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Chapter 52 - Silent sword spectrum

Seeing the fear and dread on the abbot's face, Jiu Mozhi felt extremely happy, because not only did he crush Sky Dragon Temple in terms of strength, he even won in terms of intelligence.

"Didn't you want to destroy the sword spectrum? Destroy! If you want to be a sinner through the ages, I will grant you your wish! " After he finished speaking, Jiu Mozhi activated the lightness exercise, and fiercely slapped towards the abbot.

Facing the incoming palm strike, the abbot was at a loss for a few seconds before gritting his teeth and lifting up the wooden box in his hands.

Because the abbot could not confirm whether Jiu Mozhi was playing an empty city stratagem or not. If he did not have a way to obtain the sword spectrum, wouldn't he have fallen for his trap?

Seeing that, Jiu Mozhi could not help but snort: "Old fart afraid of death!"

As he said this, his hand did not slow down in the slightest. In the end, he viciously smashed against the box, producing a crisp cracking sound.

With a cracking sound, the powerful force continued to exert itself, causing the abbot to retreat a few steps before coming to a stop. The abbot's face was flushed red; it was obvious that he had suffered some serious injuries.

It had to be known that Jiu Mozhi's palm strike contained anger, especially when he saw the abbot lift the wooden box, the flames of fury in his heart grew even stronger.

"Do you really think that I have no way of obtaining the six-veined divine sword? Or do you think I really don't deserve it? " Jiu Mozhi looked at the ground littered with Nan Mu boxes, looked at the ancient books that were already destroyed by the energy and shattered into pieces, and couldn't help but roar.

The abbot held onto his aching chest, gasping for breath, and frowned as he said, "What's the difference between being a bandit and being a bandit? How could Old Monk give such an important thing to a bandit?"

"Hahaha, what a nice word. Forget it, it's useless to talk to a rotten old bald donkey like you." Jiu Mozhi took a deep breath, he felt that if he continued this conversation with the abbot, he might not be able to resist killing people.

Turning his head, Jiu Mozhi looked at the nearby Ku Rong.

But after hesitating for a moment, Jiu Mozhi turned around again and looked at Duan Yu who was at the side.

was shocked when he saw Jiu Mozhi's eyes. His legs were actually so weak that he couldn't even move a single step.

"You, what are you doing?" Duan Yu watched as Jiu Mozhi walked towards him, and instantly, large drops of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Now that the ancient scripture has been shattered by the old bald donkey and that Ku Rong, that old fellow, has too little understanding of the six-veined divine sword, it seems that he can only come and find you." Jiu Mozhi laughed faintly.

Hearing this, the abbot fell to the ground, his face full of shock. He knew that Jiu Mozhi was not joking, and was not lying to him, Jiu Mozhi really had a way to get the six-veined divine sword again!

Duan Yu was also startled, but very quickly he reacted, with a determined look he shook his head: "Don't think about it, I will definitely not give the six-veined divine sword to you."

"What can this old bald donkey give you? If you follow me, I guarantee that you will have endless wealth and glory. " Jiu Mozhi knew that these people were all stubborn people, so he tried to use his reputation to lure him in.

But Duan Yu actually laughed after hearing it.

"What are you laughing at? "Do you really think that I can't do what I just said?" Seeing that, Jiu Mozhi could not help but frowned, he felt that Duan Yu was looking down on him.

Duan Yu shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't believe you, but I don't need the so-called wealth and glory."

"Why? The money has the right to you to get everything you want. " Jiu Mozhi asked in confusion.

"Because my father is the Southern King Duan Zhengchun of the Dali. I have unlimited money, so of course I have the right." Duan Yu said with a serious expression.

This time, it was Jiu Mozhi who was stunned. Obviously, he did not consider this point.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao, who was not far away, could not help but laugh.

The laughter interrupted Jiu Mozhi who was in a daze, his expression changed from normal to conflicted, finally changing into anger.

"Are you tired of living?" He knew Duan Yu, because the latter's father was the Southern Dali's King. Thus, when he thought about it, it did not mean that he knew Ling Xiao, because there were very few people who knew Duan Yu in this world.

After Ling Xiao heard this, he shook his head and made a silent gesture, indicating that he would shut his mouth.

Jiu Mozhi took a deep breath, and looked at Duan Yu once again.

"Alright, you are the son of the Southern King of Dali, but why are you in Sky Dragon Temple? And you even learned six-veined divine sword? " Even though Jiu Mozhi was very angry, after knowing that the other party was the son of the Southern Dali's King, he had actually forced himself to calm down.

Perhaps, Jiu Mozhi would only have the bad reputation of deceiving his teacher and exterminating his ancestors, but if he were to make a move against the son of the Southern King of Dali, it would be tantamount to being disrespectful to his master. And now, as the teacher of Tuo Fan Country, it was extremely easy for Jiu Mozhi to be mistaken as having a war with Dali.

Jiu Mozhi absolutely did not dare to offend both countries at the same time, so the current Jiu Mozhi was exceptionally calm, and the fear coming from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, Duan Yu had also thought about this, so he immediately became confident and confident. This was the first time he felt grateful towards himself as the prince of the Dali.

"You don't need to worry about that. This is my own choice." Duan Yu said in a bland voice as he somewhat proudly raised his head.

The Imperial Advisor of a country, the prince of a country, which identity is more noble, can be easily seen with a single glance.

No matter how high the status of a State Grandmaster was, he was still a subject, and a prince was of the Prince Mansion, a royal bloodline.

Jiu Mozhi could not help but squint his eyes, after being silent for a moment, he suddenly laughed out loud, "Alright, I was waiting for you to say that, in that case, you are representing the Sky Dragon Temple, and I am not the State's teacher, but the disciple who left the sect."

When those words were spoken, the surrounding crowd were all startled. What did it mean to advance and retreat together? That was it.

If the two of them were to discard their noble statuses and fight each other, then Duan Yu should still be called Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi.

Without the identity as the Prince of Dali, he really did not have other confidence. Originally, the only thing that would allow him to stand out was the six-veined divine sword, but in the end, he was still not Jiu Mozhi's opponent.

"Be obedient and write down the six-veined divine sword. This way, perhaps I can let you go." Jiu Mozhi laughed.

Duan Yu said in a trembling voice: "I won't write it down, don't even think about it, you can kill me if you want!"

Jiu Mozhi's smile froze, and he suddenly grabbed onto Duan Yu's clothes, and said angrily: "Did you really think I wouldn't dare to do it?"

"Do you really think that the Dali royal family will let this go?" At this time, Ling Xiao spoke, his tone was still as relaxed as ever, as if he was a passerby watching a play by the side of the road.