On the other end of the market, the spirit pet shed.

The dim candlelight sways with the cool breeze, and the slanted shadows twist and stagger.

In the fence, several spiritual pets were closed, curled up, and sleeping soundly in the straw pile.

"Damn it, raising spirit pets is such a chore!"

The Scar disciple sat on the rocking chair, and the rocking chair was undulating and shaking back and forth.

He yawned, his face full of sleepiness, stretched out his feet and kicked the disciple with a sharp-mouthed cheek, and cursed impatiently: "Go and see, how are those little beasts doing?"

"Big, brother..." The sharp-mouthed disciple, rubbed his butt with a bitter face, stood up, just walking two steps away.

"Bang!"

A black shadow swung out from the darkness like lightning, and the wooden sword as thick as an arm hit the head of the disciple with a sharp mouth and cheek.

"Oh! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

The disciple with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek was caught off guard and screamed, and fell to the ground in an instant. He covered his face dyed with blood and cried loudly. He screamed like a pig, cutting through the silent night, awakening the spirit pets in the spirit pet shed, and whimpered irritably and uneasy.

"What's going on?"

The scar disciple woke up instantly, sat up from the chair, and looked closely. The sharp-mouthed disciple was lying on the ground and rolling with blood on his head.

"Ahhhh!"

A figure broke out from the darkness, holding a wooden sword in one hand, his eyes rolled like a copper bell, he roared and shouted, and rushed towards him with great strides.

The wooden sword was still covered with blood, and it was extremely cunning with Long Haotian's fierce and evil appearance.

Cheng Yaojin came out halfway.

The scar disciple's face suddenly changed, and he was so shocked that he subconsciously took a step back, and fell on the rocking chair and flipped over the rocking chair.

"You, Long Haotian, what are you doing!"

"Stop it!" Long Haotian's eyes were so bloody that it was like a god of killing. He jumped over without saying a word, raised the wooden sword and slashed hard on the rocking chair!

"Click!"

Only a broken sound could be heard.

The entire rocking chair was instantly chopped and exploded, split into two, and wood chips flew around.

The Scar disciple was shocked when he saw this scene, he took a few steps back, and was in a hurry, rolling and crawling, then he stood up to calm down.

"Little Bazai, you are looking for death! I haven't settled the score with you yet, you have run through the path of death!" The scar disciple grabbed the scabbard, drew his sword out, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

"Damn your mother! I will kill you!"

Long Haotian seemed to be crazy, fierce and evil, with his eyebrows raised, his hands holding the sword, a strong wind rolled up, and his feet stepped on the stone bench and jumped up, heading towards the Scar disciple's storefront.

"The Invisible Sword of Breaking Body!"

The wooden sword swung a dazzling shadow in the void, turned into an arc, and slashed down the air.

"What a strong sword!"

The Scar disciple was secretly frightened. In a hurry, he set up his sword and resisted it.

"Bang!"

The domineering power fell from the wooden sword and poured into the sword edge. The two collided together!

The Scar disciple groaned, feeling that the muscles in his arms were about to be torn apart by the domineering force. His hands lost their strength, his right knee bent, and he fell heavily to the ground, and he knelt on one knee.

Long Haotian took a big step and kicked his right foot hard on the scar disciple's chest.

"puff!"

The Scar disciple blew out a breath of turbid air, and his body flew out, knocking down several stone benches one after another, flying one foot away, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The scar disciple had a distorted facial features and sat up with his chest holding the stone wall, his face full of horror.

"This, this little bastard. Isn't it as timid as a mouse, and his swordsmanship is extremely bad? Why did it become so powerful in just one day!"

"Kill you to death!" Long Haotian looked crazy, and the humiliation and anger in his heart burst out at this moment. He kept waving the wooden sword, rushed forward, and beat the Scar disciples.

"I'll bully me, I'll bully me! I'll beat you to death and beat you to death!"

The wooden sword kept falling on the Scar disciple like raindrops.

"Don't hit, oh!"

Long Haotian refused to give up: "Run away, stop me! I promise not to beat you to death!"

"Don't, don't hit. I know I'm wrong!"

The scar disciple screamed. Looking at the ferocious Long Haotian, he felt a surge of fear in his heart. He ran away with his head in his arms, crawled on the ground, hid, and penetrated into the trough that feeds the spiritual pet.

"It makes you want to throw me into the feces pit!" Long Haotian pulled his collar, pulled him out from the bottom of the food trough, threw him to the ground, and then chopped him down again.

