Broken Gun pushed Wu Dao aside and smiled with eight teeth exposed. He had a handsome face, but his ruffian aura made him look like a street gangster, which made him unfavorable.

"Girl misunderstood, misunderstood, Xiaosheng was rude. Xiaosheng broke... Xiaosheng's surname is Duan, and he traveled with Brother Mei to the beautiful mountains and rivers of Daye, passing..."

Duanqiang was still chattering away in a fussy manner. Mo Quer and Yin Li had already walked away, which made Wu Dao laugh. Duanqiang stared at the two people walking away, but his tone changed and he asked seriously: "Third brother

, you are so generous, aren’t you afraid that your energy will break this girl’s small body?”

Wu Dao took advantage of Broken Gun's unpreparedness and rewarded him with a chestnut from behind. Firstly, he avenged the restaurant for spraying wine on his face, and secondly, he hated this stupid brother for his lack of eyesight.

"Lao Liu, you have been trapped in the snowy mountains by Master for two hundred years. Can't you see all the things in the world when you look at the white snow?"

When Duanqiang heard that Wu Dao actually told such embarrassing things about him, he felt resentful, but he didn't dare to say it. But in the past, Zhu Rong had no solution to his inner demons, and was trapped in the snowy mountains by Yan Xiao for two hundred years before suppressing his inner demons. The result was good.

No Knife made fun of him about this for almost three hundred years, saying that among the senior brothers, except for the eldest brother who almost became a demon before, the second brother, he, the fourth and the fifth had nothing to do with demons.

Duanqiang deliberately changed the topic and continued to ask: "Third brother, why do you think the Mo brothers have taken all the good things? Why am I not so lucky?"

Wu Dao was about to give this kid a chestnut again, but Duan Qian was already prepared and easily avoided it. Wu Dao put his hand back into his sleeve and said, "Don't mention it. Brother Wei asked you to help take care of Qu'er before, but you actually

What do you think about bathing a fire phoenix?"

Duanqiang said seriously, or rather righteously: "It must have been almost thirty years since Qu'er was born. A baby has to be wiped with hot water after birth. Qu'er hasn't had a bath in thirty years. Isn't it dirty?"

"You idiot, Qu'er is a fire phoenix. Do you want to kill him when you give him a bath? Also, the amethyst vine left by Xiao Wu, you prune its branches and keep it alive.

Damn it, Master didn't slap you to death at that time. Brother Wei and Second Senior Brother were so jealous of your little brat's status in Master's heart."

Speaking of the amethyst vine that is rare in the fairy world, Duangqian felt a little embarrassed and said, "Third brother, isn't it because the vine looks a little awkward? How could it be so fragile?"

"No matter what, it makes Master now think about Xiao Wu and he can only stare at the picture album in a daze."

"Third brother, how did fifth senior sister die? Second brother is here, but I have never dared to ask."

Wu Dao chuckled, not intending to hide anything from this sixth junior brother who he thought was not very bright, and said: "Just like Twelve, he brought it upon himself."

Although Duanqiang understood this explanation, but he wanted to ask again, Wudao pulled him aside and silenced him with a silent gesture.

Duan Qian also looked in the direction where Wu Dao was looking. They were a pair of young men in their early twenties. The young man wearing a beautiful robe and holding a sandalwood folding fan was handsome. The man next to him was as tall as him and taller than this.

A Confucian and noble son should be stronger.

Duanqiang asked in a low voice: "This child is Xiao Shisan, right? His martial arts cultivation is not that good either. I guess based on the current realm of their martial arts practitioners, he is in the prehistoric realm, right?"

"Xiao Liu, I want to ask you, is your swordsmanship half as good as my brother's?"

"It's good to have two points with you. No, you have a knife in your name. How can you compete with me, a gunman?"

"Master took me to see Little Thirteen for the first time. This baby danced with a sword in his left hand and a pistol in his right hand on Tianluan Peak alone on a snowy night. It was really charming."

"What's the use, it's just charm..."

"The baby was twelve years old at that time."

