Chapter 3 Provocation

First of all, he was shocked, and then Mo Shoucheng found that something was wrong - although the person who dragged himself out from the scope of the struggle between the two immortal practitioners was seven or eight similar to Sikong Lan, he looked much more mature and stable than Sikong Lan. The dress is also moderate, and it is not as chic as empty Lan.

"I heard that Mo Xian's nephew met the dog?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he directly identified himself. He was indeed Sikong Lan's father. He smiled and reached out to pat Mo Shoucheng on the shoulder and said, "Let the virtuous nephew laugh. You don't care about the old man who has been fighting since childhood."

At this moment, the last of the four elders of Xuantian Pavilion suddenly slapped the armrest of the chair and shouted softly: "Ding Rui! Ding Zhan! Do you two want to lose the faces of Xuantian Pavilion!"

Whether it was slapped on the armrest or talking, the two sounds were not loud, but Mo Shoucheng felt as if he had suddenly hit the heart with a heavy hammer. He only felt dizzy for a moment, his body shook, and could hardly maintain his balance.

Not only want to drink the fight between the two predecessors, but also take the opportunity to give me a horse. Mo Shoucheng shouted loudly and then looked up at the man.

The man was still sitting firmly in the chair, with frost on his face and white hair. His eyes flashed, and he looked like a man who was not angry and arrogant. And this man also turned his eyes to Mo Shoucheng at this time. The two looked at each other and saw a trace of admiration in each other's eyes.

Mo Shoucheng said sincerely: I just drank it casually, but I was so shocked that I almost couldn't stand up. I'm afraid this immortal cultivation is higher than the real immortal master. Could it be that this predecessor of Xuantian Pavilion has broken through the immortal period and entered the empty period?!

He overestimated the other party's cultivation. Although the cultivation of this senior named Pu Lao is the head of the four elders of Xuantian Pavilion, he has only reached the peak of the late Xiangxian period, and there is still a long way to go before the void period.

"This disciple of Qingyun Taoist... I seem to have underestimated him before, but he can resist this sound and not fall down!" Pu Lao also secretly claimed to be strange in his heart. Although he did not have great lethality just now, he was not able to resist as a true man in his infancy - but he resisted!

If the two brothers Ding Rui and Ding Zhan fight seriously, they naturally have to demolish the Feiyun Hall, but the two have been fighting since childhood, and this behavior has almost become play. Of course, they can send and receive as they want. They exchanged a look at each other in the struggle, and the next second they immediately accepted the recruitment at the same time, and each took a step back.

"I said, you really made the younger generation watch jokes." Sikong Lan's father, Sikong Xuan, saw this and sighed with a smile. Then he pushed him on his back and said, "Go, the Lord has been staring at you for a long time."

As soon as he said this, he came to his senses.

The Lord of Xuantian Pavilion, who had been silent and closed his eyes, did not know when he had opened his eyes. Although he always maintained Mo Shoucheng's posture when he first saw him, as his eyes opened, the feeling to Mo Shoucheng was completely different.

It seemed that his whole body fell into an ice hole. Although he tried his best to clenched his fist and even feel the pain caused by his nails embedded in the tender flesh of his palm, Mo Shoucheng still couldn't help trembling. The uncontrollable chill quickly flowed all over the body, making his scalp numb.

That eye seems to be transparent!

"It's really an apprentice." The owner of Xuantian Pavilion spoke in a slightly strange voice, as if a person had not spoken for a long time, making him speak freely in vain.

"Where is Yu Jian?"

The other party didn't even mean a hint of greeting, so he went straight to the point. Mo Shoucheng was a little uncomfortable with this indifference, but he quickly took out the jade slip from the ring and offered it with both hands.

The owner of Xuantian Pavilion raised his index finger slightly and only slightly raised his index finger. The jade Jian floated from the palm of Mo Shoucheng's hand and then slowly flew to him.

Since the owner of Xuantian Pavilion opened his mouth, the whole hall has been filled with unpleasant chills, heavy and cold chills. Not to mention Mo Shoucheng, even the four elders sat back in their seats and didn't even dare to breathe.

"You can go."

In reality, there should not even be time for half a column of incense, but it feels like it has been a long time. Finally, the Xuantian Pavilion owner's downplayed sentence broke this quiet time.

Mo Shoucheng involuntarily widened his eyes and took a deep breath. He even thought he had heard it wrong for a moment - "You can go." What exactly does this sentence mean?

The jade Jane, supported by the true immortal spirit that lost the owner of the Xuantian Pavilion, immediately fell to the ground. And the cabinet owner's face, which had been blocked by Yu Jian, once again appeared in the sight of Mo Shoucheng.

"Lord, what do you mean?"

Of course, Mo Shoucheng can't accept this sentence - not because of the attitude of the other party. It is also very important for me to come to deliver letters under the order of the teacher. And the other party, this man, let himself leave without saying anything after seeing it? So how do you explain to the teacher when you go back?

