Fantasy: I Let the Underworld Come to Nine Heavens

"Remember, once you find that your strength is weak, try it again!"

Mo Chen warned Lu Daotian again without worry, fearing that this guy was just a young kid with little experience, and it would be bad if he was discovered by then.

"superior!"

The dark wind gusted under Mo Chen's feet, and his whole body was enveloped in a special aura. Mixed with it under the dark night, it was like a fish entering the sea, appearing extremely harmonious.

The technique given by Xuanling Bead Artifact Ling Erdan was obviously very good. He only practiced it for half a day and the spiritual energy in his whole body was completely hidden.

It's a perfect match with this Netherworld Ghost Step.

The Xuan Ling Pearl is really a peerless treasure, and it contains countless exercises. The exercises Erdan throws at him casually, and the effects are so good, it really feels so good.

Lu Daotian also stepped out. At this time, under his feet, a faint cyan air flow reversed upwards, catching up with Mo Chen in an instant.

Of course, this does not mean that Mo Chen is not fast enough, but that Mo Chen is deliberately waiting for him.

The two people in front of them are not small fish and shrimps, but they have the support of a sect elder behind them.

When they take action, they must ensure that they hit the target without making too violent a sound. It is best to be silent.

If he missed a hit, Mo Chen couldn't guarantee whether that petty old guy would jump out to find fault with him himself.

Well, this guy has lost his face, it’s very possible!

The two disciples from the outer hall continued to move forward while talking and laughing. The entire mountain peak was the territory of the outer hall of Tianhua Sect. There had been no problems for decades, so they were unwary.

Mo Chen looked like a ghost, rolling up a dark shadow.

Lu Dao's heavenly body turned into a wisp of breeze, blowing a cool breeze.

"Senior Brother Li, is there really such a shameless person in the world, who actually messed with our hall master?" The unfamiliar outer hall disciple stared at him in disbelief.

"Well! There really is... in the world..."

However, before Li Ruifeng nodded and finished speaking, his vision went dark and he fell down.

"Ouch!"

At the same time, Lu Daotian hit the unfamiliar outer disciple with a brick on the back of his head. Perhaps Lu Daotian was afraid that he would hit the former to death with too much force, so his force was still a little small.

The strange outer disciple let out a howl like a ghost, causing tears to flow out in pain.

He touched the back of his head with one hand, and when he wanted to turn around to see which bastard so bold as to attack them, he heard another muffled sound in his ears, and his body softened.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

Lu Daotian put down the black brick in his hand, looked at Mo Chen who was staring at him, scratched his head with one hand, and apologized weakly.

If the warriors who knew Lu Daotian in the past saw this, their jaws would definitely drop.

The leader of the younger generation, the proud man of the Holy Land, would actually apologize?

What an international joke!

Lu Daotian probably didn't expect that after more than ten years of being pampered and pampered, looking down on the younger generation for more than ten years, and being as proud as he was, he would change so much in less than a month. It was really unimaginable.

"This is the first time you can do this. It seems you are very talented!" Mo Chen patted Lu Daotian on the shoulder and said a rare word of approval.

Lu Daotian was stunned instead, "I was actually praised by this guy..."

For a long time, Mo Chen always mocked him every time he opened his mouth, but Mo Chen always got better results than him in everything he did.

This has undoubtedly completely subverted his outlook on life, which he has spent his whole life surrounded by adulation from a young age.

Now that I can be recognized by this young man who is even more outstanding than myself, the excitement in my heart is simply indescribable.

Lu Daotian's eyes became firm, and he secretly decided in his heart, "I must do better!"

While Lu Daotian was in a trance, Mo Chen was not idle. He saw this guy drag the unconscious two people directly into the woods under the small mountain road.

The fire started again, and this time Mo Chen's attack speed was much faster than before.

Although there is no one on the small mountain road now, there are still many uncertainties.

He had to act quickly, because from the previous conversation between the two of them, Mo Chen also knew that the damn old man was very bad.

Putting aside the words, if any of the disciples in the outer hall can humiliate him to tears, he will be directly rewarded with a thousand spiritual stones.

Damn, this is too much!

unacceptable!

Just two breaths later, two more warriors joined their bald camp.

Mo Chen walked out of the woods with a look of disgust. At this moment, two cyan bags were thrown out casually in his hands.

These two guys are too poor. The total number of spiritual stones they have is only over 500.

If the two outer disciples heard this at this time, they would be so angry that they would want to slap this crazy bastard.

What do you think spiritual stones are?

As an ordinary disciple of Tianhua Sect, they can have such savings. They have been saving for several years to have their current family fortune.

Monks usually don't eat, drink, or practice.

Especially for cultivation, this special horse is really a useless spiritual stone!

Mo Chen didn't stay idle all night, he kept wandering around, and it wasn't until the sky got slightly bright that he stopped making dirty moves with his hands.

"ah!"

In the early morning, a howl like a slaughtering pig resounded throughout the outer mountain peak.

brush!

brush!

brush!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the awakened warrior appeared directly in a small forest.

"Who are these two guys? Why are they wearing the clothes of our outer disciples?"

Many warriors gathered around and stared ahead. A young man who was crying faintly and a disciple who was still in a coma spoke in confusion.

"This, this can't be Senior Brother Li Ruifeng, right?"

After a few breaths of confirmation, one of the outer disciples recognized the wailing young man.

Li Ruifeng had a big bump on his head, two panda eyes, and a very obvious shoe mark on his face, and he couldn't help but whine heartbreakingly.

"What's going on!" Guan Wenqing stepped forward and asked with a gloomy expression.

Apparently, someone dared to cause trouble on the top of his outer hall. Seeing this situation, how could he, as the leader of the outer hall, not feel angry.

Dare to bully the disciples of his outer hall, which is indirectly a slap in the face of the entire outer hall.

Seeing Guan Wenqing's arrival, Li Ruifeng fell to his knees with a plop and cried heartbreakingly: "Master, you must make decisions for your disciples!"

At this time, the other person who was unconscious next to him also woke up in a daze.

He rubbed his eyes and opened them to see so many people watching him. For a moment, this disciple even forgot about the pain from the two big bumps on his head.

A quarter of an hour later, Guan Wenqing left angrily with a livid face.

Oh shit.

Nothing was asked.

What two losers.

According to the two victims, they were tricked on their way back. Not only were their heads shaved off, but all their money was also robbed.

This incident was like the beginning, and within just half an hour, heart-rending screams resounded throughout the entire Waitang Peak.

In the outer hall, no disciples are allowed to enter today.

At this time, there were ten disciples in a row, sorted from left to right, divided into tall and short.

They all had their heads lowered, with big bumps of different sizes on their heads, and they were crying silently with tears in their eyes.

"waste!"

"They are all trash!"

Guan Wenqing gritted his teeth and cursed these ten disciples.

At this time, he felt that his lungs were about to explode.

In one night, ten disciples were assassinated, and no one saw the face of the person who did it.

Moreover, the cultivation levels of these ten people were up and down, and the one with the highest cultivation level, who was at the fourth level of Turin Sea Realm, was knocked unconscious by someone silently?

At first, he doubted whether it was the first little bastard with a bald head who did it, but after ten disciples were tricked by someone in a row, this absurd idea was completely forgotten.

A warrior from the Divine Treasure Realm knocked out ten disciples from the Linghai Realm in one night?

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