Mysterious Planes System

Listening to the voice of conversation and fighting, people can't help but quickly step up and cross a garden, and the situation in front is basically clear.

Inside stood a group of women, all holding swords. In front of them was a beautiful woman dressed in plain clothes. Her eyes were red and moving. She felt like falling down from the dust.

"What do you want?"

On the other side, a very beautiful young woman gave a soft drink. She was wearing a Luo dress and was plump. Her appearance was seven or eight points similar to that of the woman over there. She was also very beautiful, but her posture was fuller.

And this beautiful young woman was hijacked by a strong man. Her thick linen clothes were dark, her muscles were bulging, and her body smelled of water.

This strong man is thirty or forty years old. He is very rough and has experienced many battles. He is followed by fifty or sixty people. They all feel fierce with machetes.

"What do you want? If you take my man, I'll take you back. It's fair, "said Huang Long, holding a machete and smiling at the beautiful young woman.

"Don't think" the beautiful young woman trembled a little, and then summoned up the courage to drink.

"You can have a try," Huang Long snorted.

"As the leader of the gang, why bother with a woman?"

Murong Fu quickly came out and looked at Huanglong road with a smile. He felt like a jade spring breeze.

"Murong Fu? I knew you would come. What? You want to protect her? " Huang Long looked at Murong Fu, not afraid, light said a word.

"This is my aunt. I want to help you in both feeling and reason. I also want to ask leader Huang to give me face," Murong Fu said with a smile. He really doesn't want to have a bad relationship with Huang long.

"Why should I give you face? By your name of nanmurong? Come on, save yourself if you have seed. "Huang Long looked at Murong Fu with disdain and yelled.

"Huanglong" Murong Fu yelled angrily, opened his eyes and grasped the steel sword in his hand.

"Cousin, you must save my mother." Wang Yuyan looks at Murong Fu tearfully, grabs Murong Fu's sleeve, and pleads.

"Don't worry, it's all right." Murong Fu comforted him for a moment, but turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. He took a deep breath and said, "master, please."

"OK," Mo said softly. He stepped forward two steps lightly: "let people go, you can still leave."

"What did you say, boy?"

Huang Long couldn't help but smile, looking at Mo Yi, and asked with great ridicule.

"I said let people go, and you can leave." Mo repeated.

"Ha ha ha... Listen to what this kid is saying? " Huang Long couldn't help laughing, his face was full of laughter.

"Cousin, do you have that friend?" Wang Yuyan pulls Murong Fu's sleeve and looks at Mo Yi, then asks weakly.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense," Murong Fu said, looking at Wang Yuyan.

In an instant, a figure flashed by, a machete across the void, and another figure flew upside down. The next moment, Mo Yi's figure stood on the position of Huang Long, holding the beautiful young woman in her arms.

"Bang."

And dozens of meters away, Huang Long's body across the ground, lying on the ground, mouth out of a blood.

However, Mo Yi's eyes were grim, and his steps were twisted at will. A crack appeared on the ground in an instant. All the way to Huanglong's side, he stopped in front of Huanglong.

"I hear you're very good?"

Mo also stood in the same place, looking at the Yellow Dragon dozens of meters away, a play abuse.

"Cough.".. Cough... " Huang Long got up from the ground trembling and looked at Mo Yi panting.

"Save your life"

Mo also lightly spit out a, looking at the Yellow Dragon, words like a cold sickle, reaping life.

"Bang."

Just heard a blasting sound, red and white on the ground, Huang Long's body fell on the ground powerlessly.

"Ah."

Wang Yuyan, a Zhu, a Bi and others all yelled, and their bodies couldn't help shrinking.

Only a headless corpse was left on the ground, and the whole head was blown up for no reason. The void was filled with blood mist and smelled of blood.

"Go away"

Mo Yi's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He took a look at the so-called Huanglong gang and angrily denounced them.

Those people scattered, hurried out of the mantuo villa, look very scared, did not dare to have the slightest stay.

Mo Yi, for them, has gone beyond the category of ordinary martial arts. In a word, Huang Long's head is blown up. Such means are too terrible.

"It seems that mental power has a lot of abilities I don't know about."

Mo Yi whispered in his heart. Just now, he wanted to crush Huang Long's head out of thin air. He couldn't do it because of Mo Yi's current Qi state. His Qi can only be one or two meters away from his body to protect himself.

But if he wants to kill Huang Long so far away, Mo Yi can do it with his great mental power. His great mental power can really do it.

"The strength of Huanglong is good, but if he is not an important person, he has no points." Mo Yi whispered in his heart. After he defeated Huanglong, there was no systematic reminder.

"That, sir?"

Li Qingluo, lying in Mo Yi's arms, raised her head and looked at Mo Yi with a soft voice.

"Oh? I'm sorry. "Mo Yi didn't change his face and immediately let Li Qingluo go.

This beautiful young lady is Wang YuYan's mother, that is Li Qingluo. She is the master of mantuo villa and one of Duan Zhengchun's mistresses. She likes to plant Camellia and even more likes to make people who come to the villa without permission into flower fertilizer.

