Senior Brother Fang, let's collect some interest first.

Chapter 127 Senior Brother Fang, let's collect some interest first.

Mo Zheng doesn't consider himself a villain, but he will never let his enemies get away with it.

When you lack strength, you must be patient; but when you have strength, why should you still be patient?

The number of disciples who successfully emerged from the Haotian Secret Realm was not large, but each of them received the reward of the Sunfire Fruit, which meant that they could all reach the Visceral Realm. The Huntian Sect naturally attached great importance to these disciples.

Fang Yang, as the only one among these disciples to pass the second test, has a much brighter future than the other disciples, and is therefore highly valued. The entire Hun Tian Sect is paying close attention to this potential Martial Saint.

Therefore, Mo Zheng pretended to admire Fang Yang and easily found out about his affairs from the disciple on duty.

He is currently staying on Mount Huntian, where he is personally taught and trained by the Martial Saint Hanjian. His residence is Xianyun Garden on the back mountain, which is very close to the Martial Saint Hanjian's residence, making it convenient for him to learn from him every day.

Mo Zheng thanked him and walked a few steps forward until he was alone. Then he took out the Hearing Sword from his treasure pouch and strode towards Xianyun Garden in the direction pointed out by the disciple on duty.

So what if we're close to the Cold Sword Martial Saint? We still have to make our move!

Moreover, if we don't act quickly, and wait for the news of his release to spread, and Fang Yang is frightened into hiding, given the vastness of the eighteen states of Great Yan, even if Mo Zheng were to exhaust himself, he would never be able to find him.

As for the sect rules prohibiting infighting, Fang Yang took the initiative, and he had his own way of making the other party reveal the truth.

Holding his longsword, Mo Zheng's gaze was sharp as a knife, and wherever he passed, all the disciples felt a chill in their hearts.

Soon, he arrived at the back of the mountain and saw the outline of Xianyun Garden in the distance.

"Xianyun Garden, hmm?"

Mo Zheng suddenly stopped, only to see three figures walking towards him on the mountain path ahead.

The person in the lead was burly and capable, with a black mole on the corner of his mouth. Who else could it be but Fang Yang?

Seeing this, even though Mo Zheng had come for revenge, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: This is truly a case of finding something without even looking for it.

He stood there, then suddenly shouted coldly, "Fang Yang, do you still recognize me?!"

On the mountain path, Fang Yang walked one after the other with two disciples from aristocratic families.

"Senior Brother Fang Yang, we've finally waited for this day!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Why are you still calling me 'Senior Brother'? You should call me 'Uncle-Master'!"

"Yes, yes, yes, they deserve to be beaten! Uncle Fang Yang reached the Visceral Realm before he was even thirty. I think, in a few years at most, we'll be calling him Grandmaster!"

The two disciples sang in unison, their faces full of flattery.

Fang Yang was very pleased.

He naturally didn't take the flattery of ordinary people to heart, but these two disciples in front of him had both produced Martial Saints in their families and were now the leaders of the Hun Tian Sect's aristocratic faction.

In a sense, their attitude is the same as that of the powerful clans and factions.

"You two are too kind. I am still far from being a Martial Saint," Fang Yang said with a smile.

"Uncle Fang is truly modest. My ancestor said that you are the only Martial Saint seed in the entire Hun Tian Sect."

"Indeed, anyone who can pass the second level of the Haotian Secret Realm will become a Martial Saint!"

The two continued to flatter him, saying they were sent by their families to invite Fang Yang to the banquet.

As long as they can gain the approval of this potential martial saint, their families will enjoy another five hundred years of carefree life.

Just as Fang Yang was about to say a few more words of modesty, a sharp shout suddenly rang in his ears: "Fang Yang, do you still recognize me?!"

This sharp shout abruptly interrupted the three's conversation. The two disciples looked bewildered, never expecting such a response.

In this day and age, there are still people in the Hun Tian Sect who dare to be disrespectful to Fang Yang!

You must know that the other party is currently the only Martial Saint seed in the sect, and in a sense, he is the young sect master of the Hun Tian Sect!

Fang Yang's face instantly turned ugly. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came. There stood a young man dressed in white with strange short hair, exuding an extremely powerful aura. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.

"How dare you be so disrespectful to your martial uncle!"

"Not yet—"

As the two disciples were reprimanding him, Fang Yang trembled. He looked at the white-robed youth opposite him in horror and exclaimed, "Junior Brother Mo—you're still alive?!"

Upon hearing this, the two disciples swallowed the rest of their words.

Mo Zheng, it was him!

