Chapter 39

Su Mo Yu Wan didn't expect that his leg strength would become so strong.

Similarly, those xuanjianliu disciples who were ready to see his jokes didn't think of it.

The library echoed the cry of De'an's pain, but someone finally came back and pulled out his sword to surround Su Moyu.

Su Moyu stepped back and frowned, "you said the duel. Now that he's hurt, do you want to attack him?"

Indeed, the duel was put forward by De'an. Now he is defeated. If he besieges Su Moyu, it really doesn't make sense.

But where are these people willing to swallow this evil spirit?

A layman disciple said in a cold voice, "senior brother De'an has solid cultivation. How can you break your leg? You must have cheated and used some sinister method!"

When he said this, it was like a wake-up call for everyone, so more and more people shouted, "yes, this boy must have used Yin moves."

"Since he dares to use Yin moves, it's not unreasonable for us to go together!"

As they spoke, the group slowly forced Su Moyu.

Su Moyu hated his teeth and said in his heart, "these hypocrites are really shameless. If you want to bully more and less, you have to find an excuse."

Just when he was anxious, a sigh came from behind the crowd and said, "junior brothers, it's a fact that morality and security are not as good as people. Let's admit to gambling and admit defeat."

With this sentence, the crowd separated automatically, and a young Taoist walked steadily to Su Moyu.

Dexuan!

The Taoist priest stood opposite Su Moyu with a hypocritical indifference on his face and showed a shallow smile.

"Long time no see, elder martial brother Su of ghost sword flow."

De Xuan deliberately stressed the two sounds of "senior brother", as if he wanted to emphasize something.

Su Moyu had a very bad impression of the dexuan in front of him. When he saw him, he was very alert and asked, "what do you want to do?"

De Xuan smiled and said, "nothing, but elder martial brother, you hurt my younger martial brother of Xuan jianliu. I, who is a senior brother, must find some face?"

Su Moyu hates secretly. After all, do you still have to find an excuse to fight?

Over there, de Xuan said again: "but senior brother, it's late to get started after all. If I do my best with you, I'm afraid it will make people laugh. I see that your leg skills are good, senior brother. I'll stand here and let you kick hard. If you can move me, even if I lose, how about?"

After hearing this, Su Moyu didn't want to go up and kicked each other in the chest.

With this kick, he made 100% strength, trying to hurt his opponent with one kick.

But who knows, their feet fell on each other, just like kicking on an iron plate, numbing their legs. If he hadn't practiced his legs hard these days, maybe his legs would have been broken by this time.

De Xuan over there frowned. In his calculation, this foot should be enough to break Su Moyu's leg, but it seems that the other party has only suffered some minor injuries without breaking his muscles and bones.

Su Moyu sat down on the ground and stared at dexuan opposite in surprise. "Is there really such a big gap between me and him?"

Cheers and mocking laughter all around.

Just then, a cold hum came from the top of the audience: "sure enough, old Wang Ba can only have a son of a bitch. Your master is a mean person, and this apprentice is also a mean person!"

As soon as they heard this, their faces changed. When they looked up, they saw a drunk lying obliquely on the bookshelf, staring coldly at De Xuan.

No one else, it's Cheng Jianxuan!

Others saw the black fat man. As soon as de Xuan saw him, he felt his ass tight and hurriedly stepped back: "martial uncle Cheng, I have a fair fight with him. Do you have any opinion?"

Cheng Jian chose a sneer and said, "fair duel? Do you think you're wearing sky scale clothes and others can't see it? The fourth level soft armor of lingpin is put on wood and ordinary people can't kick it. At least you're a person in harmony, but you don't think you're so shameless!"

As soon as he said this, de Xuan's face changed sharply. Just when he was about to distinguish something, a voice came from the depths of the library and said, "if you have such a baby, you can also wear it for your apprentice. Who didn't stop you."

Hearing this sound, dexuan Yixi hurriedly ran a few steps to the source of the sound and shouted, "master!"

The man who came was Renji, the master of dexuan. He was one of several elders guarding the library. He usually studied at the top of the library. He came down from the upstairs after feeling the smell of Cheng Jianxuan today.

"Stinky and shameless!" Cheng Jian chose to see Renji and snorted.

Renji didn't get angry because of his words. Instead, he raised his face and asked, "why? Three family slaves dare to say that others don't want face?"

Cheng Jianxuan smelled that Yan's face changed greatly. In an instant, he went from the bookshelf to Renji. His face was gloomy and said, "what are you talking about?"

Unexpectedly, Renji didn't care about his threat at all. He sneered: "what? You can do it and won't let me say it?"

Their eyes collided, and a cold wind suddenly blew in the closed library.

All the disciples, including Su Moyu and de Xuan, shuddered by the cold wind.

Just when everyone thought that the two people were about to break out of conflict, Cheng Jianxuan suddenly fell down, turned to Su Moyu and said, "let's go!"

Su Moyu moved in response. The two men walked a few steps away, but they heard Renji talking to himself behind them: "originally, there was such a big flow of ghost swords, which fell to Si overnight. There was not even anyone who could take part in the great martial arts test. If I were you, I would have buried my head in my crotch."

In Su Moyu's memory, Cheng Jianxuan is an unforgiving role that can make * * * * regret even if he steps on * * * *.

After listening to such stimulation, I have to scold back.

But I don't know why, this time Cheng Jianxuan didn't answer back and walked in front of Su Moyu in silence.

He endured it.

Su Moyu doesn't know what happened between him and Renji in the past, but Cheng Jian chooses to bear it at this time, but he can't bear it anymore.

"Who said ghost sword flow didn't take part in the great martial arts test?" Su Moyu turned and stared at Renji.

Renji smiled contemptuously and said, "Oh? Who are you?"

Su Moyu took a deep breath, then almost shouted in a roaring voice, "I'm Su Moyu, the eldest disciple of ghost sword flow!"

His voice was so loud that the tiles of the library shook.

Renji's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "big disciple of ghost sword flow? What do you want?"

Su Moyu looked back and Cheng Jianxuan still turned his back to him, but he had stopped at this time.

Su Moyu was hurt by the lonely figure of the normally arrogant guy.

He made up his mind, turned to Renji and said, "I will take part in this year's great martial arts test, and then defeat your disciple as a disciple of Chengjian!"