I Became the Ancestor of the Villain

  Chapter 12 Fighting

   "Boy, take off your broken bamboo hat first! If you are sneaky, you don't look like a good person!" Zhuang Fan and others approached further, and it seemed that they were going to attack Mo frivolously at any time.

   "Wait, our Yuan Jianzong's famous sect, bullying a lone flower lover is nothing! Let's talk about it." Chu Yanran couldn't bear to see Mo Qingkuang in deep siege, so she stopped her.

"Junior Sister Chu, you don't know him before, so it's best not to get into this muddy water. You also know that Senior Brother Song takes good care of you, so please keep your eyes open to distinguish between good and bad." Zhuang Fan said softly. , while speaking, he deliberately glanced at Lin Yang contemptuously.

   This look made Lin Yang furious, and immediately said angrily: "What do you mean!"

  He also has a good impression of a woman like Chu Yanran who is both talented and beautiful. As soon as Chu Yanran entered the mountain gate, Song Qian took a fancy to him, and tried every means to get close.

   Fortunately, Chu Yanran was closer to herself, and did not throw herself into the arms of Senior Brother Song in name.

  But this group of people in front of them actually poached the wall in front of their own face?

"Lin Yang, Brother Song is far from being comparable to you in terms of strength and family background. People, it is important to have self-knowledge, isn't it?" Zhuang Fan also knows a little about Lin Yang. . What's more, Song Qian, a second-rank martial artist, is behind him.

   Mo frivolously watched from the sidelines, secretly urging in his heart, these guys had better fight Lin Yang, they deserve to be beaten to death!

  However, he also knew that with Lin Yang's current strength, these people did not pose any threat to him.

"Nian you are from the same school. If you think about it clearly, go to Senior Brother Song to make amends. In the future, you will have the opportunity to follow Senior Brother Song to eat and drink spicy food. Otherwise, hehe..." Zhuang Fan glanced at Lin Yang disdainfully, then turned his head and looked at Lin Yang again. Mo frivolously said: "Boy, let's go."

   Mo frivolously frowned, how dare these people be so arrogant? Then why is Brother Song so sacred that he can give them such confidence?

   Immediately, his dandy temper also came up. From birth to now, how has he ever suffered such anger? If it wasn't for Lin Yang to hold him back and put him in Tiannan City, these ignorant boys would never have survived to such a great age.

  Seeing that Zhuang Fan offended Lin Yang again without knowing his life, Lin Yang would not help them either.

  Then I will be impolite, so he said coldly: "What if I don't go?"

   "Then we will carry you away! Go!"

  Six or seven people joined forces and rushed towards Mo Qingkuang, all stabbing out, raising their hands to aim at the crippled man.

  Mo Qingkuang sneered in his heart: "It's too slow!"

  There was a flash of blue light under their feet, Yuan Jianzong and the others felt that Mo Qingkuang had appeared outside the encirclement. He picked another flower casually and put it in his hands without any panic.

   What Mo Qingkuang practiced was the god-level exercise "Gust of Wind and Fallen Leaves" bestowed by Mo Fan! Combined with his natural wind attribute, in terms of speed, no one in the same level can surpass him except for space attribute fighters who practice god-level kung fu!

  The law of space is an existence that can only be initially comprehended when the cultivation base reaches the realm of Wu Zun. There is almost no warrior born with space attributes, so how many years is it difficult to find one?

   It can be said that Mo Qingkuang's current speed is the fastest in his class!

   "So fast!" Lin Yang's eyes flashed! At this speed, I can't catch up with my best! Seeing Mo Qingkuang strolling in the garden, it seems that he hasn't done his best yet.

  Where did this character come from? So strong.

   "Boy, you slipped pretty fast. This hall is only this big. Let me see where you are going!"

  Seeing this, several people blocked their way and headed towards Mo Qingkuang again.

  Mo Qingkuang tapped his feet lightly, his figure almost dragged out an afterimage, and appeared in another part of the hall in an instant, picking a flower on the way.

   "Brother Zhuang, I can't catch up!"

   "Look at his feet, there is a green glow! He is of wind attribute, possessed with true energy, he is a martial artist!" The sharp-eyed man noticed the green glow under Mo Qingkuang's feet, and exclaimed.

  When Zhuang Fan heard this, his heart sank. Unexpectedly, this boy who hides his head and shows his tail is actually a martial artist. With their strength, it is still possible to join forces to deal with a first-rank martial artist, but the other party may have such a cultivation level at a young age, and there may be some secrets behind it.

   After pondering for a while, he said, "Your Excellency has a good cultivation, one more friend is better than one more enemy. I believe Brother Song is also very willing to make a young and promising friend like you."

   "That's not what you said just now..." Mo frivolously sarcastically said.

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are a martial artist! In front of Brother Song, you are like a chicken and a dog! If you don't listen to my good words, I will capture you, and it will not be as simple as making friends!" Zhuang Fan Seeing that Mo Qingkuang was unwilling to go down the steps, he threatened again.

   "Come on, as long as you catch me, I will let you hehehe." Mo sneered frivolously and continued to pick flowers.

   "Chase again!"

   This time they learned to be smart, don't be frivolous and fast, so they waved their swords all the way to encircle them! As long as the distance is airtight, there will be no way for Mo frivolous to escape!

  It's a pity that Mo Qingkuang's speed is extremely fast. While picking flowers, he can always find an opportunity to escape from their seemingly impenetrable sword light before their encirclement is closed.

  He was breathing smoothly, his figure was erratic, and his robe didn't even have a single wrinkle. It really is among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf sticks to the body.

  They chased all the way, brandishing their sword lights, like bulldozers, smashing the sea of ​​flowers to pieces. At first, broken branches and petals flew, completely destroying the beauty of the sea of ​​flowers.

   "This person is a martial artist, and his speed is extremely fast, why didn't he fight back?" Chu Yanran was a little puzzled.

  Actually, it's not that Mo Qingkuang doesn't want to attack, but that he hasn't had time to practice other martial arts. If he uses the familiar martial arts, he will definitely be recognized by Lin Yang.

   "Oh, what a beautiful piece of flowers!" Turning her head, Chu Yanran could not help but lament when she saw the sea of ​​flowers that had been wantonly destroyed by several people.

   "God-level exercises! This kid is also practicing god-level exercises!" The amazed voice of the medicine sage rang in Lin Yang's heart.

   "Is he also a god-level exercise? A god-level exercise at the same level as my "Sky Fire Jue"?" Lin Yang was also shocked.

  There are not many copies of god-level exercises in the entire Tianhan Continent, and this book is all given by the blessing of Master Medicine Sage, and this black-robed masked man of unknown origin actually has it in front of him!

   Zhuang Fan and the others found that Mo Fan's speed was too fast, and they couldn't surround him at all!

"Stop chasing! Didn't he want to pick flowers? Let's block the entrance of the main hall and let him accompany this sea of ​​tattered flowers. Wait and see how he gets out! Xiao Hai, go ask Brother Song to clean him up!" Zhuang Fan rolled his eyes, stopped in his tracks, and said out of breath.

  After hearing the words, several people gathered together and occupied the only exit of the main hall. One of them ran out, intending to fetch reinforcements.

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  (end of this chapter)