As disciples of aristocratic families, the two had naturally heard of Mo Zheng's reputation. Leaving aside his comprehension of martial arts intent, the fact that he beheaded Kong Yi with a single sword strike during the assessment and Wei Liujiang was injured by the sect leader alone had already made Mo Zheng infamous within the aristocratic families.

But didn't he already die in the Haotian Secret Realm?

The two looked at Mo Zheng with surprise and doubt, unaware that Fang Yang also had the same question in his mind.

He personally slammed the other into that sea of ​​lava and fire. No matter how strong you are, once you enter that endless sea of ​​lava and fire, you will surely die!

But how could he still be alive? How could he be here?

Fang Yang stared blankly, because Mo Zheng's hair had been burned off by the lava, so he didn't recognize him at first. But once he did recognize him, he immediately felt guilty and fearful.

Looking at the other person's horrified expression, Mo Zheng coldly said, "If someone like you can live a good life, how could I possibly die?"

Fang Yang looked at Mo Zheng with a complicated expression, his face full of disbelief. He had actually managed to spend more than four months in the Haotian Secret Realm and even crawl out of that sea of ​​lava!

Was he here for revenge? What did he gain from the Haotian Secret Realm? No, he's here to kill me!

Noticing the murderous intent in Mo Zheng's eyes, Fang Yang calmed down immediately. He glanced back at the buildings behind Xianyun Garden, feeling even more reassured.

So what if you want to kill him? The Cold Sword Martial Saint is not far from here. Daring to attack a fellow disciple without cause is a capital offense according to the sect rules!

Moreover, as long as he denies what he did in the secret realm, who can do anything to him?

Therefore, he smiled slightly and said, "It is truly a blessing for our Hun Tian Sect that Junior Brother Mo was able to emerge from the Haotian Secret Realm. However, has this matter been reported to the two Martial Saints? If not, the Cold Sword Martial Saint is not far behind. Junior Brother Mo, would you like me to help you?"

"Shall we spread the word?"

"Indeed, it is a great blessing that Senior Brother Mo Zheng was able to emerge from the Haotian Secret Realm."

"Such a momentous matter should be promptly communicated to the two Martial Saints."

The two disciples forced smiles and said that even though they had different stances, they still had to maintain a facade of harmony when dealing with geniuses.

But for some reason, they felt a chill all over their bodies, perhaps because the mountain wind in early winter was too cold.

"No need."

Mo Zheng slowly drew the sword from his hand and said, "The Martial Saint of the Cold Sword will come out to see me later."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cyan sword light shone forth.

In an instant, a fierce wind seemed to rise out of nowhere, carrying with it chilling and sharp sword shadows. Every gust of wind carried an extremely terrifying killing intent, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.

Wind and Fire Sword, Gale Sword Intent!

Upon seeing this, the two disciples froze on the spot, completely stunned by Mo Zheng's sword intent, their eyes glazed over, and their minds went blank.

Fang Yang's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected Mo Zheng to be so irrational, attempting to kill him in broad daylight to seek revenge!

Has he gone mad?

Without a second thought, he reached to his waist and a longsword gleaming with a faint blue light appeared. The moment the sword appeared, the already frigid temperature around him plummeted.

"Grandmaster!"

Fang Yang used all his strength to let out a hoarse shout. This shout, carried by his internal energy, was like a thunderclap, echoing throughout Hun Tian Mountain and lingering for a long time.

At the same time, he swung his long sword, and a chilling sword intent emanated from it. Where the sword light passed, it was like a blizzard, containing an incomparably terrifying chill, as if it would freeze the entire world. It was clearly the Nine Yin Ice Soul Divine Sword from the inheritance of the three great sword Martial Saints!

Fang Yang did not waste the four months. With the help of the gains he made while possessing the body in the Haotian Secret Realm, he directly comprehended the sword intent. Subsequently, with the resources of the Huntian Sect, he directly broke through to the Visceral Realm.

This is also the source of his confidence to accept the challenge rather than turn around and run away!

The gale and blizzard collided, and sword shadows appeared and disappeared within them, moving so fast that the two figures were completely obscured.

The two disciples snapped out of their daze from the impact of the martial arts intent. What they saw was the strong wind generated by the aftershocks of their fight, which stirred up a flurry of snowflakes. The scattered sword energy left long, deep sword marks on the ground, and all the flowers, plants and trees within a radius of several dozen feet were destroyed by the aftershocks of their fight.

Just looking at it made the two disciples tremble. They could feel a deadly threat from the scattered sword energy, but neither of them could move.

