Outside Chang'an City, the ruling priest looked at Fang Qian's suddenly disappeared in shock for a long time, and slowly stood up, only to realize that he might have missed an excellent opportunity to capture or kill Fang Qian.

Now that the other party didn't know where he had gone, he could only stand in a daze, thinking about how to report to the head and the observer.

And at this moment, a young man wearing a quaint and tall crown slowly walked towards him.

He glanced at the ruling priest and said calmly: "The teacher asked me to beat you."

The ruling priest sweat broke out on his forehead. He was the ruling priest of the Xiling Temple. Almost no one in the world dared to easily say in front of him to beat him, but he knew that the person in front of him was qualified and capable of saying such a sentence in front of him.

Because this is the second senior brother of the academy, the proud and powerful Jun Mo.

He said with a slightly tight expression: "This is what the scepter means, I am just a person who brings the conversation."

The name of the viewer may have a great deterrence to many people in the world, but it does not include the second floor of the academy.

Because the master of the temple was the South China Sea, which was driven away by the Master, did not dare to enter the Central Plains easily for more than ten years.

How can this make Jun Mo, the most proudest second senior brother on the second floor of the academy feel afraid?

Jun Mo glanced at Nanfang and said, "The master of the temple will naturally be handled by the teacher." He slowly pulled out the iron sword from his waist and said, "So I just beat you up, not planning to beat you to death."

The other party said a few words, so he gave two answers.

He thinks this is a rule and a politeness.

Out of politeness, he continued to ask another question.

"You are not convinced?"

The ruling priest was naturally dissatisfied. No one wanted to be beaten just like this, especially for someone of his status. If he was beaten like this, what kind of face would he have?

However, although Jun Mo's words were a question, he did not want to get the other party's answer. After he asked, he gave the answer himself.

"If you don't accept it, I will beat you to the point of obeying you!"

Then, he swung a sword extremely right.

The sword is square and straight, and there is no surprise in sight, but it seems to have a unique rule.

If the sword is out, it will be won.

The cage divine light in the hands of the judging master was hit in the chest by the sword before it even bloomed.

Because this sword has no murderous intention, it is particularly powerful in some aspects, such as the pain brought by this sword is unprecedented.

This pain was so terrible that it instantly spread from his chest to his whole body, occupying his bone marrow, blood, and internal organs, making his whole body tremble continuously.

Before he could recover, Jun Mo had already swung his second sword.

So his eyes instantly became extremely desperate.

At the same time, in the back mountain of the academy, the Master sighed and shook his head. After all, he was a human being, not a god. Although he was sensed by him at the moment when that finger appeared, it was the observer's finger, which was the observer's finger that had been planned for a long time. He pointed directly at Fang Qian, and even he had no time to stop it.

So he was very unhappy. His creed has always been to seek happiness and peace. Now that someone makes him unhappy, he naturally won't make that person happy either.

He picked up the wooden stick beside him and waved it heavily into the void.

On a reef somewhere in the South China Sea, the blood at the broken ears at the master's feet was still warm. Just as he was about to say something, a wooden stick suddenly appeared from the void and hit his head.

His expression changed, forcibly controlling his stiff body at this time, and moved away half a slap.

Then the wooden stick hit his left shoulder directly.

With a click, his shoulder bones shattered directly, and a piece of his left shoulder was directly concave.

Seeing that the wooden stick was about to smash it again, he didn't care about the injuries on his body and disappeared from the spot without a trace in an instant.

In the academy, the master hummed and said, "You run fast."

On a reef somewhere in the South China Sea, Longqing stood alone, not daring to move at all. Although he didn't know who the sword mark had come from before, he still recognized this iconic wooden stick.

This is the Master's wooden stick, so the person who took action must be the Master. He was extremely nervous and extremely afraid at this moment.

Even the powerful master was seriously injured by the Master. If it were him, he would be afraid that the scum would not be left.

But he didn't know that the Master's eyes never fell on him, so he naturally did not have the qualification to get a stick.

He could only wait for the passage of time in fear.

.........

The thin silver snow that enveloped everything has begun to melt. Spring is approaching, and the world is emitting a vibrant wetness.

Fang Qian leaned against the head of the bed, and Mo Shanshan sat by the bed to take good care of him.

It has been a month since he came here, and he just woke up yesterday evening.

His injuries have all healed, but his realm has fallen to the forty under the cave mysterious. The sword world, which once had hundreds of millions of sword blades in the sea of ​​consciousness, is now only a very dim spot of light left, as the only witness of the existence of the sword world.

He was not unwilling or resentment, because his unwillingness and resentment were in the sword of that day. He didn't know what the master was now, but he thought that even if he could resist that sword, he would have to pay a considerable price.

That sword condensed the meaning of death that was born when the world was destroyed. Even if the master practiced many practice methods to the fifth realm, he still seemed a little pale and powerless.

Even if Haotian faced that sword, he would have to lose his mind, let alone him?

So he is in a very peaceful and peaceful mood now, especially when the girl around him is carefully feeding him food, he is even more reluctant to think about meaningless things.

He swallowed the particularly sweet food at this time, and his eyes never left the extremely beautiful face.

Mo Shanshan's face looked a little embarrassed.

"You look at me like this, are you trying to eat me?"

Fang Qian nodded seriously.

"Compared with these meals, the mountains and mountains are naturally more delicious."

Mo Shanshan gave him a blank look, saying that he was too lazy to pay attention to him, and then silently became a tool for feeding.

Fang Qian smiled, remembering that when he woke up yesterday and saw Mo Shanshan, he felt like he was dreaming, and he couldn't help but feel deeply moved by the mysterious creation of fate.

Is fate what Haotian is arranged, or what he thinks about?

After dinner, Fang Qian looked at the beautiful scenery that was faintly visible outside the window and said, "Although this is my second time, I have not had the chance to appreciate the scenery of Mogan Mountain carefully. Take me out for a walk."

Mo Shanshan raised his lips slightly and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!