Chapter 220 (1/2)

I don't know whether it's intentional or unintentional, Li Fulin's eyes are up.

Knowing clearly that you can't see the attic from downstairs, Mo Chen feels that master probably saw him. Even if I didn't see him, I might have guessed he was here.

Master came for them. In such a short period of time, he came to Tianjian city from Beifu City, not for Chen Jingzhi.

Of course, treacherous disciples should be punished, but that will never be the first priority of the master.

Perhaps because of the past experience, the most important thing for master is always the living.

It's a pity that Xiaodong is unconscious now. If he sees the master coming, he will be more happy.

Mo Chen can see that Xiaodong has not many relatives since childhood, and only one uncle lives on each other. There is no home, and he has been living a vagrant life, so he is more sensitive than others and more eager for family affection. Since the high fever in Huihui mountain, he seems to have opened his mind and regarded his master as his relatives. Maybe in Xiaodong's heart, master is just like a father?

But a look back, Mo Chen found the difference of Xiaodong.

Xiaodong was cold and stiff just now. Mo Chen gave him pills and looked at the situation improved. But when he looked at the short Kung Fu downstairs, Xiaodong's appearance was obviously wrong.

His face was blue and white, and his fingers gripped the wooden couch under him. The wooden couch with hard texture was deeply scratched, and the wooden powder fell down.

Mo Chen was surprised, he almost half forced to grasp Xiaodong's two hands, firmly in his own hands.

”Xiaodong, Xiaodong?”

Xiaodong is still in a coma and doesn't wake up, but something must have happened to make him so miserable in the coma.

There must be something wrong.

Certainly.

Mo Chen thought quickly.

Xiaodong's situation was stable just now, but when someone came in downstairs, his situation suddenly changed.

No!

The old ma Changlao and Mrs. Yan had already torn their faces when they came last time, but now they still bring people to visit us as if nothing happened. This is abnormal in itself. When Li Fulin arrived at this time, anyone would guess his true intention. It must be another plan for him to come and meet Mrs. Yan.

Mo Chen does not care a lot, he will Xiaodong a hug, directly from the attic window jumped down.

After elder Ma came in and sat down, he unconsciously stretched out his hand across his robe and pressed the things in his arms.

Although Mrs. Yan is upstairs, she doesn't know what happened to Xiaodong, but she instinctively realizes that Ma Changlao is not good at coming. This man is cruel and narrow-minded. He has fallen out with him, and now he will visit the door again, which is bound to be something else.

Elder Ma introduced them with a smile: ”this is Li Zhenzhen, the leader of the backflow mountain. He used to be a disciple of Danyang Xianmen, and his nickname is Chen Guangjian. This one is the wife of the first city Lord of Tianjian City, Mrs. Yan. ”

Li Fulin had known for a long time that the Lord of Tianjian city had passed away, and the lady in front of her was a widow.

His greeting was only half a sentence, but when he heard the voice of exclamation outside, he suddenly remembered that a sword shadow was coming towards elder Ma as fast as a flash of light.

Elder Ma suddenly turned back and saw a dazzling sword light from far to near. Suddenly, he was covered by the sword light. He could not see anything in the blazing white. He could only dodge by instinct.

Not all the elders of Tianjian city are good at martial arts and swordsmanship. However, elder Ma is a rare person with excellent kung fu. His skill of more than 100 years is not worthy of reputation. Although he had no time to resist the sword, his choice to avoid its edge was not wrong.

But he forgot Li Fulin, who was close by.

Just as Ma Changlao dodged sideways, his right arm was suddenly hit when he tried to draw his sword with his other hand.

The impact was not strong, but the position was wonderful to the top. Ma Chang's body was shaking. Most of his right arms were sour and soft, and he could not lift them. The sword that had just been pulled out was put back into the scabbard again because of the impact.

He can't pull out the sword any more.

Neck a cool, horse elder immediately there, do not dare to move.

Mo Chen's sword is too fast. The sword spirit has already cut off Ma Chang's skin. Only then does he feel cold, and even it takes a good moment to feel the pain.

Mo Chen is not a person, he still has a motionless Xiaodong on his back.

Clearly, Mo Chen's sword is like a rock shattering, but when he stands still, the eyes of several people in the hall are all focused on Xiaodong.

Li Fulin, Madame Yan, and even elder Ma did not care for a moment. They put a sharp blade on his neck that could kill him at any time. His eyes were fixed on the young man on his back!