Martial arts become gods

Chapter 283 What qualifications do you have to laugh at him
Mo Xian only felt that his eyes were being pricked by ten thousand needles, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be blind, completely dark.

But soon, after this severe pain, he felt a coolness in his eyes, an indescribable comfort.

Going back and forth like this, Mo Xian could clearly notice some changes in his eyes.

Mo Xian didn't stop until the next morning.

He opened his eyes, and there seemed to be two flames burning in the depths of his eyes, which were fleeting.

He clearly noticed that he saw things much more clearly.

The veins on the leaves in the distance, the ants crawling on the leaves, the birds in the sky...

Everything was much clearer than before, and he suddenly felt as if he had entered a whole new world, everything was so novel.

"Master, have you mastered the Xinghuo Lingyan yet?"

Discovering the dazzling brilliance in Mo Xian's eyes, Yan Zhilie immediately rushed over and said.

"It's a bit of experience!" Mo Xian said.

"Damn, I burned my eyes with smoke for more than a year to practice this. You can't believe how sour it is." Yan Zhilie said dumbfounded, with a look of hatred for injustice.

"Stop talking nonsense, get ready to go." Mo Xian said angrily.

After a whole night of recuperation, the group of people also recovered to a good degree, and after tidying up a little, they continued to head towards the ghost palace.

With Yan Zhilie's detailed joy, Mo Xian avoided many detours.

As the distance from the Ghost Palace got closer, Mo Xian vaguely noticed that there were more people around.

Although the distance between them was deliberately distanced, he could vaguely hear voices of people coming from all directions.

"How many people came here this time?" Mo Xian frowned.

"I don't know the exact number, but basically all the 36 nearby forces have sent people here." Yan Zhilie said.

"It's really an exaggeration!" Mo Xian nodded, even if each faction sends 30 people, that's not a small number.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Among them, there are no more than five that can compare with our Huoyan Temple." Yan Zhilie said.

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After a while, Mo Xian could see that there was a huge area surrounded by fog ahead, which should be the source of the fog that appeared at night.

These fogs are condensed and not good, and they are constantly changing shapes, which look very strange.

"It's in there!" Yan Zhilie said with a happy face.

They encountered many dangers along the way, and finally arrived without any danger.

"Hey, isn't this my dear brother?"

At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of them, the leader was about 25 years old, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yan Zhilie.

Seeing this person, Yan Zhilie's complexion froze for a moment, his fists were clenched tightly, and there was a clear and violent sound because of too much force.

But he didn't speak, but wanted to walk past in a muffled voice.

"Why, aren't you going to say hello when you see my brother?" The man who looks somewhat similar to Yan Zhilie said teasingly, "Or, you bastard can't face my brother at all?"

Yan Zhilie's complexion changed, but he held back.

"Hey, I heard that you ran out secretly. For the sake of your safety and the face of our Huoyan Temple, I advise you to go back." Yan Zhijie frowned, and now he felt as if he was using force. When he punched, it was like hitting cotton, which made him very unhappy.

Anyway, Yan Zhilie should also refute a few words, so that he will have a sense of accomplishment.

"My business has nothing to do with you. My feet are on me, so I can go wherever I want." Yan Zhilie finally spoke, with an extremely gloomy expression.

"Hehe, are you good at it? How dare you talk back to me? Why, you haven't beaten you for so long, have you forgotten your identity?" Looking at Yan Zhilie, he clenched his fists with crackling noises.

Mo Xian on the side listened, frowning slightly, but he didn't speak. After all, this was a matter between brothers, and he, an outsider, couldn't say anything.

"Yan Zhijie, I don't want to get entangled with you, let's go our separate ways." Yan Zhilie said slowly, his body was already trembling a little.

"Hmph, you trash, you better go back and accompany your dying mother, don't force me to do it, this is the order of the elder brother." Yan Zhijie snorted coldly.

"You..." Hearing his mother, Yan Zhijie finally couldn't bear it any longer, as the energy in his body surged, his body trembled even more.

"Why, do you want to do it?" Yan Zhijie sneered, and continued: "But, do you have the strength to do it with me?"

Sure enough, before he could finish his words, Yan Zhijie fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably, appearing to be in great pain, obviously suffering from another illness.

"Hmph, the waste is about to come out to embarrass people!" Seeing this, a smirk appeared on Yan Zhijie's face, and he immediately raised his foot and stomped like Yan Zhilie.

The intense light of Yuanli emerged on the soles of his feet, bringing out a dull sonic boom.

Seeing this situation, Mo Xian's complexion changed, and his figure immediately shot out. At the same time, his right leg whipped out, hitting Yan Zhijie's leg with incomparable accuracy.

"Snapped!"

Amidst the violent noise, Mo Xian and Yan Zhijie's legs collided fiercely, and both of them pushed out a few steps involuntarily.

"Don't you think you're going too far?" Mo Xian frowned slightly, and at the same time let out the remaining strength on his legs with different expressions.

This Yan Zhilie is indeed very powerful, but it has not reached the point where he cannot deal with it.

"Oh?" Yan Zhijie glanced at Mo Xian suspiciously, and said, "Who are you, you dare to stop me, don't you want to die?"

"I'm his friend!" Mo Xian said, winking behind him, and immediately several people subdued the trembling Yan Zhilie.

"Friends?" Yan Zhijie was startled, and then burst out laughing, "Haha, when will my good-for-nothing brother have friends. But, I'll teach my brother a lesson. It's none of your business as an outsider. If you're sensible, just leave him." Further."

"Ignore him, let's go!" Yan Zhilie said weakly, obviously he didn't want Mo Xian and Yan Zhilie to have a conflict.

After all, Mo Xian is only a four-star great martial artist. Although his strength is much stronger than ordinary four-star great martial artists, Yan Zhilie is a real six-star great martial artist, and the two are not on the same level at all.

"Let's go? My dear brother, it seems that you still don't know me well enough. You don't even want to leave safely today. Since you chose to defy me and elder brother, then you should know what will happen to you." Yan Zhilie suddenly laughed up.

"I heard that you are a six-star great martial artist?" Mo Xian nodded to Yan Zhilie, and then said to Yan Zhijie.

"So what?" Yan Zhijie raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly.

"Hehe, that's all. What right do you have to laugh at him? He's much younger than you. Look at you. Apart from age, what else can you compare to him?" Mo Xian shook his head mockingly and said.

(End of this chapter)