Mo Bei, who was hidden in the darkness, quietly watched the scene under the candlelight, nodded slightly, and thought to himself:

‘Sure enough, taking Haotian to the Demon Island to hone the effect is significant. He has seen blood, which is particularly different from yesterday.’

‘Well, swordsmanship has also improved. It seems that in the future, we have to keep more iron crabs for him to practice.’

When the Scar disciple was beaten by Long Haotian, the sharp-mouthed disciple and the remaining young man were scared by Long Haotian who suddenly became so fierce.

Both of them looked at each other and rolled and crawled away in panic.

"Oh, you little bastards... actually left me alone and ran away! Oh, don't hit me..." The Scar disciple was in tears, his head was covered with a bag, his butt was sticking out and his head was running around in the spirit pet shed. Finally, he overturned the forage and blocked Long Haotian's way, and was able to escape and escape in panic.

Long Haotian held a wooden sword in his hand and made a gesture to chase him.

In the darkness, there were suddenly sounds of footsteps, from far to near, and rushed over quickly.

More than a dozen young men poured out from the darkness, each carrying a long sword and looking fierce.

"Where did the wild boy come from? You dare to make trouble in the mission place of my Ji family!" Ji Laoba, the leader, shouted with anger on his face.

Long Haotian knew something was wrong, so he stopped and dared not chase after him.

The scar disciple covered his blood-stained face, cried and rolled and crawled to the center of the dozen teenagers, hugged Ji Laoba's thighs, and complained while crying: "Bao, brother-in-law...you have to make the decision for me. That boy..."

The scar disciple trembled and stretched out his hand and pointed at Long Haotian: "It's him, it's him who came to the spiritual pet shed to take care of our Ji family to make trouble!"

Ji Laoba looked up and took advantage of the candlelight to look closely. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So it's you, Long Haotian? Follow that guy Mo Bei's follower?"

"Your grandson has a good attitude," Long Haotian raised his brows, raised his head and pinched the wooden sword, and felt relieved to avenge his previous shame. He said: "It's grandpa, why are you?"

"Hmph, the cooked duck is still stubborn until it dies!" Ji Laobawu smiled, his face was so sarcastic, and he waved his right hand: "Catch this kid for me and throw it into the cesspool!"

As soon as Ji Laoba said this.

The dozen or so young men responded and completely surrounded Long Haotian.

Long Haotian gritted his teeth, his face calm, his eyes widened, and shaved everyone fiercely, but in fact his palms were already covered in sweat, his heart was beating wildly, and his face turned pale in nervousness.

There are so many people, today, I am afraid they will be in great trouble.

Ji Laoba saw the flaw, sneered in his heart, and shouted in a panic: "Come on it!"

All the children of the Ji family kept gathering and surrounding the circle, just as they were about to pounce on them.

"There are so many people. Is this a plan to bully the few with more?"

In the darkness, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone followed the sound source to look towards the darkness. A figure, carrying three-foot blue peaks, slowly walked out of the darkness, with a calm expression, and light shining in their eyes from time to time.

This person exuded a sharp aura, his eyes were sharp, and invisibly, it seemed like a powerful pressure was coming, making everyone tremble.

This sharp and powerful aura completely shocked everyone.

Who else could it be if it weren't Mo Bei?

Ji Laoba's face suddenly became extremely ugly and extremely blue.

Long Haotian widened his eyes, unable to hide the excitement in his heart, and instantly turned from nervousness, fear, anxiety, despair, to a deep surprise.

This world of difference and huge emotional fluctuations almost made Long Haotian cry.

Long Haotian ran to Mo Bei and was excited and speechless: "Big, brother, why are you here?"

Mo Bei's cold eyes slowly glanced at all the disciples of the Ji family present, fell on everyone's face one by one, and said calmly: "My people are also something you can bully?"

Ji Laoba gritted his teeth, his face changed, and his face was unstable. He stared at Mo Bei and shouted sternly: "It's this kid who doesn't know how to be polite. Let's first come to the spiritual pet shed taken care of by my Ji family to make trouble."

When Mo Bei heard this, he smiled without objection and said calmly: "So what?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, a domineering aura burst out in an instant, rising steadily. His eyes were so sharp that they pierced into the heart, making people unable to breathe.

Ji Laoba couldn't even say a word, and his face turned purple and blue.

Ji Laoba's face was distorted in anger. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his eyes suddenly fell on Mo Bei's sword.

The sword body was unsheathed and whispered softly. Under the swaying candlelight, dazzling light reflected, emitting a thousand murderous intent, covering Ji Laoba's whole body.

For some reason, Ji Laoba's heart trembled, his confidence became a little weaker, and he became much more awake.

Several thoughts flashed in his mind one after another.
To be continued...