Mo Shoucheng suppressed his anger desperately. For the first time in his life, he felt despised, which was so difficult to accept! And the most uncomfortable thing is his own weakness - can he wave his sword at the person in front of him?

The four elders looked at each other and saw worry and puzzlement in other people's eyes. Among them, Pu Lao, the most stable, has felt a little strange: Anyway, this boy surnamed Mo always represents the identity of Qingyun Daomen. What's wrong with the cabinet owner today? Even if we in Xuantian Pavilion can't agree to what is written on Yujian, it won't be...

In fact, not only Pu Lao, but also the two brothers Sikong Xuan and Ding Zhan Dingrui, also felt surprised and inexplicable to varying degrees. If it is not Mo Shoucheng, a disciple of Qingyun Taoist sect, standing here at this time, even if he only changes the role of a "cloud" generation, I'm afraid that the two sides will tear their faces at this time!

The four Xiuzhen sects, Xuantian Pavilion, Qingyun Daomen, Baiyunzong and Fengqi Valley, have been on an equal footing for many years and have maintained friendly relations, which is completely different from the chaotic situation in the Demon Gate.

Although the four elders didn't want to think so, they still coincidentally thought: Could it be... Is the cabinet master provoking the Qingyun Daomen? Are you testing the reaction of Qingyun Daomen? But even so, it is not difficult to fight with Mo Shoucheng, a lower disciple of Qingyun Taoism.

At this moment when the four elders felt a little confused and did not dare to talk randomly, there was another young voice ringing from the door of the hall.

"Can't the people of Qingyun Daomen understand people's words?"

For the four elders, this voice could not be more familiar, and they were shocked and secretly shouted, "Why did he come at this juke?"

Mo Shoucheng turned around and clenched his fist. No matter how good his temper is and how calm his personality is, he can't be regarded as not hearing the previous provocation.

Standing at the door is Jing Li.

Jing Li is still a strange dress with that pair of arms, with a cold and arrogant expression. The strange blue eyes stared at Mo Shoucheng, and the two looked at each other, as if they could wipe out the fire in the air.

"My father said you could go, don't you understand?" Jing Li approached Mo Shoucheng step by step and took this opportunity to look at each other carefully.

In front of him, the teenager from Qingyun Daomen looks much younger than himself. Although he doesn't look handsome, he looks good. Although the dress is simple, it also looks steady and mature - a kind of maturity that does not match the age of the appearance.

But what interests Jing Li most is the other party's eyes.

It doesn't seem to be an illusion - at this moment, Jing Li clearly saw that the other party's eyes were blood-red. This scene made Jing Li's mood calm and also have some wavering.

What he cultivates is the Xuantian Pavilion supreme heart method "The True Secret of Xuanji Binglan". People who practice this skill will change their body and skin as they gradually deepen their realm and become transparent, which is very feroous. Until the six realms of this skill are fully understood and returned to the original, the body will return to its original state.

And the owner of Xuantian Pavilion has practiced this skill to the fifth level - the empty world. So even the eyes have changed, as if they are transparent. But Jing Li only cultivated to the third realm - the ice blue world, so his eyes are the water blue color.

This is the nature of their skills, that's all. But Jing Li has never heard of any skills in Qingyun Daomen that can be cultivated until people's eyes turn red.

What kind of skills does this disciple of Qingyun Taoist sect practice?

"Young...Young master, what are you doing?" Sikongxuan knew that Mo Shoucheng was familiar with his son Sikonglan and the temper of Jingli, the young cabinet owner, so he was afraid that Mo Shoucheng couldn't help but break out at this time - the strength of Jing Li's mid-stage Yun was by no means bearable by Mo Shoucheng.

Seeing that Sikong Xuan stood up, the other three elders also stood up to set up. However, their painstaking efforts had little effect. Seeing that the expressions of Mo Shoucheng and Jing Li were getting colder and colder, it seemed that only a small spark could ignite the two of them. The four elders looked at each other in consterance and thought to each other: What evil is this today?

"Do you know what you sent?" In this imminent tension, the owner of Xuantian Pavilion finally opened his mouth again. He slowly changed his sitting posture, but his movements were as stiff as a low-quality and rough organ puppet.

"Naturally know!" Seeing that the other party was finally willing to speak again, Mo Shoucheng immediately gave up maintaining a tense state with Jing Li, straightened his chest, and faced the senior who was on an equal footing with the owner of Qingyun Dao.

"Since you know, why do you ask more questions?" The owner of Xuantian Pavilion stood up from his position, although he still had a cold expression that was no different from Jing, and even more victorious. There were always some changes in his actions. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the jade slip that fell to the ground floated from the ground again and flew to Pu prison with manipulation.

"You deal with it."