Chapter 13 What can you do
"You're done!" Mo Zhilan's scarlet eyes, emotionless, glanced at these people coldly.
"I, Longhu Mountain Gate Rules, if my disciples make mistakes, they have to be handed over to the Heavenly Criminal Court for review and sentenced. Can Brother Fang, can he overdo it?" Mo Zhilan said coldly.
The door rule he mentioned is actually useless. True disciples are indifferent and arrogant to the lower disciples. If they don't say a word and kill one, the Heavenly Penal Court will not accept it.
But this door rule does exist, and what's more, the brother Fang they are talking about is not a true disciple.
Mo Zhilan's words made Huo Jian and others speechless.
There are many people in the canteen. They don't dare to refute the door rules at all. If it is spread out, the elders in the heavenly court will not mind killing a few foreign disciples to make an example.
"Mo Zhilan, don't punish the interests of words. We will abolish you today. As long as I leave a breath for you, the Criminal Court will not deal with us.
Huo Jian said with a ferocious face.
"Haha, on you, you dare to talk about me. Today, I will let you know what despair is. You can't defeat me in many people." Mo Zhilan stood proudly and looked down on everyone, like a monarch, high and inviolable.
His body naturally showed a magnificent atmosphere like a tiger, which was shocking.
The onlookers were all affected and secretly frightened.
Zhu Wen stood beside Mo Zhilan and waited. In the whole Longhu Mountain, only Mo Zhilan treated him calmly. For this reason, he would not flinch.
"You are looking for death!" Huo Jian was surrounded by a gloomy middle-aged man with a gloomy face. His body "hul-hoo" and he had arrived in front of Mo Zhilan. His position and secretion were no less than Yao Yuan's magic ape Fei's body.
"The master of the realm of divine change is so terrible."
The people around him exclaimed.
The realm of divine change, you only need a qualification for the inner door examination, and you can become a disciple of the inner door 100%.
Mo Zhilan felt that all the cold hair on his body stood up, as if he had fallen into the ice all of a sudden, and his body became slow.
He watched, and the man's five fingers were as sharp as eagle's claws, and he grabbed his throat.
At this critical moment, Zhu Wen put his hands out, wiped the cloud with electricity, and then grabbed it on the palm of the middle-aged man.
Bum!
A sound of gold and stone sounded, and both of them took a few steps back.
Mo Zhilan didn't expect that Zhu Wen was also a master of divine transformation, which was a little beyond his expectation.
Many onlookers look like ghosts, and their faces have changed dramatically and they can't believe it.
"Is it possible that Zhu Wen's strength has recovered? This is impossible. Three years ago, his qi and blood failure and strength declined, only the realm of the five divine power of his body."
"That's not necessarily true. Zhu Wen was the first master of our outer disciples of Longhu Mountain three years ago. He is very likely to cultivate a character in the secret world of magical power. This kind of person must have adventures and it is also possible to restore his strength."
Mo Zhilan was slightly shocked when he heard these comments. Who would have thought that the simple and simple Zhu Wen had such a beautiful side as before.
"He gave it to me."
Zhu Wen suddenly stepped out step by step and came to the middle-aged man, like a rapid cheetah jumping with all his strength. His hand was like a fan, and he patted it out.
The middle-aged man moves up, as if he moves in an instant, leaving only a shadow. However, Zhu Wen is like a maggot of the metatarus, and middle-aged people can't get rid of him at all.
I saw Zhu Wen wave his palms, and his moves were rigid and hard, and he came out gently and alternately, round and freely. Sometimes it swallows mountains and rivers, and the storm rises, sometimes it is like a breeze supporting the body, gentle and good, and every move is so wonderful.
His body is like a rabbit rising and falling, and the antelope hangs its horns, and there is no trace. Gradually, middle-aged people couldn't stand it anymore and began to show flaws.
