At this moment, Jing Yue felt an urge to turn his head and run.

but……

Jing Yue suddenly felt a little sad again, because he discovered that his identity now did not allow him to turn his head and run away freely.

I can never go back to the days before.

However, he thought of Lu Fan's unpredictable power.

Suddenly, I felt confident in my heart. I waved my sword and rushed away.

Above the roof.

Mo Tianyu stomped a piece of brick and tile and fell down from the roof.

The toes pressed against the sword that Jing Yue stabbed, and the Jing Yue fell downward, accompanied by Mo Tianyu's laughter, lingering in the dark night in the courtyard.

Above his head, there were circles of air flow gathering, as if a rainbow was surging.

Confucianism...Hao Ranqi!

Dong!

Mo Tian’s words are like a river of eloquence, and his words are like falling gold.

Jing Yue felt deafening and couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

puff!

A bleeding mist erupted from Jing Yue's mouth, his body flew away, fell to the ground, and retreated continuously.

Every step you step on, the ground will crack.

"It's almost the same as the seven heroes of the Sword Sect, but you... are still far from it."

Small courtyard floor.

Mo Tianyu landed leisurely, raised the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip of wine. The wine dripped along his chin onto the Confucian shirt, and the chuckling sound lingered.

On the roof.

Ning Zhao raised the cicada wing sword and looked at Mo Tianyu's gaze, which was quite solemn.

The only thing Mo Tianyu in front of him is enough to overwhelm the hundreds of Confucian scholars on Beiluo Lake!

If she joined forces with Nie Changqing, she might have the power to fight with Mo Tianyu.

However, for some reason Nie Changqing had never had such movement tonight.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao frowned and slowly let go.

She looked at the room where Lu Fan was.

There, the closed vermilion carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a huge force, and a "bang" sounded.

There was a faint sound in the room, which was heard slowly.

"Who taught you to disturb my young master's Qingmeng in the middle of the night..."

Lu Fan's words floated out of the house.

A strong wind suddenly blew from the dark room.

Mo Tianyu stood there, and the Confucian shirt on his body began to roar, his head was full of hair, and it was flying continuously.

"Young Master Lu, Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism under the command of Xia Nai National Master, the Master sent me to take you to the capital."

"Also, the divination was extremely accurate, but he fell into Young Master Lu twice..."

"So, I want to calculate a fortune for Young Master Lu for free."

Mo Tianyu pinched the wine gourd and squinted his eyes.

He was in the imperial capital and had the title of Mo Kuangren. He was very skilled and brave. He had never been afraid of anyone. He had all the important officials who were higher than Lu Changkong's official position. He even pointed at the nose and scolded him.

He came to the door today and was already polite to Lu Fan.

However, his words had just fallen.

Inside the house, laughter sounded.

"Is this the reason why you disturbed my dream in the middle of the night?"

"Will you have your life to yourself when you enter my yard?"

"You deserve my life?"

Lu Fan's indifferent words came from the house.

Every time a word is said, it is accompanied by the crisp sound of a chess piece falling on the chessboard.

Three sons...

In the courtyard, the spiritual pressure suddenly rose.

and……

In the house, there was a strong wind yelling, a huge translucent palm formed by light blue airflow, spreading its five fingers, and folding its middle finger into a shape of a drop.

Facing Mo Tianyu's head, click.
Chapter completed!