Chaotic Sword God

After listening to this, Jian Chen shook his head with a smile, this little girl, it is really a mess.

"Yan Er, not rude." The Governor of the Mofu government sighed at the side, with a face, extremely harsh.

Mo Yan spit out his tongue and said: "I’m angry, don’t say it, but you can’t argue with Jian Chen. If you break into the realm of God as soon as possible, you will be qualified to pursue the rain. Sister." After throwing this sentence, Mo Yan went to the side of the Mofu government and walked toward the rain.

Looking at the back of Mo Yanyuan, Jian Chen smiled indifferently, carrying his hands toward the palace of Shen Jian. As for the words that Mo Yan said, he did not mind.

At this moment, Jian Chen eyes condensed and turned to look at the gate of the ink house.

At this time, at the gate of the Mofu, there is a golden brake that is flying from the distant sky to the ink house. In front of the brakes, the six heads are double-winged and the shape is like a horse. The beast is flapping its wings and pulling the car to fly in the sky. Although these animals are only the strength of the Holy Emperor, their speed is not weaker than the source.

On the left and right sides of the brakes, there are still 20 guards dressed in white, all of whom have the strength to reach the source. The guards are all the way, and all the clothes are embroidered with a golden sword. Sign.

The golden smashing car rushed to the gate, and soon landed outside the gate of the Mofu. A leading white man immediately said to the guards of the Mofu: "The sect of the Swordsman is coming to visit, and it is not going to be notified. !"

The guards did not dare to be scornful and immediately ran in to inform the family.

In Mofu, the Lord of the Mofu and several elders of the divine are still congratulating the breakthrough of the rain. When the golden car was near Mofu, the brow of the rain was slightly wrinkled. The young masters of the Miniature Swordsman are coming again."

Upon hearing this sentence, Mo Yan’s face suddenly changed. He said: “What, the man named Yu Qing is coming again? No, absolutely can’t let him enter our ink house. I saw that person hates it. To die, hey, you must drive him away."

The Lord of the Ink House sighed a bit, and said in a plain tone: "Let the young masters come in." The voice of the Lord of the House of Ink was not very big, but it was clearly introduced a few miles away. It is flying fast here. Guarding the ears.

With the arrival of the Supreme Swordsman, there is no need for **** notifications. When they are close to the Mofu, all the sacred masters in the Mofu can find out.

Soon, a young man in white robes, a young man of about twenty years old, walked into the ink house with his head in the chest. The young man looks handsome, but his face is pale and pale, his eyes are opaque. Fine mans, faintly with a bit of sinful gas.

On the side of the youth, there are two middle-aged men who follow each other. The two middle-aged men are all like the sea, and the dragons are walking, and the body emits a pressure that only the strong gods have. The white youths walk side by side.

Later, it was the **** team consisting of twenty full-fledged martial artists, all with no expression and cold eyes.

Some of the elders in the ink house looked at the pedestrian's approach in a light-looking manner. Only the rain brows wrinkled, and the young man's gaze revealed a hint of disgust. As for the ink, the whole picture The face was smashed down.

"Yin Yin has seen Uncle Mo, I have seen Xiu Yu's sister." The young man in white came to the Lord of the House of Ink, and took a gift to the Lord of the House and the rain.

"Hey, who is your uncle, ink? Who is your sister, Yu Yu? You Fan, you really think of yourself as a person, listen to it clearly, you call me because of the name of the owner, and the sister of Yu Yu It’s not something you can call. You should call the elders of the rain, or the elders, understand?” Mo Yan’s hands crossed his arms and squinted at the youth.

The young man was not angry. He showed a charming smile at the ink face. He said: "Mu Yan’s sister’s temper is still so hot."

"I am jealous, who is your sister, who is your sister?" Mo Yan almost jumped up, because of anger, a pretty face rose a little red.

"Yan, come is a guest, you can be so rude, how the father once taught you." The ink house owner frowned and squinted.

"Hey!" Mo Yan snorted, sinking a face and not talking.

"No problem, no problem, Uncle Mo, the sister's temper is like this, don't blame her, don't blame her." The young man said, with a charming smile, a pair of eyes more time is gathered in the ink face, turbid In the eyes of the eyes, from time to time, the color of the coveted eyes is revealed. Although he is well hidden by him, he can still hold several elders of the gods in Mofu.

For this young man, several elders of the Mofu do not like it, but because he is the identity of the Swordmaster, he does not dare to offend.

The eyes of the Lord of the Ink House looked at the two middle-aged men around the Supreme Master of the Swordsman. They arched their hands and said in a tone: "I didn't expect Moshan and Mo Yun to come. So, please, let us The hall is in the middle."

Mo Shan and Mo Yun also arched their hands at the main house of the Mofu government. Mo Shan said: "Well, our parents must have guessed it. We will go to the main hall to talk about it." Immediately, Moshan said to the young master. "Yu Fan, we went to talk with the Governor of the Mofu government to go to the office. You and Miss Mo Yan haven’t seen each other for a while, so let’s talk to Miss Muryan.”

"Yes, Uncle Shan!" Yu Fan's respectful return, his heart is full of excitement.

"Rain, you come with me, Yaner, you will entertain and entertain the young masters, understand?" The main government of the Mofu government is a genus, and then they will go with the rain and Moshan, Moyun The main hall of the proceedings.

The rest of the embarrassed elders in Mofu have returned to their palaces.

"That is the young master of the Miniature Swordsman?" Jian Chen looked at the scene from afar, secretly shook his head and walked toward Shen Jian's palace.

When the two main elders of the Mofu House and the Miniature Swordsman left, the super-sword sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sacred ancestors said to Mo Yan, "Mr. Yan Yan, let us go, come back in a hurry. I’ve also been in a hurry. You haven’t taken me to visit your Mofu yet. I heard that the flower sea in your Mofu Garden is very beautiful. This time you have to take me to the sea of ​​flowers.”

Mo Yanla shrugged his head and looked slouch. Although the chief sect of the Swordsman was handsome and handsome, in the heart of Mo Yan, not only did he not be tempted, but he also hated Yufan very much, even when he saw Yufan. She was disgusted in her heart.

Only her father had already spoken, let her entertain and host the young masters, so that she did not dare to violate the father's orders, and abandoned Yufan regardless, after all, her father was quite prestigious in her heart.

At this moment, Mo Yan saw the sword dust far away, and the eyes immediately lit up, shouting: "Sword dust!"

PS: First make up the chapter of yesterday.