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"The sparrow was jealous that the goshawk flew high, but it could not see the goshawk fall again and again before it soared, because the sparrow just thought that the goshawk could not even get up the branches in front of its house, so why could it fly so high? However, the sparrows themselves were too lazy to get to that branch. Mo Zhiyu took off the storage ring in Wukui's hand, put the blade on his neck, and smiled slightly: "So, now, with your unwillingness, die here." ”

"No!" Mukui wanted to yell, but after exhausting his strength, he only had a hoarse voice, "You can't hurt your fellow disciples...... Once the people in the criminal department know...... You will be expelled from Heavenly Sword Mountain! ”

"How can this mean hurting the same door? Compared with a selfish guy like you, a righteous person like me certainly does righteous things, and in this case, it is generally called 'purification, rationality, door, and household'. He said word by word, and with a knife, he cut the major artery in Wukui's neck, so that this person could no longer talk nonsense.

"Mo ......" appeared alone at this moment, he watched in horror as Mo Zhiyu killed Wu Kui like this, and then he saw Mo Zhiyu look up and saw him, and immediately turned around and ran for his life.

"Hmph." Mo Zhiyu immediately drew his sword and chased after him, it turned out that Wu Kui was here to discuss a new trick with Wu Yun. Since he killed Wukui, naturally he doesn't need to leave another one alive, after all, one more person will be one more trouble.

But Wu Yan ran so fast, did he really break out the small universe at the moment of dying? But Mo Zhiyu soon found out that something was wrong, a tent appeared in front of him, and he actually ran to the camp, if he let Wu Yun run to the camp, it would not be easy to solve it!

At this time, the swordsmen over there also found the two people chasing after each other, and they had already walked out curiously.

"Ink ...... Mo Zhiyu colluded with horse bandits and killed ...... Belch......! As he approached the camp, a soft sword passed through Wu Yan's chest, and his life ended in an instant, and he couldn't finish the last sentence.

The swordsmen present were stunned, and subconsciously wanted to draw their knives, but they were even more stunned when they saw that it was Mo Zhiyu who came next.

Peng Zhixiong and Dawa came together and also saw this moment.

Peng Zhixiong looked like he had watched a good show, and laughed: "Are the young heroes of Tianjian Mountain killing each other?" ”

As soon as Mo Zhiyu heard it, he knew that this person wanted to take the opportunity to destroy his image in the hearts of the swordsmen, and of course he had to tell the truth at this moment.

"I think I should explain," Mo Zhiyu walked up to Wuyun's corpse in front of so many people, leaned over and took off his storage ring, "It's Wukui and Wuyun who colluded with the horse bandits, I was just cleaning up the portal." ”

"Of course, it doesn't matter what I say, whether you believe it or not, it's all false." He stabbed the knife to the ground and put the ring he had just taken off on his left ring finger, "I'll just say one thing." The four black jade storage rings on the ring finger quickly merged into one at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Now, only I can mobilize the resources of Heavenly Sword Mountain!" ”

Tianjian Mountain's special storage rings can be merged together every four, and all items and spaces can be merged without reservation.

Peng Zhixiong stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Do you think we can't handle a few storage rings here?" How dare you be so arrogant in killing your fellow disciples?! ”

"Guests of the Eastern Continent!" Dawa stretched out his hand to stop Peng Zhixiong, and said in a deep voice, "Those who can survive the wrath of the Immortal Heaven are all warriors, Mo Shaoxia sacrificed his life to save us from the escape, it is worth believing!" ”

Peng Zhixiong looked at the group of swordsmen around him who were staring at him, and snorted coldly: "What, this is trying to besiege me again, do you know, it has not been you who have been in charge!" As he spoke, the Yuan Force around him had exploded.

"Zhixiong, don't be rude." A voice rang out at this moment, and everyone looked back and made way for the man. The one who can suppress Peng Zhixiong is, of course, Yang Zhuoxi.

As soon as he walked over, he folded his hands and made a standard Donglu salute to Mo Zhiyu: "Little grandfather, my righteous brother is used to being reckless." ”

The courtesies are still exchanged, and Mo Zhiyu also replied to Yang Zhuoxi with a fist salute: "With Mr. Yang here, naturally no one dares to be rude." But when Mo Zhiyu saw Yang Zhuoxi this time, he found that this person was even more different, his face was whiter, his eyes were bloodshot, and he felt that he was crazy.

As soon as Yang Zhuoxi came, Peng Zhixiong's arrogance suddenly reined in, and he respectfully retreated behind Yang Zhuoxi. Yang Zhuoxi, as before, smiled kindly to everyone: "Yang apologizes to you on behalf of my brother, and I hope you will forgive me." Last night, the little grandfather single-handedly led away all the horse bandits, so that we could come here safely, and we should see the righteousness! As for the matter of Wukui and Wuyun, since the little grandfather said so, it should not be false, and I would like to congratulate the little grandfather on eradicating the two scum for the master! ”

As he spoke, he saluted Mo Zhi again, and a group of Donglu people behind him also saluted and shouted: "Thank you, little grandfather!" ”

This scene made the surrounding swordsmen stunned.

Since other people's dramas have been done, Mo Zhiyu naturally has to give people a step, so he has a smile on his face: "Since we have arrived here, everyone can be regarded as born and dead, I think Mr. Yang should have something to tell us." ”

Yang Zhuoxi smiled warmly, made a "please" gesture, and said, "Please come with me, the little grandfather and the Dawa brothers." Then he led the way, and Peng Zhixiong immediately followed, and Mo Zhiyu glanced at Dawa and motioned for him to follow. This little episode is over, and the corpses of Wukui and Wuyun are cleaned up by themselves.

On the way, Mo Zhiyu inevitably looked left and right, observing the formation of the new camp. But he didn't see the familiar shadow, so he whispered to Dawa, "What about Harina?" ”

Dawa's eyes darkened slightly, shook his head, and sighed: "At that time, the storm was very strong, everyone was very flustered, and they didn't care about who and whom, and when the storm stopped and counted the people, I didn't see her." ”

Mo Zhiyu couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart, so he could only silently pat Dawa on the shoulder, but he felt that it was impossible to sacrifice like this as a god descendant.

Mo Zhiyu followed the other three people and finally walked to the big tent in the middle of the camp, this is the tent of Yang Zhuoxi and Peng Zhixiong, the largest and best tent in the entire camp, even the black storm did not blow down the specifications. The four of them lifted the curtain and entered, and Mo Zhiyu saw that the furnishings inside were very simple, only simple tables, chairs, drinking utensils and mattresses, all neatly placed on the carpet.

Yang Zhuoxi said the word "please" for the second time, and knelt on the main seat facing the door. Dawa didn't understand what Yang Zhuoxi meant, so Mo Zhiyu knelt down first, he chose the seat facing the main seat and facing the gate with his back, and the feet hidden under the robe were not instep to the ground like normal kneeling, but the soles of the feet were in a state of pushing the ground. This is the closest seat to the gate, and he can also be ready to escape whenever he wants.

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