[Transmigration Book] Hidden BOSS

"I killed it." Mo Xuan first spoke to Long Jue, standing in front of Long Jue and looking at him with a straight face is very imposing, if he can ignore his height as a child, maybe he can scare people.

Lang Yiqi sized Mo Xuan up and down with suspicious eyes, and said contemptuously: "Just you?" After he finished speaking, he continued to look at Long Jue. Although this man's appearance was extremely beautiful, his flat chest clearly showed that he was It's a man, if it's a woman, I can still be more sympathetic, so I don't care about it.

But men... Lang Yiqi is not interested in men. He looked at Long Jue with a deadly gaze, pointed the fan in his hand so directly, and said arrogantly: "Don't take a child out to fight against him." matter, you, come out and die for me."

Although Lang Yiqi is very arrogant and domineering, he is still a person with some brains. He himself is already at the peak of foundation building. In the younger generation, he has already formed alchemy except for his true talent. The rest is his highest cultivation. , while Long Jue's aura was not very strong, he was still a casual cultivator, probably just a nice-looking embroidered pillow.

As for how his two monsters died... Lang Yiqi thinks that Long Liu must have someone else to help, and now they have introduced a child just to delay time.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his deduction was correct. Lang Yiqi looked impatiently at Long Jue who didn't respond, "Come out quickly, and let the young master teach you what it means to be someone other than someone else."

Long Liu couldn't bear to stand beside him. Just as he wanted to rush forward to speak, Long Jue held him back. Long Jue patted Mo Xuan on the shoulder, smiled lightly at Lang Yiqi, and said leisurely: "Warcraft are not I killed him, he killed him." He said and pushed Mo Xuan forward.

Standing in front, Mo Xuan nodded seriously to what Long Jue said just now, expressing his affirmation.

Long Liu didn't know why Long Jue said that, but she chose to stand aside and watch the show, because she knew Long Jue's strength, and she killed two monsters in just a few clicks. His cultivation must be stronger than Lang Yi's. Chess high is not a star.

Lang Yiqi looked at Mo Xuan's face turning blue. Sending such a child out seemed like the other party was belittling him. He smiled angrily, "Okay, then I will deal with him first, and then you." After speaking, he shook his hand On the fan inside, a faint light flashed on the fan surface, and a dart that shone like a plum blossom suddenly shot towards Mo Xuan.

The darts covered the most important acupuncture points on Mo Xuan's body, Lang Yiqi smiled ironically, and looked at Long Jue indifferently, waiting to see his expression of regret and panic.

However, to Lang Yiqi's disappointment, Long Jue was still in that indifferent manner, and then he saw his dart stopped by Mo Xuan raising his hand.

Mo Xuan lowered his head and kicked the dart that fell on the ground. The sharpest part of the dart was shining with a faint light. He could see that it was coated with highly poisonous poison. He turned his head and asked Long Jue, "What do you want?"

Long Jue glanced at the "iron piece" on the ground, with obvious disgust deep in his eyes.

Mo Xuan saw the disgust in Long Jue's eyes and immediately understood, he covered up the darts one by one with soil, then turned his head to Long Jue and said solemnly: "This way you won't be able to see it."

Long Jue looked at Mo Xuan, a quick smile flashed across his eyes.

Lang Yiqi couldn't stand being ignored like this, he rushed up directly, the fan in his hand that was used as a weapon had already changed its appearance, and the sharp fan faced Mo Xuan's neck and swiped towards him.

Although Mo Xuan was talking to Long Jue all the time, he didn't ignore Lang Yiqi, he avoided Lang Yiqi's fan with his head turned sideways, and Mo Xuan's clenched hand was shining white and punched his stomach.

Even if Mo Xuan's cultivation in his previous life had reached the stage of being about to transform into a dragon, it was only his own groping and cultivation. No one had taught him what kind of skills he should practice and what kind of weapon he should choose to use. His weapon was his fist.

He is a demon, a snake demon. After training, his body can be as thick as a water tank, and his body is covered with scales like armor. What weapon is more useful than himself?

Mo Xuan also doesn't know how to use any moves or means. It's normal for him to say that his actual combat experience is zero, so playing with Lang Yiqi is just relying on an instinct, but even if it is instinct, it is a mess. Still being beaten by him.

Lang Yiqi was beaten into a state of embarrassment. He has been in the realm of comprehension for so long, and this is the first time he has been chased and beaten with fists. I don't know who this Mo Xuan is. He still had a defensive magic weapon on his body, but none of the strength he hit on him was blocked from the outside.

Long Jue was also shocked by Mo Xuan's style of play, but he understood the reason after a little thought.

Looking at Lang Yiqi with a bruised nose and swollen face, Long Liu took a slight breath, and then exhaled again. She leaned into Long Jue's ear and whispered, "I didn't expect him to be so powerful."

Long Jue didn't look at Long Liu but looked at Mo Xuan, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "He's already very powerful." Swallowing his golden finger, can he not be powerful?

When Lang Yiqi was beaten to death by Mo Xuan, Long Jue saw that the white light in Mo Xuan's hand was getting dimmer, knowing that he was about to reach his limit, and turned his head to look at the Yunshan faction who had been standing by the side watching the play. Disciple Wen He said in a low voice: "If you don't stop it, something will happen." After speaking, he gave a sideways glance at Lang Yiqi, who was breathing in less and outputting more, and signaled to Wen He.

In fact, monks are not allowed to fight privately in the territory of the Yunshan School, especially on the eve of the Doubao Conference, but Wen He is a closed disciple of the head of the Yunshan School, so he dares to fight against Lang Yiqi. When I went to Moxuan, I stood aside and watched the play.

However, accidents can happen while watching a play, especially Lang Yiqi is still a disciple of Wan Yunzong, but Wen He felt a little regretful that he didn't lead Long Jue to make a move until the end.

"I also ask this fellow Taoist to do me a favor." Wen He smiled sincerely, without any arrogance of being a decent disciple of a famous school.

Long Jue didn't feel any disgust towards Wen He, so he nodded when he heard what he said, and called Mo Xuan back with his voice.

Mo Xuan stopped after Long Jue made a sound, didn't even look at Lang Yiqi who was lying on the ground and didn't know his life or death, he turned around and walked towards Long Jue, his clenched fist slowly loosened, white powder It floated out with the gap between his palms.

Based on his own cultivation alone, he might not even be able to break through Lang Yiqi's defense. Fortunately, he only took one of the inner alchemy just now, otherwise Long Jue would have to make the move.

Mo Xuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, he was very dissatisfied with being so weak now, but he didn't want to leave Long Jue to hide and practice in seclusion.

Lang Yiqi, who was lying on the ground behind Mo Xuan, suddenly moved. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Mo Xuan's back with a dark gaze, and then took out a whip from his magic weapon.

The whole body of the whip was blue, and it seemed to be covered with icicles. The surrounding air became cold because of this whip. Lang Yiqi used the last trace of spiritual energy in his body to draw the whip towards Mo Xuan.

Although Mo Xuan didn't look back, he instinctively sensed the danger. He subconsciously dodged to the side, but it was still a step too late, the whip was only a hair away from his back.

But even at such a short distance, the whip couldn't reach Mo Xuan's back. Long Jue grabbed the whip with one hand, and a cold breath immediately spread from the whip to his palm, which was rarely covered with frost. But Long Jue didn't care at all, because this familiar breath made him jump with joy.

Mo Xuan looked at the whip carefully, then nodded to Long Jue, and said silently: "This is it." The green dragon breath that Lang Yiqi felt came from this whip.

Long Jue looked down at the whip and smiled, "Qinglong Jin."