After Duanqiang heard this, he shut up and looked at Ying Ruge again. He still didn't realize there was anything special about this youngest junior brother.

"Xiaosi can communicate with spiritual beasts. This child has the ability to control ghosts. It is really unfair. Unlike you, me, and the second senior brother, who all entered Taoism through martial arts."

The two of them were talking to each other, but they heard the "whoosh" sound of the wind, followed by dozens of "whoosh" sounds. From a distance, nearly a hundred arrows were shot at Mo Ming and Ying like raindrops.

Ruge. Broken Gun reacted instinctively and shot out a spear force, but saw a transparent sword light passing by, which canceled out his spear force.

He turned his head and glanced at his third senior brother, but Wu Dao glared back fiercely, looking like a bullied little puppy.

Ying Ruge rushed over without saying a word, only to see his Gangfeng fist force, with dozens of punches, forcefully punching several holes in the arrow net. Then Mo Ming opened the folding fan, and a bright yellow streak came out from his left sleeve.

The talisman paper was shot out, the fan was waved, and the left hand was pinched at the same time, with a "break" sound,

Only the sound of explosions was heard, and the rain of swords in the sky was easily broken by the two brothers.

"My dear, third brother, this guy's boxing skills are pretty good too. He can actually control the wind with his fists. I've never heard of any of my brothers being smart enough to control the wind."

"Of course there is, but it's a pity that you are so stupid that you forgot all about it after a cup of tea."

Duanqiang was puzzled and thought about all the fellow disciples he had met. He was still convinced that none of his fellow disciples knew how to control the wind. Even if he could fly around like an immortal now, he only understood the world.

The secret is just like when a mortal learns to swim, it is not about riding the wind.

Immediately afterwards, a group of well-dressed warriors rushed out from all over the long street. Looking at the costumes, they turned out to be the Yanqi Imperial Guards of Yanyunqi.

"Who are these?"

"Yan Yunqi." Duan Qiang explained to Wu Dao. Wu Dao frowned and added, "He is the Hualing Guard of this era."

Wu Dao suddenly realized it and gave Duan Qian another chestnut and said, "You kid, just tell me you are from the patrol department of the Yamen."

Broken Gun is so depressing. The patrol department has a rough relationship with Yan Yunqi. Didn't his senior brother have any dealings with the government when he was still a mortal?

"Yan Yunqi broke into Lincheng without permission. His skills have not improved, but his courage has gained a lot."

"Hahaha, hahahaha." With a burst of laughter, a man wearing brocade clothes, fair skin and beautiful appearance, although he is a man, has the femininity of a woman, walked out from the crowd of Yanqi, and listened to him, "

The Za family received a tip that the Moh family in Lincheng participated in the rebellion in the past and is still helping the rebels to plot the rebellion. Young Master Mo, you, Mo Sang, are really brave..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a ray of light coming towards him. Yan Qi, with a shield tied to his two forearms, quickly walked up to this father-in-law and blocked the sword light. The two of them were as strong as ox and tiger.

But he was forcefully forced to take four or five steps back, and the shield was also opened with seven or eight deep holes.

"Bold, you, you, you, you are rebelling!"

Before Mo Ming could speak, Ying Ruge laughed a few times and said, "Rebellion? A eunuch who is not even a man, a eunuch, what basis does he have for saying that Mr. Mo Xiaohou is rebelling!"

The last two words "rebellion" had a particularly strong tone, mixed with sound skills, which shocked all the Yanqi.

Duanqiang saw it clearly, frowned, and pouted, saying: "Third brother, what did this little Thirteen do from childhood to college? He can use guns, swords, and control ghosts. He can also control Qu'er's split soul.

As a mount for Fengniao, now you also have a sound skill that’s not too hot at all?”

"This is the interesting part. This kid really draws cats like cats and dogs like dogs..."

"You still know how to paint? That's too much..."

"How stupid are you to not understand that being a brother is a metaphor?"

The father-in-law snorted, and a group of Yanqi beside him rushed towards the Mo brothers in an orderly manner.

