Chapter 27: This is too genius

He was wearing a black robe and rushed in.

Mo Jian held the sword in his right hand, his eyes were blood red, and he broke into the small yard angrily.

"Xiaochen, are you okay?"

At the door of the room, Fang Chen's face was slightly pale, and bloodshot at the corner of his mouth seemed to have just been injured. Mo Jian hurried over and asked with concern.

"Cough..." Fang Chen coughed a few times, but did not answer.

call out!

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared in Fang Chen's small courtyard, with a total of six people. In addition to Mo Jian's father Mo Qingshi, there were five people, which made the already small courtyard look a little narrow.

Mo Jian's loud shout spread throughout half of the Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall. They couldn't help but not pay attention. One was a genius who was rare in a century of martial arts hall, the other was Xu Qingru, who was also a tenth-level warrior, and the other was the son of Deputy Director Fang, who was extremely sensitive!

"Little bastard! Get over here, why are you yelling?" Mo Qingshi shouted at Mo Jian angrily.

Although all the martial arts school leaders and the tenth level of cultivation were all present, Mo Jian’s future achievements were no less than them and he did not dare to scold them. But Mo Qingshi was different. He was his son, even if his achievements were high, he would still be his son!

"Dad, look at Xiaochen, he was seriously injured by Xu Qingru's immortal. If I hadn't discovered it in time, Xiaochen would have been dead today!" Mo Jian's eyes were red in anger. Even his father, who was most afraid of on weekdays, dared to contradict him.

"Hmph..." Mo Qingshi snorted a few times. They had already seen the damage to the door. It was definitely only a warrior above the seventh floor.

Mo Qingshi looked a little confused, and the other deacons also whispered. Xu Qingru's death has been more than ten days, and they are the senior manager of the martial arts hall, but the degree of damage to the door was done by warriors above the seventh floor, and they were talking for a while.

"Little bastard, Xu Qingru's immortal old man was killed ten days ago!" Mo Qingshi said, but this time his tone was not heavy, and he said that Xu Qingru was immortal old man. It seems that he had the same father as his son. Mo Jian's tone of Xu Qingru should have learned from his father.

"Die?" Mo Jian was slightly stunned, and his anger couldn't help but drop a lot. He immediately asked, "I died more than ten days ago? Why didn't I know? Also, how could Xiaochen be injured? I just felt a breath that was stronger than me."

"Little bastard, how dare you question me!" Mo Qingshi glared at the tiger's eyes and shouted violently.

The anger became much smaller. Mo Jian shrank his head in fear when he was glaring, which made the other deacons smile on their faces.

"Ha, boy Mo, Lao Mo didn't lie to you. Manager Xu Qingru was indeed dead ten days ago and was killed at the foot of Qinglin Mountain." A hearty laughter came from behind, and a gentle young man in white shirt walked in from outside.

When everyone saw the visitor, everyone saluted respectfully: "I have met Master Gao!"

The person who came is really the deputy owner of Gao Feng, one of the four major owners of Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall!

"You don't have to be polite." Deputy Director Gao started with a gentle start, his mental power surged, dragging everyone down.

Fang Chen keenly noticed that all the deacons, including Mo Qingshi, looked at Deputy Director Gao with a look of yearning.

Mental power represents rushing to the sky gate and promoting Shenning. Only in Yanyang City can one be considered a real master on this acre of three-point ground!

Even though the two forces are not very harmonious, they are respectful when they see the Shenning warrior!

"Owner Gao? Is it true? Xu Qingru is really dead? Then what's going on here?" Mo Jian asked in confusion when he heard Gao Feng say that Xu Qingru is dead.

"I used my mental power to investigate. The fluctuations in the Yuan power here were not caused by the tenth level, but by the eighth level warrior."

"Eighth-level warrior?"

Gao Feng is the deputy director of the martial arts hall and is also in the Shenning stage of cultivation, so no one doubts what he said.

"Eighth-level warrior? Could it be that old Xu Qingru... Could it be that Wang Hu, the disciple of Xu Manager?" Mo Jian suddenly spoke. He wanted to say that Xu Qingru's immortality, but when he thought of the other party's identity, it was inevitable that it was inappropriate, so he hurriedly changed his words.

"Such a fierce attack must be in the late stage of the eighth level, and it should be Wang Hu!" Deputy Director Gao said elegantly, but the murderous intent that flashed in his eyes could not be hidden from Fang Chen's golden eyes!

Wang Hu, who was sleeping in the martial arts hall, never expected that he would take the blame for no reason. He dared to swear that the world had a conscience. Although he had no good impression of Fang Chen, he did not have the courage of his master to kill the martial arts disciples!

"Wang Hu! Damn it, he dares to hurt Xiao Chen!" Mo Jian's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Deacon Mo, assassinating his fellow disciples, such a blatant violation of the rules of the martial arts hall should be within the scope of your Zhan Hall. You can do it. No matter who it is, it is absolutely unwilling to do it!"

"Yes, Deputy Director Gao!"

No one can guarantee that he will not die, nor that he will have no descendants. If someone who has a grudge against him seeks revenge on his descendants after he dies, no one can bear it!

The tenth-story warriors cannot afford to lose money for the time being, but the eighth-story warriors pay attention to the martial arts hall, once they involve some principled things, there is no sympathy to talk about!

Gao Feng's solemn voice directly showed his attitude, and Mo Qingshi's answer also showed his attitude. The deacons present did not speak merciful, which also represented their attitude!

"Xiao Chen, the eighth level of warrior! You can survive the killing of the eighth level of warriors. Tell me, what level of cultivation is your current level?" Mo Jian asked suddenly. When he asked, the deacon present and Deputy Director Gao immediately came to his senses. He just cared about pursuing responsibility and forgot about this problem.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Chen, and they were alive in the hands of eight-level warriors. Not ordinary warriors could do it. Even if they faced the eight-level warriors, they would be injured and they would die if they were not properly done!

Fang Chen's current situation is very similar to a seventh-level warrior. Everyone's eyes are somewhat expectant, and there are two gazes that are still filled with greed.

Fang Chen looked stern and said, "The sixth level."

"The sixth floor..." Gao Feng's face was a little disappointed, and then he returned to elegance: "I remember Xiaochen, you seem to be the third floor a year ago, right?"

Mo Jian opened his mouth and shouted: "Eight months ago, it was still the third level. It was only eight months ago. Oh my god, those geniuses, geniuses, etc. are all considered useless in front of you! Xiaochen, tell your brother, how did you practice?"

"I don't know how I can improve so quickly. I'll reach the sixth level after practicing," Fang Chen's face showed a trace of appropriate confusion.
Chapter completed!