Huo Jian originally wanted to wait for the middle-aged people to clean up Zhu Wen, and then they dealt with Mo Zhilan together. However, no one knew that Zhu Wen was so powerful, so he couldn't wait any longer.
More than a dozen people surrounded Mo Zhilan in an instant, but their strength is far less powerful than that of middle-aged people. Most of them are seven-fold and eight-fold figures. In addition to Huo Jian, only one person has reached the psychic realm.
"Humph!" Mo Zhilan snorted heavily, like thunder crushing by.
The sound has not fallen.
Boom!
Mo Zhilan's huge iron fist, tearing the air, making a burst of noise, and went straight to Huo Jian's head.
The power of the mountain pusher is so powerful that it can shock the elephant to death in an instant.
Zheng!
Huo Jian also sensed the fierce murderousness and powerful momentum, and he pulled out the flying dragon sword without thinking. However, Mo Zhilan's iron fist was already coming. He didn't have time to resist. He punched his arm with a click, and all the bones on his arm were broken.
He flew out backwards, fell to the ground, and spit out blood.
"Push the mountain hand!"
"He uses the martial arts of the Great Magic Gate!"
"Mo Zhilan, you dare to practice magic skills, you're done!"
......
Pushing the mountain hand is the martial arts of the powerful demon gate, which Mo Zhilan knew when he killed the demon, but this is not a big deal.
The Immortal School will not have too many restrictions on the martial arts of his disciples. Otherwise, he would not dare to use the seven cultivation fingers blatantly if he lent Huo Jian ten bravely in the secular court yesterday.
"Hahaha, ha ha... I'm just practicing magic skills. What can you do?" Mo Zhilan laughed and said, full of anger. Suddenly, his face turned cold, and his body moved, which was immediately unbelievable.
All people heard him bend down, bow his waist, pull the muscles in his body, and the crooked cackle of his bones. In this sound, the huge power accumulated and then broke out and released.
Bum bang, bang, bang...
Mo Zhilan's iron fist was like a meteorite tearing the sky and smashed down fiercely. In one breath, everyone took a move from him and was shaken back a few steps to stabilize his body. Each of them was shocked by qi and blood, and his face was pale, and he almost vomited.
They are not Mo Zhilan's opponents.
Between one move, it shocked the whole audience.
More than a dozen people dared not speak out loud. They were all helpers called by Huo Jian, thinking that they were just dealing with a newcomer who did not know the depth of heaven and earth.
No one expected that Mo Zhilan was so powerful and so strong that even Zhu Wen, who was with him, had regained his strength.
Some people can provoke, and some people can't. They are all very knowledgeable. It can be seen that Mo Zhilan and Zhu Wen have great potential, and they are very likely to cultivate to the secret world of divine power.
"Ah!"
A scream woke everyone up. The middle-aged man who was struggling with the rich was slapped on the back by Zhu Wen's palm, fell to the ground, and fainted to death.
"I said that your strength is as insignificant as an ant. You deal with me. That's a car with an arm, and you don't measure yourself. Brother Zhu Wen, let's go." Mo Zhilan called Zhu Wen and turned around and left the canteen.
When Huo Jian saw this scene, he was so angry that he spewed out a mouthful of blood.
"I will definitely not let him go. When Brother Fang comes out of the customs and cultivates to the secret place of divine power, he can become a true disciple. At that time, let's go together to ask Brother Fang to kill this boy. Huo Jian gritted his teeth and said.
"Brother Huo, we think we can forget about this."
"Yes, it's not good for us to take revenge on them. We decided to leave it alone."
......
"You!" Huo Jian's face turned blue and he roared, "You cowards, Brother Fang will not let you go!"
(It is said that after Tang Monk drove away Wukong, something happened again. At the moment of life and death, he remembered the hoop spell, so he silently recited the spell and called Wukong. But soon a voice completely shattered his hope of survival: the user you called was not in the service area!
The world is unpredictable. Sometimes, the more you don't want something to be born, the more it will be born.)