Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Although Mo Nanside had always been kind to him, Song Yanqing did not expect him to be such a protective person.The elder of the Xuedaomen just turned his head and gave Song Yanqing a look, Mo Nanchen flew up to catch his head, and threw him to Song Yanqing's feet.

I don't know if it was a real fire, but he used so much force that the elder's head just smashed a hole in the ground, and blood flowed for a while.

From Mo Nanchen flying out to the elder of the Xuedaomen flying over, the whole process took only a few breaths.

Including Song Yanqing, everyone was confused by this scene.It wasn't until the elder of the Xuedao Sect let out an angry roar that the disciples of the Xuedao Sect swung their knives and slashed at Mo Nanchen.

The elder of Xuedaomen is a middle-aged man, his face is full of flesh and his muscles are solid, but he was not injured by the fall.It's just that there were a few shallow blood spots on his head. He got up and touched his head, his face flushed red with anger.

Mo Nanchen clicked his tongue, and said jokingly: "There are not many people who can block my palm. Your Xuedaomen's sword skills are not very good, but Wang Bagong is well-deserved."

Song Yanqing didn't know anything about Jianghu. When he heard about Wang Bagong, he subconsciously looked at the elder of Xuedaomen, thinking that his head was really hard.

Seeing the surprised look in Song Yanqing's eyes, Mo Nanchen couldn't help laughing heartily.

He was feminine and handsome, and now he smiled sincerely, and the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect who called out to protect the elder looked straight at him.

Seeing the eyes of these disciples, Mo Nanchen smiled even more happily.He waved his sleeves, raised his head slightly, and took the head of one of them with one move.

The slender fingers instantly pierced the head of the disciple of the Xuedao Sect, and the man only had time to let out a scream, and his head exploded violently.

Mo Nanchen withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers casually and said, "It seems that this little bastard is not very good at kung fu."

Before he finished speaking, the elder of Xuedaomen couldn't bear it anymore. Regardless of the pain on the top of his head and the dizziness in front of his eyes, he threw his long knife at Mo Nanchen and shouted: "Bold little thief, how dare you!" Hurt my apprentice!"

Mo Nanchen gave him a cold look, raised his hand and waved away the long knife that was coming straight to his face.The elder of Xuedaomen was so annoyed by the contemptuous look on Mo Nanchen's face, he didn't pick up the long knife that fell on the ground, and punched Mo Nanchen with red eyes.

Song Yanqing thought that he would attack her, so she had already grasped the hilt of her sword and was ready to defend at any time.

Now that the elder was going to besiege Mo Nanchen with the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect, Song Yanqing was a little worried that Mo Nanchen would suffer.Seeing that Mo Nanchen was fighting with the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect, he couldn't dodge the attack of the elders of the Blood Knife Sect for a while.

Song Yanqing didn't have time to think about it, she drew out her long sword fiercely, and stabbed fiercely at the elder's back.

Just as the tip of the sword pierced into the elder's body, there was a soft sound.Song Yanqing's arms were numb from the shock, he immediately took a few steps back to open the distance, but when he looked up, he saw that the elder's clothes were only torn.

The elder looked down at the cut in his clothes, then at Song Yanqing who was not far away, and finally his gaze fell on the long sword in Song Yanqing's hand.

Seeing that Song Yanqing was using a sword, the elder laughed twice and gave up on Mo Nanchen and attacked Song Yanqing.

Zuo Hufa's swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world. When the four sects besieged Xuanming Sect, Song Yanqing defeated a hundred with one sword.

So Song Yanqing was very confident in the martial arts of this body, he felt that even if he couldn't beat him, he could hold the elder of Xuedaomen back with his lightness kung fu.

But Song Yanqing really didn't expect that the so-called mutual restraint of exercises could be restrained to such a degree.

The palm of the elder of the Blood Knife Sect was flushed, he grabbed Song Yanqing's sword, dragged him to the front of him, and then slapped him on the chest.

Zuo Hufa grew up with a sword in his arms. This sword accompanied Zuo Hufa through life and death. The sword was Zuo Hufa's second life.

Therefore, when the sword body was caught by the elders of the Xuedaomen, Song Yanqing didn't have time to let go, and the body was unwilling to let go.As a result, he was dragged directly in front of the elder, and took the palm abruptly.

