The old man of the sword had silver hair and a long sword, and there was a bright moon at that station. When he said this, he was extremely serious, and everyone believed that as long as Mu Sen nodded, he would not hesitate to send Feng Lao on the road with the sword in his hand, and he would not be afraid of his identity as a martial artist of the Xiaotian War Clan.

This madman!

These crazy people!

When everyone was stunned, only Mu Sen and his brothers laughed again, and there was an indescribably bright rhythm in their eyes when they looked at the old man sword.

Looking at the gazes of Mu Sen and the others, Feng Lao, who had been on guard, panicked for no reason. During this time, he also had some understanding of what Mu Sen had done, and he was really afraid that Mu Sen would kill him now. So he said to Li Changhe and the others in a panicked tone, "Dean Li, is the martial arts department still not a part of your Qingyang Academy?!"

Hearing Feng Lao's words, Li Changhe had a headache, it was true that the martial arts department was a part of his Qingyang Academy, but a few months ago, he had already contracted the martial arts department to Mu Sen, and now the martial arts department is completely obedient to the tune and not to the announcement. If Mu Sen commits a crime, he really doesn't have a good way to solve it.

If it had been before, he would have been able to raise a casserole-sized fist to make Mu Sen submit. But with the strong entry of the three guest ministers of the martial arts department, his casserole-sized fist was useless.

Hey friend, have you ever seen a fist the size of a basin?

Well, I've seen it, and I've seen a fist the size of a bathtub.

Now there is still a monkey clamoring to enter the martial arts department every day, in the two days that Mu Sen was in a coma, seeing this monkey noisy, Li Changhe once shot to expel it, in the process of fighting, Li Changhe found that this monkey was extremely strange, and his cultivation was obviously a big step away from the clutch, but the combat consciousness he showed and the level of control of spiritual power were higher than that of the combination.

It's as if this monkey's former realm was distracted and Mahayana, and then the realm fell, but all the perceptions and foundations are there, as long as there is a day when the spiritual power is reunited, the realm can immediately rise.

Beep monkey, why is there such a monkey?

After expelling this monkey called the Great Sage, the more Li Changhe thought about it, the more wrong it became, and then he went to find this monkey and wanted him to be a guest of Qingyang Academy. In Li Changhe's thoughts, since the Great Sage wants to be a guest secretary of the martial arts department, will he gladly accept the guest secretary of Qingyang Academy, who is one level older than the martial arts department?

As a result, his proposal was gladly rejected by the Great Sage. The Great Sage categorically said that he was only a guest secretary of the martial arts department, and no other force was qualified to invite him.

The Great Sage's straightforward words made Li Changhe feel depressed for a while, if he wasn't a good person, he would have to teach a monkey how to survive in the territory of the human race!

That's right, what about that monkey? Li Changhe suddenly realized that since Mu Sen led his troops to besiege the Xiaotian War Regiment, the monkey that had been circling in Qingyang Academy had disappeared without a trace! A monkey whose cultivation had not yet reached the Yuan Infant had disappeared under the nose of his powerful body!

This beeps the monkey again!

"Dean Li!" Seeing that Li Changhe didn't speak, and there was a hint of distraction, Elder Feng couldn't help but say in a loud voice.

Li Changhe came back to his senses, he looked at Feng Lao for a moment, their eyes collided, and there was a firelight splashing in the air. After a while, Li Changhe was the first to retract his gaze, and then looked at Mu Sen, with a bright smile on his face, "Xiao Sen, ......"

Mu Sen interrupted him, "Old man, don't talk yet. ”

"This kid, how can you not let people speak!" Li Changhe said with a deliberate face.

Mu Sen shook his head, "Old man, I probably know what you want to say, but before you say it, I have a question for everyone in the Xiaotian Warband. ”

Li Changhe frowned, he didn't know whether to let Mu Sen ask. He knows a lot about the character of the Great Demon King of Musen, and if he gives a deep well, he can make the well freeze.

In a nutshell, it's deep well ice!

Just when Li Changhe was worried, Mu Sen had already spoken, he didn't look at Old Feng who was severely injured by the old man of the sword, but fixed his gaze on Liu Zicheng. After a moment of silence, he said, "Little bastard, won't you give me some explanation?"

Liu Zicheng's face turned red all of a sudden, his eyes were full of murder and anger, and he was called 'little bastard' by a warrior younger than him in public, and now he wanted to tear this guy apart, and then crush his bones and scatter ashes.

Just when Liu Zicheng was ruthless in his heart, but he could still maintain his composure, many Xiaotian soldiers couldn't bear the humiliation of their major general, and they scolded angrily.

Mu Sen's face was slightly cold, a 'little bastard' can't stand it, so how can I talk about the injuries, blood and mental pressure suffered by the martial arts department, the four battalions and the first regiment in the past few days?!

"Seniors, teach them to be humans!" Mu Sen said to the old man of the sword.

The old man of the sword took out his sword, and this sword was like the two swords he had made before, as vast as an ocean, and directly pulled out a sea in the air. The grand fluctuations make people pale.

Those Xiaotian martial artists who were originally cursing trembled in their hearts at this time, and they subconsciously formed a defensive formation, their movements were smooth and smooth, and they deserved to be the fifth-ranked battle group of the human race.

But unfortunately there are no eggs!

In the overwhelming sword light of the old man of the sword, they were like quails shivering in the face of the storm and huddling together to keep warm. No matter how tightly you hold it, you will inevitably be blown away.

Those onlookers were once again shocked by Mu Sen's madness and the domineering of the old man of the sword, they were really not afraid of big things. Even if this sword can't kill these Xiaotian martial artists, it can still seriously injure them, right?

Li Changhe, Li Wu and the others glanced at each other, full of helplessness. Although they didn't want Mu Sen to make trouble so endlessly now, they couldn't make a direct move. In addition to being afraid of letting outsiders see the jokes, Jin Qianzi's peeping screen also made them dare not act easily. If Mu Sen really made a mistake and shouted at Jin Qianzi to beat them, they really wouldn't be enough to watch.

Of course, the chances of Mu Sen shouting someone to beat them are not very high, but it is not easy for Jin Qianzi to watch them. So in this case, they could only hope that the warriors of the Xiaotian Warband would be blessed with more blessings.

Although all the martial artists present were fluctuating, they were not as violent as Liu Zicheng, he didn't expect Mu Sen to be so unscrupulous that he would blatantly act without saying a word. Was his guts made of gold, or had the prestige of the Xiaotian Warband been forgotten by the world?

Slowly, Liu Zicheng's gaze became firm, no matter what it is, the Xiaotian War Troupe will use thunderous means today!

"Mu Sen, what do you want me to explain to you?" Liu Zicheng's eyes were bright, exuding a compelling light.