"I'm not disturbing you. I just saw that your Excellency was unhappy." Lang Mo raised his head, and his green stubble made him look like a wolf.

"Lang Mo, you're going too far!" Sa Ren already had a good impression of Bai Si, and because Lang Mo was so aggressive, she couldn't stand it anymore and scolded him sternly.

But someone grabbed her arm, and when she turned around, it was Bayar.

He nodded slightly and winked at Saren, his meaning very clear.

Lang Mo came to the mainland for the first time and was too aggressive. It was time to find someone to calm him down.

Although Saren understood what Bayar meant, she was still a little worried. She didn't know whether the seemingly gentle Bai Si could defeat Lang Mo.

"I thought you had good intentions, but I didn't expect that you were deliberately making things difficult for me." Bai Si said as he finished the bowl of noodles and stood up from his chair.

"I'm sorry that I have something important to do and I can't continue to make noise with you." Out of etiquette, Bai Si bowed to them separately and walked out the door.

Since Yunlong Inn couldn't stay overnight, there was no point in staying here, not to mention that this man who didn't know where he came from looked extremely ungrateful.

As a fellow Immortal, Bai Si was by no means afraid of him, but he had important matters and had to keep a low profile, not to mention that he was not a competitive person in the first place.

Since that man is interested in that woman, why not just go with the flow and know that it is better to do less than to do more.

"Ha, I knew you wanted to leave. Did you leave?" Lang Mo saw that Bai Si had just stepped out of the inn when he turned into a swift shadow and chased him out.

The wolf-tooth knife was already in his hand, blocking Bai Si's way.

The room was too cramped for him to use his hands and feet, not to mention that they had just broken other people's things during the day.

"What should I do? Brother Bayar?" Saren asked worriedly. There were no outsiders around, so she was no longer shy.

"It's okay, let him go. I can see that Lang Mo is no match for that person. It's good to let him suffer." Bayar did not panic and drank a glass of wine.

"Then what should we do if the young man in white hurts Lang Mo?" Sa Ren was still worried.

"Don't worry, Lang Mo can't be hurt as long as I'm here." Bayar smiled slightly, put down the wine glass in his hand, and the shadow turned into an afterimage and flew out.

"I don't want to cause trouble, why are you so aggressive?" Bai Si didn't expect that Lang Mo would chase him out and block his way, and his expression became a little ugly.

He came to find Yan Jinyu and Ling Yunfeng. If he couldn't find them for a moment, they would be in more danger, so he had no time to play house with Lang Mo.

"Hey, why am I so aggressive? Or are you trying to run away because you're afraid that you can't beat me with your thin arms and legs?" Lang Mo sneered, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Bayar and Saren chasing after them.

Therefore, he could no longer give up, he wanted to show off in front of Saren.

When he was young, Lang Mo was inspired to become a hero like Batulu. He also wanted to learn from him and tell the practitioners of the Great Xia Dynasty that his desert was good.

The man is awesome.

Not just for Saren, but also for the desert, well, that's right.

He warned himself in his mind.

"You mean if I can't defeat you, I won't be able to leave today, right?" Bai Si finally understood what Lang Mo meant, and he was determined to fight with him today.

Since he can't avoid it, Bai Si will never be afraid. He is a disciple of the Tianshan Sect. He has never been afraid of anyone fighting with the same class in the world!

Even Wang Zihan couldn't defeat him with just a few moves, let alone this rough guy in front of him who looked like a big, clumsy man.

"Yes, that's what I mean. If you beat me today, I will recognize you as my master. If you can't beat me, you will kneel down and call me daddy." Lang Mo's face suddenly showed a trace of emotion.

Smiling maliciously.

I don’t know what he was thinking that he could come up with such a damaging idea.

Bai Si was stunned for a moment. At that moment, he actually saw the shadow of Prince Han in Lang Mo.

"Is it a deal?" Lang Mo asked him.

"Boring." Bai Si said casually, thinking of his equally stupid senior brother.

"Finish the fight early so that I can go find my junior brothers and sisters," Bai Si said no more. He pulled out the silver sword in his hand and stabbed Lang Mo.

His sword is just the most basic swordsmanship of the Tianshan Sect, and there is nothing magical about it.

The purpose of Bai Si's cultivation is only to expand the mental method of spiritual consciousness, which has no effect on actual combat. However, practitioners must not underestimate those who practice spiritual consciousness, because their feelings are too keen, and as long as they make a slight mistake, they will be caught.

They are keenly aware of it.

"Hmph, you're good to go. Your weak blow is not enough to tickle me!" Lang Mo mocked again as he saw that Bai Si's sword thrust towards him had no power.

He rounded the wolf-tooth knife in his hand and swung it towards Bai Si's sword.

The swords crossed each other, sparks colliding under the moonlight, but the two of them were in a stalemate.

"Hey, you only have so much ability!" Lang Mo looked at the solemn-looking Bai Si in front of him and mocked again.