Even though the system blocked Song Yanqing's pain, Song Yanqing was still dizzy from the beating, and he flew backwards heavily and fell to the ground.

'System, I'm a little dizzy. ' Song Yanqing covered her chest, spat out a mouthful of blood and asked in her mind in a daze: 'Am I seriously injured? '

His head was buzzing, and the system repeated it several times before he heard what the system said clearly.

[Actually, it is not serious. Mr. Song has only suffered internal injuries, and there is still a long way to go before he can be buried in peace. ] The system replied,

Song Yanqing couldn't feel the pain, he stood up staggeringly, and just as his vision returned to normal, he saw the elder of the Blood Knife Sect attacking him with a red face.

Mo Nanchen had noticed the situation here a long time ago, his eyes fell on the blood at the corner of Song Yanqing's mouth, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Seeing Song Yanqing retreating steadily, Mo Nanchen knocked the person in front of him flying, wanting to go over and pinch the head of the elder of the blood knife sect.

Seeing this, the remaining disciples of the Blood Knife Sect formed a formation again. Mo Nanchen couldn't break through the formation for a while, so he raised his hand to remove the arm of a disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, and said coldly to the elder of the Blood Knife Sect: "If you dare to hurt him again , I will tell you to come and go today!"

"Arrogance!" The elder of the Xuedaomen snorted, "Listen, whoever kills him today will be rewarded with the new Little Returning Pill!"

Xiao Huan Dan is a treasure unique to Southern Shaolin. Although it does not have the miraculous effect of Da Huan Dan, it can help people hold their last breath in times of crisis. For those who walk the world, having too much of it is equivalent to many fate.

The Xuedaomen disciples were overjoyed when they heard the words. They changed their formations and tried their best to pull Mo Nanchen, who was about to break the formation, back into the formation.

Song Yanqing swung his sword to block the elder's fist, and the sword made a soft sound.Then a strong force straightened his body.Song Yanqing's body trembled, and he felt his energy and blood surging, and it became more and more difficult to resist.

The system blocked Song Yanqing's pain, and Song Yanqing asked in his mind while avoiding the attack of the elder of Xuedaomen: "I was obviously so powerful before, why am I being rubbed on the ground by him now?" '

[This is the unique skill of the blood knife gate, the blood demon protects the body, making it invulnerable.The left guardian's sword is light, and the attack is insufficient to break through his defense. ] The system replied: [If Mr. Song doesn't plan to change the world for the time being, then the system recommends that you get as close to the leader as possible. ]

Before Song Yanqing could answer, the woman in red suddenly jumped in front of him, raising her sword to catch the fist of the elder of the Blood Knife Gate.

"Thank you, Shaoxia, for your help. I am here because of me. You should leave first, Shaoxia, and I will deal with him!"

The heroine spoke so proudly, but Song Yanqing turned her head and saw her vomiting blood.

They were all with swords, Song Yanqing knew that this young heroine would not last long.

The elder of the Xuedaomen was originally red-eyed, but now he saw the charming heroine from before, he laughed and shouted: "Girl baby, grandpa is so sorry to hurt you, get out of the way quickly and don't make trouble!"

Several young female heroes who were with her also ran over to help, and the elder of Xuedaomen punched them out one by one.

Song Yanqing took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and dragged the trembling woman in red behind her.He clenched his long sword tightly, and said to the woman in a deep voice, "Go quickly! Quickly!"

Song Yanqing wanted to say, 'Go find your master quickly', but he was too nervous, and he only managed to suffocate a few quick words after holding it in for a long time.

The red-clothed heroine's eyes were red, and she clenched her fists and said in a choked voice: "Young hero Gao Yi, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

After she finished speaking, she ran away, even though she was slapped two or three times by the elder of Xuedaomen, she ran faster than when she came.

Song Yanqing also wanted to run, but he no longer had the strength to escape.The palm of the elder of the Blood Knife Sect came head-on, and Song Yanqing summoned up all his strength to block it with his sword.

The long sword hummed, and under Song Yanqing's astonished eyes, a long crack appeared on the sword body, and then accompanied by a series of light sounds, the long sword broke.

