This person's name is Mo Zicong, and he is the youngest son of Mo Yunshan, the head of Kunlun, who is twenty-nine years old, at the peak of the late congenital stage, and is only one step away from getting rid of the dust.

In the ancient martial arts world, the age of thirty is a watershed, and those below thirty are called the younger generation, and those above thirty are the backbone generation. Mo Zicong has the peak realm of the late congenital stage at the age of twenty-nine, and he is the first master of the younger generation of the Kunlun faction!

Coupled with the identity of the young son of the head of the family, the elders are spoiled on weekdays, and the peers let him, so he gradually develops a high-flying and domineering temperament, and no one pays attention to it.

Mo Zicong is domineering, and Hao Zhuo is not easy to mess with.

"Good time!"

Hao Zhuowei screamed, turned his five fingers into claws, grabbed Mo Zicong's wrist, and at the same time, raised his toes and kicked Mo Zicong's crotch.

Hao Zhuo's fights are never limited to defense, and he has to fight back if he is beaten badly!

Although he only has the peak of the middle congenital stage, he is a whole realm lower than Mo Zicong, but his fighting experience is far from being comparable to Mo Zicong. The moves are also as obscene as others.,Specializing in the next three ways.。

Where had Mo Zicong seen this, he was forced to be in a hurry by Hao Zhuo for a while.

The opponent's realm is obviously inferior to himself, but he still shot first, but he was pressed and beaten, and Mo Zicong, who felt that he had lost face in front of the beauty, was ruthless.

Cangchang!

Mo Zicong directly showed his long sword, his wrist trembled, and the tip of the sword pointed out six petals, covering Hao Zhuo's vital point!

"Plum blossoms at six o'clock!" Mo Zicong snorted violently.

The six points of plum blossom is one of the tricks of Kunlun swordsmanship, and it is also Mo Zicong's best move.

Shooting is a trick, Mo Zicong is bound to reverse the defeat in one fell swoop and regain face in front of the beauty.

Hao Zhuo twisted his waist in steps, retreated again and again, and with the speed under his feet, he narrowly avoided Mo Zicong's strong attack.

"Chrysanthemum Nine Alleys!"

Hao Zhuo was also on fire, screamed strangely, showed his butterfly knife, and met Mo Zicong's long sword.

Jingle Bell......

The sound of weapons colliding is endless!

Chrysanthemum Nine Lane ...... Can you give a more obscene name?

Su Chi felt a chill in his heart.

Su Chi was just cold, but Han Ling on the side was blushing.

For the hair?

It's okay to shout out the chrysanthemum nine lanes, Hao Zhuo's guy still can't leave the next three ways, but the direction is changed, specializing in Mo Zicong******* Mo Zicong's swordsmanship is sharp, but the pace under his feet is far less flexible than Hao Zhuo's, and he can't help him for a while, but he was played around by Hao Zhuo, and he was almost poked in the ass by the butterfly knife several times.

Mo Zicong was anxious and angry, dozens of moves down, his steps became more and more messy, and his moves became more and more disorderly.

"The chrysanthemum is remnant, full of wounds...... Hey, red pants,! Boy, you're pretty sullen!"

Hao Zhuo's two small eyes stared at Mo Zicong's ass, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the back of his head, how obscene that smile looked.

"I'm fighting with you!" Mo Zicong was annoyed and ashamed, but his sword became more and more undisciplined, just like a street gangster, where is there still a trace of the appearance of an ancient martial artist in the late innate period.

The more he was like this, the more proud Hao Zhuo became, the more obscene his moves became, and he kept muttering.

"Red pants, shit, it's not the junior sister who stole it, right? Why don't you just wear a **** tsk, this ass is really tender......!

"Die!"

Mo Zicong was going crazy, he only felt that he was in front of the beauty, and his face was lost.

WhewW......

A long sword actually danced out of the wind, and it was directly used as a stick wheel.

"Stop it!"

Cong Peiying couldn't stand it anymore, so she jumped between the two of them with a violent bang, put her hands into palms, slashed at Hao Zhuo's wrist with one hand, and pushed Mo Zicong, who was spinning like a headless fly, away with the other.

Mo Zicong stumbled a few steps and almost fell, but Cao Can and Meng Guang hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Hao Zhuo also withdrew his hand suddenly, and didn't forget to use the tip of the butterfly knife to slash at Cong Peiying's palm - at this time, this guy still refused to suffer.

"Your name is Hao Zhuo?" Cong Peiying looked at Hao Zhuo coldly.

"It's me. Hao Zhuo's neck was stalked, not afraid at all.

"Who is your master?" Cong Peiying asked in a deep voice.

"It scares you when you say it," Hao Zhuo coaxed: "My master is a master in the world, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called Xiu Ye! Whoever sees it will give three points of face, especially your Moyun Mountain in Kunlun!"

Xiu Ye?

Cong Peiying's brows tightened.

Xiu Ye ...... Could it be ......

Cong Peiying turned his head violently, his eyes fixed on Hao Zhuo's two little short legs, and Hao Zhuo's steps flashed in his mind one by one, confirming them one by one with the figure in the depths of his memory.

"Shut up for me! What are you? Your master is a god and a horse?" Mo Zicong blushed and pointed at Hao Zhuo with a thick neck, and was about to go up desperately, Cao Can and Meng Guang hugged him tightly.

My Senior Brother Mo, are you still on it......? You're not ashamed!

"Shut up!" Cong Peiying scolded Mo Zicong with a cold face.

Mo Zicong was stunned.

Although Cong Peiying is an elder of Kunlun, he has always been kind and pleasant to others, and he loves him even more, and it is the first time that he has been scolded so harshly!

"Hao Zhuo, is your master's name Zhang Beixiu?" Cong Peiying asked in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Hao Zhuo.

"Yo, you know my master's name. Hao Zhuo grinned, "Are you afraid? When the word Xiu Ye is mentioned on the rivers and lakes, who doesn't tremble?"

"Did your master ever tell you about his relationship with the Kunlun faction?" Cong Peiying asked again.

"I seem to have mentioned it," Hao Zhuo grinned, "but well, Master Zhuo, I don't have a good memory, and I forgot all about it." ”

Well?

What does this mean?

Su Chi's heart moved.

Listening to Cong Peiying's statement, Hao Zhuo's master, the obscene old man who claimed to be a cultivator, had a lot of connections with the Kunlun faction!

It's kind of interesting!

Su Chi glanced at Hao Zhuo.

No wonder when this guy heard that he was coming to the Kunlun faction, he cried and shouted that he had to come with him, and as soon as he came, he taught Cao Can and Meng Guang a lesson, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all...... It turns out that the roots are here!

"Are you really a disciple of Master Xiu?" Cong Peiying asked again.

"That's what I asked," Hao Zhuo pouted, "Master is Dad, is there anyone who recognizes Dad?"

Cong Peiying's face suddenly straightened, and he bowed to Hao Zhuo and clasped his fists and saluted: "Disciple Cong Peiying has seen Uncle Hao, I didn't know Uncle Hao's identity before, and I hope Uncle Hao is not strange if he offends." ”

Uncle Hao?!

Make no mistake!

Cong Peiying is nearly fifty years old, and he should be a second-generation disciple in the Kunlun faction, and he actually calls Hao Zhuo, a young man in his twenties, uncle!

What the hell is going on?

Su Chi's mind was full of question marks.

Not only Su Chi, but everyone present was stunned.

What kind of trouble is this?

Elder Cong is crazy, right?

Teacher?!

It's almost the same to shout upside down!

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