But he didn't expect that the sword in Bai Si's hand suddenly retracted, and before he could withdraw the scimitar in his hand, he rushed forward.

At the same time, Bai Si's foot kicked him at the base of his calf, causing Lang Mo, who was still laughing, to fall to the ground.

Bai Si didn't even use his true energy and defeated Lang Mo with one sword.

Just like Batulu back then, he was killed by Mu Yunfei with a sword as soon as he walked out of the desert.

"Hey, get up, you can't do this!" Bayar didn't think it was a big deal at all and shouted to Lang Mo who was lying on the ground.

Lang Mo wanted to lie down on the ground and pretend to be dead, but then he suddenly remembered that Saren was still looking at him and jumped up from the ground.

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count, what happened just now doesn't count, I'm not ready yet." He shook his head. The dog chewing mud just now made his head a little dizzy.

"Although you have some brute strength, your lower body is unstable and your sword moves are messy. If you don't have sword skills, how could you be mine?"

Opponent." Bai Si really doesn't want to get entangled with this person anymore.

From the sword fight just now, Bai Si can already conclude that this man is a casual cultivator, or the kind of casual cultivator who knows nothing. He only has cultivation and brute strength, but knows nothing else.

This is also the reason why many casual cultivators want to join the four major sects. An ordinary casual cultivator, relying on his own realization of the Golden Immortal, is likely to be unable to defeat any of the lower immortals who come out of the four major sects.

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"Nonsense, I just didn't stand firm, don't think you will win!" Lang Mo thought Bai Si was mocking him, and suddenly became angry.

The wolf fang in his hand suddenly stretched out and turned into a short knife full of wolf fangs. This was the original form of his wolf fang knife.

"Treasure! I didn't expect that this sword actually recognized its owner." Bai Si said softly as he watched the sword in Lang Mo's hand change form.

There are not many treasures in the world that can identify their masters. Most of these magic weapons have spirits and are more powerful than ordinary weapons.

Although it is not as good as the Ten Treasures, it still cannot be underestimated.

"What's up, you're afraid! If you're afraid, kneel down and call dad!" Lang Mo was proud of the wolf-tooth scimitar in his hand. This knife was made of wolf teeth.

It's just that this wolf fang came from a prairie wolf he had played with since childhood. Lang Mo saved a wolf from a shepherd's arrow when he was very young. The wolf stayed with him for more than twenty years. How could a normal wolf survive?

At twenty years old, it already has spirit.

When the wolf died, it turned into a wolf-tooth knife. Grandpa Hamid said that this was the prairie wolf repaying his kindness and wanting to stay with Lang Mo.

At that time, Lang Mo, who had just entered Xiaxian, was still holding the knife and crying every night.

"Hmph! Your shamelessness is exactly the same as that of my senior brother." Bai Si was just surprised by the sword in Lang Mo's hand, but he didn't expect him to be so aggressive, so he snorted coldly.

Bai Si put the sword back to his waist. He was not good at using swords because he had something he was better at.

His fingers slowly inserted into his waist.

"What, are you really scared? You don't even dare to hold the sword anymore?" Lang Mo didn't understand what Bai Si meant.

But as soon as he said these words, he realized that his hand could no longer hold the mace knife.

A silver needle pricked his hand, and Bai Si in front of him turned into a white phantom, spinning around him.

After a few breaths, Lang Mo's body was covered with silver needles. Now he was not only unable to move, but also unable to speak.

There was only one pair of eyes with widened pupils and moving pupils.

The wolf-toothed knife was really alive, spinning around the stiff Lang Mo, but it was just a knife and there was nothing that could be done about it.

"Brother Bayar, what should we do?" Saren looked at Lang Mo who couldn't move and could only stare pitifully. Although he brought it upon himself, he was still a little pitiful.

"Hahaha, you see, I told you, you are no match for this young master." Bayar stepped forward, looked at Lang Mo who was covered with silver needles, and said with a smile.

There was a feeling of gloating about someone else's misfortune. Lang Mo could only blink and couldn't help but

know what he means.

When Bayar had laughed enough, he turned back and bowed deeply to Bai Si.

"Sir, this ignorant kid is my younger brother. You see he has suffered a lot. I wonder if you can let him go?" Compared to Lang Mo, Bayar is obviously much more polite.

Bai Si glanced at him, and it could be seen from the zhenqi exposed in his actions just now that he was a golden immortal.

Maybe he can be even with himself, Bai Si thought in his heart.

But he didn't want to cause any more trouble. He just closed his fingers and all the silver needles on Lang Mo returned to his palm, like small fry swimming in his palm at a glance.

"Huhu, I'm suffocating myself to death." Lang Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he regained his freedom.

"I have told you a long time ago that there are countless masters in Daxia. Just like you, you have just reached the level of immortality, and you are so arrogant. If you encounter a ruthless person in the future, ten lives will not be enough for you to survive." Baya

I glanced at Lang Mo.

Lang Mo stopped talking. He knew that there was a huge difference in strength between himself and Bai Si. Now he was completely convinced.
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