Ancient Gods

Mo Yang stood in front of the window of the second-floor attic, looking calmly at the four Xuantian Holy Land disciples outside.

Judging from their cultivation and clothing, these people are extremely ordinary disciples in the Holy Land. They probably don't have any treasures on them, and it seems that they can't get anything.

As he watched, Mo Yang's face unconsciously showed a look of disdain.

The four people outside the attic looked at the change in Mo Yang's expression. At first, they were a little confused, and then their faces turned green.

"Boy, what are you looking at?" A disciple of the seventh level of Tianxuan Realm was furious and spoke angrily.

"Look at you, what's wrong?"

Mo Yang had a smile on his face and looked harmless, but the expression was completely inconsistent with the words he said.

"Fuck, you dare to talk back, hey, boy, still looking!" The man was stunned. Mo Yang looked a few years younger than them, and they accidentally heard that this guy was not a disciple of Xuantian Holy Land, but from a small sect in the western part of the continent.

Because since Mo Yang and Yu Yao walked side by side to the library a few days ago, many disciples saw them on the way. Because they all knew that the Saintess had a cold temper and rarely showed up, no one dared to go up and say hello.

However, some information about Mo Yang was spread after all. Many disciples were privately talking about this guy who came from a small sect in the west of the continent but could make pills.

Mo Yang was amused. Looking at the guys in front of him, he was not at all panicked about the cultivators whose cultivation was not much different from his own.

After all, he now completely understood that the Star Emperor Sutra he practiced was the inheritance of the Emperor's Law, and its power was incomparable to ordinary exercises.

Before the few people rushed into the attic, Mo Yang jumped from the window and landed outside the attic.

The four people naturally could not detect Mo Yang's cultivation. They just knew that he came from a small sect in the west of the continent, so they naturally thought he was weak.

"Boy, you are a disciple of a small sect, how dare you talk to me like this? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know why the flowers are so red!"

As soon as Mo Yang landed on the ground, the man who had just spoken rushed up and raised his hand to punch Mo Yang in the face.

Mo Yang slightly turned sideways to avoid it, and smiled faintly: "Brother, your punching speed is too slow, don't you feel ashamed to practice in Xuantian Holy Land!"

After Mo Yang finished speaking, before the man stopped, he slapped him with his backhand, and with a crisp sound, the man's body was directly slapped away.

His body fell more than ten meters away, and one side of his face swelled rapidly, and at the same time, a blood-red five-finger mark appeared visible to the naked eye.

It can be seen how strong the slap was, but the man didn't seem to react to what happened for a while.

He actually looked up at the three companions beside him blankly, and then looked at Mo Yang, and then he quickly reached out to cover his cheeks, and then his eyes were full of anger.

"Do you know why it's so red now?" Mo Yang stood there and asked with a smile.

At this time, the other three disciples were also slightly stunned. They obviously didn't expect this to happen.

"Humph, come together, take his turn!" The leader snorted coldly after coming back to his senses, and then immediately took action.

The smile on Mo Yang's face disappeared, and he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then his face turned cold and said: "It's your sister's turn, I don't like men!"

The four disciples of Xuantian Holy Land rushed up one after another, and Mo Yang also rushed over directly. He activated the Xingzi Scroll, and his figure passed through the four people like a stream of light. There were several light sounds in succession, and the four people flew out in four directions, and then fell heavily to the ground one after another.

After all, these were four people, and Mo Yang didn't want to fight hard.

Although he was not panicking, in his opinion, no matter what kind of opponent he met, if he could defeat the opponent with one punch, he would never throw a second punch. He wanted to knock down the opponent with the simplest and most labor-saving means.

Of course, a slap would also work.

The Xing character scroll was extremely fast. As Mo Yang practiced and understood more and more, he became more and more proficient in the use of this set of body movements. It was impossible for these four people to react in time.

When the few people came back to their senses, each of them had a five-finger mark on his face. The cheeks of the man who started the fight were swollen, and the two blood-red five-finger marks on the left and right were extremely symmetrical.

