Mo Li was concentrating on the move because he had to be careful not to affect the villagers who fled in a hurry. He had to take some tricks and prevent the old Confucian scholar from getting there.

The old Confucian scholar became more and more frightened as he fought. He originally thought that it was a good idea to deal with such a junior, but the other party not only took it but also blocked him to the spot, and could not even kill him.

He swung his hand, took out a handful of copper coins, raised his hand and threw it out.

The copper coins are not sharpened, but internal force is infused. When hitting a person, the tendons and bones will be broken, and the severe ones will be killed.

Mo Li jumped out with a very fast body movement, flicked her sleeves, and covered most of the coins. If she was not wearing an ordinary short robe but a wide robe and wide sleeves at this moment, she probably wouldn't even leaked ones.

Just as Mo Li was trying to remedy, a figure suddenly appeared.

The breath is familiar, wearing his own clothes and carrying his own luggage.

Mo Li paused, and saw the man knocking down the remaining hidden weapons in an understatement. The second move of majestic internal force suddenly burst out, making people feel that he had hit a towering mountain, and the old Confucian scholar retreated in shock.

The third move is that the mountains collapse, as if the earth is shaking.

The ground sank three inches, yellow sand spreads all over the sky, and flying stones dance.

In an instant, three moves made the old Confucian scholar retreat step by step. This attitude of squandering internal strength made him pale, and he suspected that he had encountered a ghost, so how could there be such a master in the world?

Meng Qi didn't give him a chance to breathe at all.

If the offensive just now is like a mountain and a storm, it will be like the sun shining brightly now.

The old scholar was sweating profusely. He raised his hands flat and barely withstand the thick and terrifying internal force, and his eyes were stinged. The man's outer robe could not bear the force, and it was broken in pieces, and then it showed a golden color like streaming light.

"Gold, silk, armor!"

The old Confucian scholar said word by word, and there was no longer any greed in his eyes.

Because one hand had already appeared in front of him, the old Confucian scholar tried his best to retreat, and the other party was like a shadow.

The powerful internal strength turned into reality, which made the old Confucian scholar unable to breathe, and many life-saving tricks could not be used. He finally realized that it was not good and was eager to escape.

The two had disappeared at the entrance of the village, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and the surrounding soil was broken and the stones flew, as if two bears had fought.

The traces spread all the way, and the villagers were stunned and could not speak at all.

"Who are you?"

The old Confucian scholar's hissing sound came from a distance.

Responding to him was a clear and drifting voice: "I am the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty and Meng Qi."

Then there was a scream that made the scalp numb.

Everyone was frightened.

Mo Li: "…"

Doctor Mo was in a complicated mood. He originally wanted to carry the matter of the golden silk armor directly on his body. Anyway, because Young Master Jinfeng had already gained a big reputation, and the world of the world, those people thought that the golden silk armor had fallen to a mysterious master! But Meng Qi actually saw through his intentions, ran back in the golden silk armor like a gerbil, and then rushed to carry the trouble over.
Chapter completed!