Unfortunately, all the people in mantuo villa are women, and their martial arts are not high. Even Li Qingluo, Wu Yazi's daughter, and a jade cave in langhuan, never practice martial arts. They all rely on Murong Fu's reputation.

"It's OK. Thank you this time." Li Qingluo's voice was soft, and she didn't dare to make any mistakes.

She knows the strength of Huanglong Gang, and she knows the strength of Huanglong. Before, Murong Fu didn't dare to do it. She even knows that it's because Murong Fu's strength is not strong enough for Huanglong.

But Mo also easily killed the Yellow Dragon. This kind of martial arts is simply out of the ordinary.

"Master, what was that move just now?"

Murong Fu's eyes twinkle with light. He takes the first rank in a word. If he can learn it, he won't have to worry about it.

"It's not a move. When your martial arts level reaches a certain level, it's also OK after the true Qi is released." Mo Yi shook his head and said.

"Fu'er, is this your master?" Li Qingluo looks at Murong Fu strangely and asks.

"Yes, two days ago, I just asked the master to accept me." Murong Fu nodded and said, the words were excellent.

Li Qingluo didn't have a look of disdain. On the contrary, she was surprised and envied. She also had a look of joy. Looking at Murong Fu, her look was softer.

"Mr. Mo, please come in, please come in"

Li Qingluo's face moved. She hurriedly met Mo Yi and went to mantuo villa. Along the way, there were many yingyanyan's.

"Fu'er, what's the identity of your master? How can martial arts be so high? " Later, Li Qingluo looked at Murong Fu and immediately asked.

"You don't think Shifu is so young, but he's really old. He came to yanziwu this time because he was entrusted by the ancestors of Longcheng to rescue my Murong family," Murong Fu said seriously.

"Entrusted by the ancestors of Longcheng? How is that possible? " Li Qingluo opened her eyes and looked at her in doubt. Mo also asked.

"No way! Master completed the whole cultivation in one night, and his martial arts skills are very high. He is a strange person, a person who has never been old or dead for hundreds of years. "Murong Fu said faintly, then went forward and followed Mo Yi.

Li Qingluo looks at Mo Yi's back with a twinkling light in her eyes, and then someone quickly follows him. A strange person like Mo Yi must have a good relationship.

"Banquet preparation"

Li Qingluo directly began to order people and set up a banquet.

In the living room, a table of banquets began to be set up. On the chairman, Mo also sat on the main seat, waiting for the dishes to be delivered to the table.

"Mr. Mo, don't you know your birthday this year?" Li Qingluo smiles at Mo Yi and asks.

"Me? I don't remember. I don't know how long I've lived. It's just a torment, "Mo Yi said with a smile, shaking his head and pretending to sigh.

When Li Qingluo heard this, her face moved, and her eyes were also shining. Everyone's eyes were shining.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Murong Fu asked.

"Everyone's martial arts are different. My martial arts can achieve this," Mo Yi said, shaking his head. He also has a mission of martial arts mythology, not only to defeat many famous people, but also to be famous in the world.

"Master, can I learn?" Murong Fu asked, his eyes shining.

"You? You can only die faster if you practice your martial arts

Mo also glanced at Murong Fu and said faintly that now his status as a master of the Wulin hundreds of years ago has taken shape. It's not a problem to round it up with his brain.

"When can I practice?" Murong Fu asked directly, not afraid of taboos.

In front of this temptation, nothing else is important. This is not an old-fashioned way. It is more tempting than his restoration. If he survives, there will be everything.

"If you practice hard for 60 years, you should be able to start practicing almost by looking at opportunities and talents." Mo also gave a great goal.

Sixty years? It doesn't matter that he will be in this world for the last two or three years. Anyway, it doesn't matter that he is going to leave.

"Mr. Mo, it's getting late. Otherwise, I'll stay in mantuo villa tonight and leave tomorrow."

After dinner, Li Qingluo looks at Mo Yi with a smile on her face. No matter what the reason is, it's not wrong to have a good relationship with Mo Yi.

"Will cousin stay?"

Wang Yuyan sits on one side and looks at Murong Fu. She also asks.

All along, although Murong Fu constantly protects mantuo mountain villa, Li Qingluo has always hated Murong Fu and did not allow them to communicate with each other. Therefore, Wang Yuyan is helpless even if she likes Murong Fu.

"Master?" Murong Fu looked at Mo Yi and asked.

"I don't care. Since Mrs. Wang is invited, it's OK." Mo Yi smiles, but he doesn't care.

"Mr. Mo can call me Qingluo," Li Qingluo said quickly, and then yelled, "get Mr. Mo ready to go to the room."

In a moment, Li Qingluo sent someone to take Mo Yi to the room, which was the best room configuration. There were several maids waiting on him, well prepared.

"You all go out. You don't have to wait."

At night, Mo sat on the bed and said something to the maids. Several people are also one after another back out, with the door.

And Mo is alone in the room, closed his eyes, consciousness has sunk into the system.