"Tsk tsk, Xuantian Holy Land is at least a powerful force, how could there be such a bad disciple like you? In such a treasure land full of spiritual energy, a toad can become a spirit after staying for a long time, and a pig can probably climb a tree after staying for a long time..."

"What's wrong with you guys? How come you are not even as good as a toad?"

Mo Yang stood a few meters away and scanned the four people with a look of disgust, and he was a little puzzled when he spoke.

"Damn ants, who do you say is a toad!" The young man in the eighth level of Tianxuan Realm, who was in the lead, covered his face with one hand and pointed at Mo Yang angrily with the other hand.

"No, no, no, you heard it wrong. I said you are worse than toads, not toads!" Mo Yang shook his head seriously, speaking very seriously, with a kind smile on his face.

"You are looking for death!"

The man shouted angrily, flipped his palm, and took out a long sword from the ring. There was a few murderous intent in his eyes, and he flashed and stabbed Mo Yang.

The true energy flowed on the sword, and even its speed increased a bit.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, and the residual formula silently urged. A sword energy emerged from his palm, and he put his fingers together like a knife to cut directly.

"Clang...!"

A sharp metal tremor sounded, and the man was shocked back. The long sword in his hand trembled violently and almost slipped out of his hand.

Mo Yang stood there, staring at the sword in the man's hand in surprise, and said in amazement: "Hey, this sword is not damaged at all, it seems to be a treasure!"

Then Mo Yang showed a hint of unkind smile on his face, and said: "This thing is destined to be with me, I like it!"

The young man's face had already changed. It was just a blow, but his tiger's mouth was directly cut, his arms were numb, and he barely held the hilt of the sword after several efforts.

At this time, he was horrified. How could Mo Yang's power be so terrifying? Moreover, Mo Yang did not use any weapons. He raised his hand to condense a sword energy and dared to fight him hard. Not only was he fast, but his power was so terrible.

Could this guy have reached the Grandmaster level?

How could a disciple from a remote small sect have a higher cultivation level than him!

"What is your cultivation level?" His hand holding the sword was shaking constantly, and the long sword could not be held flat. He looked at Mo Yang in surprise.

"Cultivation level? What the hell is that?" Mo Yang frowned.

The young man was so angry that his face turned blue and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Yang was obviously teasing him.

It was not very harmful, but it was too insulting.

At this time, the other three people were also a little guilty and did not dare to act rashly. Mo Yang did not seem to be a soft persimmon. He was a hard bone that they could not chew with their teeth.

"I am surprised. You can't even see through my cultivation. Who gave you the courage to trouble me? Where do you get your confidence from?" Mo Yang frowned and stepped forward, but his eyes were always fixed on the long sword in the young man's hand.

Although the young man's face was full of anger, his eyes also showed some vigilance. He couldn't help but step back a few steps and hurriedly put the long sword behind him.

"Be good, come, take out the sword for me to see, don't be afraid!" Mo Yang's face reappeared with a warm smile, and his words seemed to treat a child.

"Swish!"

The young man was extremely angry. Seeing Mo Yang coming in front of him, he suddenly made a move, used his true energy and swung the sword towards Mo Yang.

The other three also rushed towards Mo Yang at a high speed, and all took out their weapons to slash at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang had been prepared, leaving only a residual image on the spot. His real body had come behind the young man in the lead without knowing when, and directly grabbed the wrist holding the sword, twisted it hard, accompanied by a scream like a ghost crying and a sound of bones breaking clearly heard by several people.

"Give it to me, you are so naughty, I have to do it myself!"

Mo Yang took the long sword in his hand, and then his body flashed back.

More than ten meters away, Mo Yang stared at the long sword in his hand curiously.

Then he bent his fingers on the cold and shining sword body a few times, listening to the long echo, he looked up at the young man and smiled: "The quality is really good, much better than what I used before, thank you!"