The Broken Knife Is Hopeless? Start With The Fusion Of The Demonic Knife Thousand Blades

The man named Mo Baichuan's Adam's apple rolled.

"Well, I'll be honest with you, I didn't kill any of them."

Mo Baihe glanced at Mo Baichuan in surprise.

"Didn't you tell me last time that you killed those guys easily? How come it didn't take long? To be honest, you are really like those people on the Internet who say they are very durable before doing things, but the battle ends in three seconds. Boys are exactly the same.”

"...."

Mo Baichuan's cheeks were slightly red. What are you talking about? What are you talking about?

"Mo Baihe, what did you say? Am I the kind of man who becomes weak in three seconds? Does it look like me to you? I don't think so."

"It looks similar to me."

Hearing a strange man's voice reach his ears, Mo Baichuan was startled, and quickly turned to look at Yang Lin, who was walking towards them in the darkness.

"Who are you and why are you eavesdropping on us?"

Who overheard your speech? It was obviously you who came up to me for no reason. With my six-level physical strength, it is difficult not to hear.

Yang Lin's expression changed slightly, and before he could say anything, Mo Baihe took a step forward.

"Senior, we are from the Mo family in Qingzhou. Looking at your eyes, I guess you are from the Beijing Divine Eye Clan."

The little girl has very good taste, much better than your brother.

Yang Lin pretended to admit it and nodded.

"Um."

"The Divine Eye Clan?"

Mo Baichuan beside Mo Baihe murmured, and immediately thought of the information he had seen on the Internet.

The Shentong clan is an extremely united and powerful clan.

Although the number of people in the clan is small, everyone has excellent cultivation talents, and powerful people in the clan have emerged one after another.

Even if you win, you won't be able to kill him, because if you find out, the result will be that you will be chased by several powerful elders.

Hiss, it seems like the person standing in front of him is a big boss.

The Shentong clan is countless times more powerful than the Qingzhou Mo family.

"Mo Baichuan, it's okay for you to be stupid or chirping, but when facing this person, you have to let your rusty brain work. Just looking at the aura of the other person, the feeling he gave me was no less than what the clan leader gave me. Feeling." Mo Baihe whispered.

Hearing this, Mo Baichuan showed a look of horror.

He knew what kind of strength his family leader was, he was in the Sixth Realm.

No matter where you stand, you are worthy of the attention of many people.

And the person standing in front of him is the Sixth Realm, which is too unbelievable.

"Mo Baihe, I think he is not much older than us. He even feels about the same age as me. He can't cultivate so fast." He replied via voice transmission.

Mo Baihe looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? Is it possible that you don't know that a person with great strength can easily change his appearance through disguise? The other party just doesn't want to expose his true appearance to the outside world. He doesn't know such a simple thing? "

Mo Baichuan looked astonished.

It turns out that the other party is an old bacon with a new skin.

Fortunately, Yang Lin didn't hear these words, otherwise he would have had to hold the other party's collar and tell him that the labor market was "18" this year.

"Dare I ask, senior, are you also a member of the Southern Barbarian tribe who came here to hunt?" Mo Baihe wrote.

Mo Baichuan didn't speak. He remembered clearly what his sister said to him just now.

Once he speaks out his voice, it is easy to cause dissatisfaction and provoke the other party. He himself admits this special ability.

So I choose to nod as much as possible without shaking my head, and try my best to shake my head without nodding.

"Yeah, of course."

Nonsense, what else could I do if I didn't come here to hunt the Southern Barbarians? Why would I suffer in this torturous place?

Yang Linxian wanted to complain, the environment in this place is really bad.

"call."

Mo Baihe breathed a long sigh of relief, regardless of whether what the other party said was true or false.

"The junior has something he doesn't understand and would like to ask the senior for help. Is that possible?"

Yang Lin has integrated into the good guy template and nodded slightly.

"Can."

Mo Baihe spoke neither fast nor slow.

"These days, the juniors rarely find traces of the Nanman clan when wandering around the outer circle. I wonder if the seniors have the same experience."

Yang Lin remembered that when he was flying over the northern border, it was hard to see even a small lizard, let alone the southern barbarians.

Mo Baichuan glanced at the two of them, "Indeed, it is really difficult to find the Nanman clan in the outer circle. I was thinking about whether to go to the inner circle to find the Nanman clan."

Mo Baihe frowned.

"You and I are only in the fourth realm of strength. If we rashly enter the inner circle, aren't we just looking for death?"

It's not like she was captured by those vulgar southern barbarians. I heard that living in their prison is more humane than death.

"In the inner circle, it seems that all the Southern Barbarians should be concentrated there." Yang Lin thought to himself.

"The inner circle is really dangerous. With the strength of you two little guys, accidents are inevitable." Yang Lin advised.

Fang Cai's strength in the fourth realm is very low.

He didn't know what the inner circle looked like, but it was definitely not weak.

At the very least, there is no shortage of strong people, and civilians are as abundant as sesame seeds.

Once you go in and find out that you are not of the same race, killing someone is considered a minor matter.

If you meet a few people with special hobbies, you will suffer a big sin.

"Thank you, senior, for reminding us. We are not that stupid. Baichuan, since we can't go to the inner circle, let's just hang out in the outer circle."

"Okay, okay, I also feel that our strength is too high to be able to enter the inner circle."

Yang Lin looked at the two people talking to each other, took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the stars that were as dark as ink but with a few stars, lightly stamped his right foot on the ground, and the white mist enveloped his calves, bringing them with them. The whole body floated into the air and then suddenly accelerated, turning into a white stream of light and flying into the distance.

Mo Baihe stopped talking and looked at Yang Lin's getting smaller and smaller.

"You should have seen it just now. A cloud rose up from the big man's feet and dragged him into the sky."

Mo Baihe nodded.

"Nonsense, of course I can see if I'm not blind, and I guess the thing I picked up must be a valuable treasure."

"Heavy treasure? How can I see it?"

Mo Baihe was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking.

"That peculiar shape and elements are characteristics that only Chongbao has. Didn't you see that the white object under his feet looks like a white cloud?"

"So this is what makes Chongbao so special?"

"Yeah." Mo Baihe said simply.

The treasures are mysterious and unpredictable, and each one has a special ability.

Or defense, or fighting, or escape, or speed.

Different abilities and different appearances naturally bring different effects.

Mo Baichuan spread his white wings.

"A flying treasure, I suddenly feel that my pair of wings is no longer good."

Mo Baihe was speechless for a while, and he felt that the other person's words also included him.