The elder of Xuedaomen took advantage of the momentum and grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist, intending to cripple his arm. Just as he exerted force with his fingers, he heard the scream of his disciple behind him: "Run, elder!"

The elder of Xuedaomen wanted to avoid subconsciously, but felt a sharp pain on the top of his head, as if a few nails had been inserted straight into his skull.

He felt the person behind him close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "This seat said, if you hurt him again, you will never come back. This seat and the ancestor of the blood knife can be regarded as some friends, but how do you You won't listen."

The elder of Xuedaomen was so startled that he wanted to scream, but before he could say a word, Song Yanqing directly stuffed the hilt of the sword in his hand into his mouth.

Seeing this, Mo Nanchen sneered and said, "You're smart now, why didn't you think of it just now."

His eyes fell on the corner of Song Yanqing's mouth again, and his face became more and more gloomy.The elder of Xuedaomen was whining vaguely about the ancestor of Xuedao, but Mo Nanchen ignored him, reached out and touched him, took out a small porcelain bottle, threw it to Song Yanqing and said, "Guardian Song should close his eyes." .”

Then, disregarding the threat of the elder of Xuedaomen to beg for mercy, he pinched the head of his subordinate.

Song Yanqing didn't react, red and white splashed all over his face.

Mo Nanchen looked at him with squinted eyes, his eyes fell from the bruise on his wrist to the shattered sword, there was no expression on his face, but his eyes were getting colder and colder.

Song Yanqing felt that he might have embarrassed Mo Nanchen, he thought for a while and clasped his fists together, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Master, calm down."

"I said you are not his opponent." Mo Nanchen said softly: "It should be Xiaohuandan inside, you go eat it. Don't stand next to me with this kind of scrap metal in the future. This seat has its own way to find you a good sword."

He spoke in a low voice, Song Yanqing reckoned that he still wanted to surprise Zhengdao at the martial arts conference.

Seeing Mo Nanchen's martial arts, most of the people present felt that he came from a bad background.But this time the martial arts conference also had a lot of people from the cult, and no one guessed that he was the leader of the Xuanming sect for a while.

Song Yanqing's body was covered with paint, and her face was covered with blood.Mo Nanchen was upset no matter what he saw, he waved his hand and planned to bring Song Yanqing back to the inn.

Suddenly a female voice came from not far away, "Young Xia! I brought my master and brother to rescue you!"

Song Yanqing's voice sounded very familiar, but when he turned around, it was the woman in red.In front of her was a middle-aged man with a sword on his back, who came aggressively to find a place for his apprentice.

Song Yanqing's eyes only stayed on them for a while before being attracted by a young man in white behind the woman in red.

He felt that figure was very familiar from a distance, and when the group of people approached, Song Yanqing shook his dizzy head and took a closer look. Isn't this the protagonist who was almost fainted by Mo Nanchen at that time.

At this moment, Luo Qiuyi finally saw the person in front of him clearly, he stopped abruptly, his beautiful face turned pale in an instant.

The woman in red was happy when she saw that all the people in the Xuedaomen had been taken care of by Mo Nanchen. Seeing that Song Yanqing was injured, she patted Luo Qiuyi's back carelessly and said, "Junior Brother Luo, why are you in a daze? There is wound medicine, quickly take it out and use it for the young hero."

Luo Qiuyi looked at Mo Nanchen, just about to call out the Demon Sect demon, but then remembered the situation when Mo Nanchen was destroyed in the Promise Gate that day, and finally pursed his lips and swallowed back the words in his mouth.

He bowed his head to take the medicine and handed it to Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing was talking about Luo Qiuyi with the system in his mind, he stretched out his hand and subconsciously nodded to Luo Qiuyi as thanks.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the system prompt: [The leader's dependence on you is now 60/100. Evaluation: Although the leader doesn't like you, he doesn't allow you to like other people either. ]

'Did I do something that was misunderstood? ' Song Yanqing glanced at Mo Nanchen secretly, seeing his slightly squinted eyes, couldn't help asking the system.

Before the system could answer, Song Yanqing heard Mo Nanchen's strange voice coming from his ear.

"I haven't seen you for a while, but this seat's protector Song has learned how to express love with eyebrows."

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