Chapter 851: Disciples Bully Their Teacher

Zhang Mo was calm and calm, but his heart was full of surprises. She didn't want the intruder to break through the maze and get here. Judging by the sound of his footsteps, there were probably quite a few people coming, more than dozens of them.

It's just an important time for Zhang Mo to retreat, so there can't be any mistakes for a moment. Without even raising his eyes, he didn't know who was coming. There is a maid standing on each side of the body, one on the left and one on the right. The two of them were not as knowledgeable as Zhang Mo, but they were still in their teens and had never seen such a battle. At this moment, they were dizzy and scared to death.

When the heroes broke into the stone chamber and saw Zhang Mo's true appearance, they were all surprised and sighed. But I saw the rumored "devil" sitting quietly on the lotus platform. Wearing a red, yellow and blue mysterious skirt, and a jade phoenix hairpin on her head, her long hair is tied up, and her expression is calm. Although she does not apply any makeup on her face, her brilliance cannot be concealed.

All I know is that this female devil looks more like a female fairy. Those who don’t know can’t help but become slightly suspicious. But if you want to travel around the world, you should never judge people by their appearance. This female devil looks dazzling, but it is impossible to know how many skeletons and innocent people are behind her.

Tianhuo helped Qiu Lie, and when he saw Zhang Mo again, he felt hatred and fear in his heart, and there was a vague pain in his heart orifices. When Zhang Mo was thousands of meters away, a leaf was taken out of his heart. Although he was spared a small life, the flying leaf was also taken out afterwards. But there is always a force that remains in the body for a long time. Every time I think too much or experience major emotional ups and downs, I feel a dull pain and itching in my heart orifices. I can't scratch it but can't scratch it, and I can't scratch it. It's extremely uncomfortable.

Han Sandao, the leader of the Ghost Sword Sect, said: "Female devil, you have done so many evil things, and you will be punished today. If you had known better, you would have surrendered without restraint. We, remembering the kindness of our former master and disciple, can save your life for the time being."

Hearing these words, Zhang Mo frowned slightly, and immediately knew that the speaker was "Han Sandao". This person was a disciple she took in seventy years ago. At that time, the three Han people had created the Ghost Sword Sect. , but the reputation is not great. Zhang Mo thought of his endless desire to seek martial arts, thinking about the plight of warriors in the world, and even wanted to fill the sea with thousands of immortals. With great sadness in his heart, he taught him the essentials of martial arts.

It's a pity that his understanding is limited and he only learned one out of ten thousand, but he also benefited a lot and the Ghost Sword Sect grew stronger day by day. At this moment, I suddenly heard that my old disciple suddenly broke into her stone palace and said such things as "a female devil" and "all kinds of evil deeds". I was puzzled and surprised, but I still didn't open my eyes.

Liu Ping walked on the trail: "Why talk to this female devil? Brother Han, go and capture him quickly." Han Sandao said: "Okay!" He quickly walked towards Zhang Mo. Unexpectedly, four feet away, a flying sword hovered, protecting the master on its own, and flew towards Han Sandao.

Han Sandao raised his sword to block, but was knocked back seven to eight feet with a "clang" sound. Fortunately, the heroes behind him used their strength to hold on, otherwise they would have smashed into the wall. Han Sandao's face turned pale, his expression was horrified, and there was severe pain in the hand holding the knife just now. Looking at Zhang Mo, who had never opened his eyes, the idea of ​​turning around and running away came up in his mind.

Zhou Nanchun, who also practiced swordsmanship, understood the essence and spoke urgently to stabilize the morale of the soldiers: "Don't be afraid, everyone. At this time, the body-protecting sword formation is only five feet around the body."

When everyone saw that the flying sword was indeed only five feet around the body, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They secretly thought that this female devil really has "magnificent powers". The skill of wielding a sword is so miraculous that Zhou Nanchun, who specializes in swordsmanship, may not be able to do it. .

Everyone looked at Zhou Nanchun and saw him staring closely at the sword formation with longing in his eyes. Zhou Nanchun practiced swordplay since he was a child and was known as a swordsman genius. He only lost one person in his life, and that was Zhang Mo.

Seeing the long sword dancing wildly at this moment, he couldn't help but be ready to make a move: "I was defeated by you at the beginning, and now you are in retreat. I don't believe that I will be defeated by you again. Let's see if I break your sword formation!" The defeat of the sword that day has always been brooding in his mind. Chang Zizai thought that although meeting Zhang Mo made him gain a lot in martial arts and swordsmanship, he still couldn't be happy. He is determined to be number one, and his improvement in martial arts can only bring him temporary excitement. Only by winning the number one position can he achieve his lifelong dream. However, when he met Zhang Mo, Zhou Nanchun knew that if Zhang Mo died, he would never be the best in swordsmanship.

Zhou Nanchun believed that he was quite talented in swordsmanship. If Zhang Mo was so powerful, he must have another secret technique. From this, hatred gradually arose. At this moment, he summoned the water sword to take it out of its sheath. When he saw it entering the sword formation, he got entangled with the flying sword.

Zhang Mo thought: "Zhou Nanchun? Han Sandao? Liu Pingbu?... So, those who come here to attack me are all my 'disciples'. Do you have other motives, or are you being instigated by others?" As soon as he moved, the sword array showed mercy.

Zhang Mo thought: "If I forcefully stop the Nine Turns of Rejuvenation Kung Fu, there is a risk of self-injury to the meridians. But these people are my disciples after all. They are knocking on the door at this moment. They want to find out." So he forced the technique, and the blood on his face turned white. , slowly opened his eyes.

There were more than dozens of people in the stone room, including the six leaders, all of whom were her direct disciples. Among the other dozens of people, one-tenth of them have also received her guidance and can be considered as her disciples.

Seeing the Master and Disciple turning against each other, Zhang Mo's face turned even paler. He turned around and asked, "Nanchun, you brought these people." His voice was majestic, with a hint of questioning.

The disciples who had been taught by Zhang Mo felt fear in their hearts when they heard their master speak again, and they couldn't help but stand up straight. Zhang Mo was always strict with his disciples and rarely smiled. Although he never scolded loudly, his soft words were worth the thunder.

Zhou Nanchun, as the master of the Sword God Sword, is extremely powerful. Excluding the monks who had disappeared, he was the most powerful in the world. Hearing Zhang Mo's voice, his momentum suddenly weakened by six points. You held on for a while, but You didn't dare to face Zhang Mo's gaze alone, and said, "It's...Liu Pingbu brought him here."

Zhang Mo said: "Liu Pingbu?" He turned to look at Xuan Yijiao. Liu Pingbu's scalp went numb and he secretly scolded Zhou Nanchun for being unethical. But then I thought about it, now that my face has been torn, there is nothing to be afraid of anymore. Liu Pingxing: "Master, I came here because of morality. Don't blame me for being careless and killing your relatives."

Zhang Mo asked: "You just said I was a female devil?" Liu Pingbu said: "Of course. Master, your past deeds have been exposed, just surrender. Several of us will guarantee with our lives that we can spare your life. In the future, you will be pushed into the depths of the clouds and never come out to cause trouble again."

Zhang Mo said lightly: "Okay... my good disciple." She closed her eyes again, knowing that this matter was 50% to 60%. She knew that people's hearts were fickle, and it was not the first time that she was stabbed in the back by her disciple. It was already very difficult to remain the same for ten years, let alone a hundred years, two hundred years, hundreds of years... thousands of years. Thinking of this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but think of someone.