Although they regained their senses, their bodies were stiff and they were completely unable to control themselves under the impact of the martial arts intent!

when!

With the sound of swords clashing, an extremely fierce gale suddenly spread out from the center of the two's battle. The earth shook violently, and large swaths of soil and snowflakes were directly blown up by the terrifying force of their collision, whistling and scattering in all directions. Dense cracks appeared on the ground!

The two abruptly separated. Fang Yang, holding a light blue longsword, smiled and said, "Junior Brother Mo, you're nothing special. Our Grandmaster will be here soon; attacking a fellow disciple is a serious crime!"

So what if you grasped the essence of martial arts at the age of eighteen?

Among martial artists, strength matters. Right now, everyone is at the Visceral Realm, and he also wields a divine weapon. Mo Zheng's idea of ​​killing him is simply wishful thinking!

Moreover, his shout was heard throughout the entire sect. The Grandmaster must be rushing here. Once he arrives, with two junior brothers present as witnesses, Mo Zheng will not escape the crime of murdering a fellow disciple!

"Um?"

Suddenly, he subconsciously turned around and saw a figure exuding a terrifyingly cold aura rushing towards him from afar. Who else could it be but the Frost Sword Martial Saint?

"We've finally arrived."

Mo Zheng suddenly said.

"What?"

Fang Yang, who was overjoyed at the appearance of the Cold Sword Martial Saint, was stunned when he heard Mo Zheng say this. What did he mean? Had this guy gone mad from staying in the Haotian Secret Realm?

Mo Zheng gave him no explanation. Upon hearing the sound, the sword transformed into a blue whirlwind once more, sweeping towards Fang Yang.

"You can't do anything to me!"

Fang Yang remained fearless, unleashing the Nine Yin Ice Soul Divine Sword. The divine weapon in his hand carried an icy sword intent that could freeze heaven and earth, as he met the gust of wind head-on.

However, at that moment, a spark appeared in that blue gale. It was this spark that caused the sword intent of the gale to change, becoming more violent and more frenzied!

The moment the two collided, the Wind and Fire Sword, imbued with a hint of fiery sword intent, instantly shattered the Nine Yin Ice Soul Divine Sword.

Without any collision, the cyan sword light, moving at a speed far exceeding that of the divine weapon in Fang Yang's hand, struck the man's chest with incredible force, leaving him utterly astonished.

boom!

An immense force struck, instantly piercing through the soft armor he wore underneath, leaving a deep sword wound on his shoulder.

The sword energy contained within wreaked havoc within his body. Even Fang Yang, a master of the Internal Organs Realm, could hardly withstand it. "Pfft!"

His face turned bright red, and blood gushed from his mouth as if it were free. This single sword strike had already severely injured his body, rendering him essentially incapable of fighting.

"How—how is this possible?!" Fang Yang's eyes widened, his heart filled with shock and disbelief. "We're both at the Internal Organs Realm, even if he's comprehended two different martial arts realms, how could his sword speed and power be so much stronger than mine? And he's not even using the Crimson Flame Divine Sword!"

No wonder Fang Yang was so shocked. Just a moment ago, the two were evenly matched, but the next moment, he was defeated by a single sword. Such a huge difference was something that no one could accept in a short time.

Little did he know that Mo Zheng not only had a stronger martial arts intent than him, but he had also reached the minor completion of the Visceral Realm. His physical qualities far surpassed his own, who had just broken through to the Visceral Realm. If he hadn't had other considerations, he would have killed him the moment they met!

Boom!

Fang Yang's body crashed heavily to the ground, creating a crater and sending snow and dirt flying. The Cold Sword Martial Saint, who was rushing towards them from afar, saw this and immediately became alarmed, shouting angrily, "You scoundrel!"

you!"

Mo Zheng completely ignored Han Jianwusheng, and instead smiled slightly at Fang Yang, saying, "Senior Brother Fang, let me collect some interest from you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred as he slashed at Fang Yang with two consecutive sword strikes.

puff!puff!

As the two beams of blood shot forward, Fang Yang's two arms were instantly severed from his body.

The Hearing Sword was a top-grade treasure weapon, extremely sharp. Before Fang Yang even felt any pain, his eyes had already seen his two arms detached from his body.

In its horrified gaze, the cyan sword light met the two severed arms, and in an instant, countless pieces of flesh and blood flew everywhere.

When the sword light stopped, the severed arm had turned into countless pieces of flesh and bone, scattered all over the ground.

"Ah! My arm!"

Fang Yang, who witnessed all of this, let out a painful wail that echoed throughout the entire Hun Tian Mountain!