However, this does not mean that he can tolerate sand in his eyes.

Seeing that the four people below were all in awe, the corners of Mo Beichen's mouth rose slightly.

"Why are everyone so lifeless, don't you want to see this deity?" Mo Beichen stepped down from the throne and walked forward.

"The subordinates dare not wait." The four of them lowered their heads and replied in unison, their eyes fixed on the black boots that were slowly approaching.

"Raise your head up, is this deity unsightly?"

The four heads raised quickly, but they didn't dare to look directly at His Majesty, and for a moment they didn't know where to look.

"It's no big deal to call you here today. Just ask me. Suzaku, how is the bird you raised?"

The others didn't know why, and when did the Mozun care about a bird?

Suzaku froze, calmed his mind and replied respectfully: "My lord, Zhu Yan is fine."

Zhu Yan is naturally the name of the sparrow raised by Suzaku.

"Really? That's great. I suddenly want to come and play for a few days. After all, this kind of red sparrow is really rare. Its fur color is as good as blood." Mo Beichen looked at Suzaku's twinkling eyes and said, "You won't be reluctant, will you?"

The author has something to say: see you on the weekend, my weekend.

In fact, I don't really miss the weekend, after all, I don't have to go to class on Monday.

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