Martial arts become gods

Chapter 282

"I said, is there anything you can let me talk about?" Mo Xian said helplessly. Now he is like a big tree, covered with a low-level monster called a koala, and constantly There are koalas trying to squeeze in.

"If you don't want to let go, you won't let go, unless you agree to me." Yan Zhilie hugged Mo Xian's thigh, rubbing his shoulders while talking.

Mo Xian couldn't take it any longer, and quickly said, "Okay, okay, I promise you!"

"Yeah!" Yan Zhilie let go of Mo Xian with a cheer, and said at the same time: "I am Yan Zhilie, the youngest five-star martial artist in the Huoyan Temple, and there is nothing in this world that I cannot do. "

"Can you shut up!" Mo Xian said speechlessly.

"Obey!" Yan Zhilie immediately stroked his lips with his hand, and stopped talking.

"Master, I'm sorry before!" The man with the sharp mouth monkey cheek came forward, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious, what does the refining brand mean?" Mo Xian asked curiously.

"Actually, we don't know much about this. In short, it is a very mysterious organization, and the dragon sees its head and tail. But these people once clashed with our Huoyan Temple and killed several of us." Yan Zhilie choked up Couldn't stop, said immediately.

There was a look of hatred on his face.

"Oh, that's it!" Mo Xian nodded, and then stretched out his hand.

"This……"

Seeing the lotus brand on Mo Xian's hand, Yan Zhilie and the others were taken aback.

"As you can see, I do have a lotus brand on my hand!" Mo Xian said, then continued after a pause, "Now, will you still make such a decision?"

Yan Zhilie gritted his teeth, and said: "It doesn't matter, you are different from those people, I believe this brand is not what you want."

"Oh? How do you know that I am different from them, maybe I will kill you in a second?" Mo Xian said flatly.

"Feeling." Yan Zhilie said.

"Feeling?" Mo Xian was stunned.

"That's right, my pride tells me that I can't go wrong following you." Yan Zhilie said.

"You can shut up now!" Mo Xian rolled his eyes angrily.

……

Just like that, Mo Xian and Yan Zhilie got mixed together.

Yan Zhilie obviously has more information than Mo Xian, and he is also much more familiar with the route.

Moreover, they came prepared, and when night fell, each of them took out a hot stone emitting red light.

As soon as the stone appeared, it dispelled the surrounding fog, leaving enough space for everyone.

"Great God, it's getting late, shouldn't you be going to bed!" Yan Zhilie, who was dared to go to the end of the line, ran to Mo Xian with a smile and said.

"Speak human!" Mo Xian said helplessly.

"Brothers are all tired and want to take a good rest." Yan Zhilie said, after all, they were severely taught by Mo Xian during the day.

"Okay, but put away your damn stones first, I don't want to cause any trouble." Mo Xian said angrily.

"You are still wise, Great God. No wonder we were followed by people everywhere we went a few nights ago. It turned out that this stone caused the trouble!" Yan Zhilie nodded seriously, and soon the celebrity put away all the stones. up.

But he soon discovered another problem, ran to Mo Xian's side and said, "Master, can I say something more?"

"Speak!" Mo Xian said angrily.

"Master, you have great supernatural powers, so naturally you are not afraid of this poisonous mist, but we can't." Yan Zhilie said with a bitter face.

"Okay, I'll find a way!" Mo Xian sighed helplessly, this is no way finding a group of subordinates, it's clearly like taking care of children.

Fortunately, Xiaoen has a way to deal with this mist. It uses its roots to surround the surrounding area, and then he absorbs all the mist as nutrients, forming a small open space.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Yan Zhilie said in surprise, and then looked at Mo Xian with admiration.

"This guy!" Mo Xian smiled wryly and shook his head.

At Mo Xian's request, the crowd did not light a bonfire, but sat around together, leaving a few people to watch.

Since he decided to go with Yan Zhilie and the others, it is necessary for him to get to know them first.

After an introduction, the whole group became familiar, and they became acquainted with each other.

Under the burning spoof, the atmosphere quickly became active.

……

"Great God, in fact, don't look at me like this, in fact, I have no status in the Huoyan Palace at all." As the night gradually deepened, Yan Zhilie suddenly sighed, and said a little disappointed.

"Oh, aren't you known as the youngest five-star martial artist in the Huoyan Temple, with superb Huoyan martial skills?" Mo Xian asked suspiciously.

"Hey, I sealed these titles myself." Yan Zhilie said embarrassedly.

"I..." Mo Xian was speechless for a moment.

"My status in the Huoyan Palace is very embarrassing. My father is the master of the Huoyan Palace, but my mother is just a servant, so my voice is destined to be humble. But I am the son of the Palace Master after all, and I am usually despised by those brothers at most Just a moment..." Yan Zhilie slowly revealed his identity.

Through his words, Mo Xian understood Yan Zhilie.

In fact, it was not his turn to explore the ghost palace, he just ran out secretly.

And this time, his elder brother and second elder brother were the main force.

Moreover, he once threatened to catch the person with the brand of refining, but he was ridiculed by everyone.

So this time, his main purpose was actually to go back with a lotus-branded hand, to prove that he was not a waste bastard that everyone ridiculed.

To be honest, he is only in his 20s, and it is not easy to have the current strength, but compared with his two older brothers, he still has some shortcomings.

Moreover, he has a blemish, once he uses all his strength, he will suddenly go into convulsions, and this is why he is ridiculed by everyone for his humble bloodline, thinking that he has tarnished the bloodline of Huoyan Palace.

After listening to it, Mo Xian also felt quite sympathetic towards Yan Zhilie.

He can imagine how Yan Zhilie spends his days under countless pairs of strange gazes.

Although this guy looks weird on the surface, maybe he just uses this to cover up his heart.

Although Mo Xian wanted to help Yan Zhilie, but he was not sure, so he could only pat Yan Zhilie on the shoulder.

Slight snoring sounds gradually sounded around, Yan Zhilie also closed his mouth wisely, and practiced hard silently.

Mo Xian also walked aside, took out the Xinghuo Lingyan, and looked at it under the faint moonlight.

The cultivation method of the Xinghuo Lingyan is not complicated, and Mo Xian soon understood it.

After running the Tai Yan Tian Ji Jue several times, and entering the state of neither joy nor sorrow, Mo Xian controlled the two wisps of energy and rushed towards his eyes.

The fragile eyeballs stinged suddenly, as if they were about to burst, but he didn't cry out.

(End of this chapter)