"Brother, stay away for now!" Ying Ruge stood beside Mo Ming. Mo Ming stepped back six or seven steps lightly, standing like a pine tree, shaking her fan calmly.

Hearing Yingruge shout again, he stretched his hand towards the sky, and saw a white light coming from the southwest. However, when Yan Qi marched ten steps, Yingruge had already grasped a long sword.

This sword looks quite interesting. It has both sharp edges, but one side is thicker than the other. I looked at the broken sword nestled in the corner and asked, "Third brother, this sword is Xiaoshisan's."

It’s so interesting, which blacksmith made this when he was drunk?”

I didn’t repair the broken gun because I didn’t have a knife. I just laughed and laughed at the broken gun.

"If Second Senior Brother hears your remarks like this, he will probably teach you the Sword Sutra for three days and three nights. Sword practitioners have some problems here." He pressed the temple of the broken gun and continued, "You

Haven't you ever encountered a monk holding a single-edged sword before?"

"Yes, I thought it was a strange-looking sword. Do you think the sword in Xiao Shisan's hand looks like a sword and an ax haphazardly put together?"

Wu Dao looked at it carefully and nodded in agreement.

Although Broken Gun was a joke, his joke was not untrue. The spiritual sword that Ying Ruge summoned from the Mo family turned out to be the Weiwei axe!

Swordsmen, or people like Zang Ren, disdain the world's famous swords. Even Wang Jian Longyao, who has been with him for two or three hundred years, can give it away as a windmill toy, let alone a sword that has been around for less than a century. However,

The Weiwei Ax is truly a prestigious sword.

Yan Yunqi networked all over the world and monitored Da Ye, so he would not miss any information about such a famous sword. A Yan Yunqi came to the ear of the father-in-law and whispered softly, "Master Fu Chai, the sword in the hands of this Mo family thief is

, I’m afraid it’s the sword called the Caiwei Ax. Brothers, I’m afraid there will be heavy casualties if we deal with it. Can you let those adults..."

The father-in-law glared at the Yan Qi, and the Yan Qi shut up and said nothing.

Looking at the team of thirteen people rushing towards the Mo brothers' Yan Qi, they saw flashes of light and shadow. Ying Ruge was still standing there, but the ax in his hand was dripping with blood. The bodies of the thirteen people fell down

, the head rolled everywhere like a rolling ball.

The father-in-law was anxious, but he had no choice but to live deep in the palace. He was used to seeing martial arts masters nodding and bowing to him. He didn't know what Green Forest was capable of. He had to force himself to calm down, and his tone suddenly raised seven points, and said: "Kill, kill me.

I killed these two treacherous people..."

He felt that his cheeks were hot, and a stream of hot liquid was sprinkled on his face. He did not move, his eyes glanced to one side. The body of Yan Qi, who he had whispered to, was also separated. Standing next to the body was a look.

It's not Ying Ruge from Daye, it should be called Linghu Changkong.

"You're a dead eunuch, but you still want to live?"

"Bold!" A loud shout was heard, and a palm force struck, Ying Ruge's body was like a flying swallow, sliding back several feet. The poor Yan Qi died, and his body was destroyed by a palm.

The person he saw was wearing a gray brocade suit, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal a pair of forearms, but his hands were as black as black iron and heavy in appearance. Ying Ruge felt that they were not comparable to those of his stars.

"Your Excellency has great palm power. It seems that Yan Yunqi is here well prepared." Although Mo Ming said this, his color remained the same, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the intruder at all.

"The ghost hand Cangfeng, the ghost hand of one of the famous four kings of thieves, is just a dog ridden by Yan Yun." Although Yingru sang softly, he deliberately used sound skills to spread it, making everyone present

Everybody can hear it clearly.

"Oh, Mr. Cang is different from those three thieves. Mr. Cang never steals things, he only steals people's lives!"

When the father-in-law saw that Lord Tianqi of Yan Yunqi had taken action, he immediately became energetic and said, "You are a thief, why don't you just surrender and follow my father-in-law back to plead guilty and receive punishment? Master Cang, please do it for me."

Zajia take these two bastards!"
To be continued...