The Sacred Gate

"Let's begin!"    

The middle-aged man finished speaking with a smile on his face.    

Everyone understood what he meant. It was enough for the young master to scold Chen Mo and Zhuang Zhuangming back.    

Chen Mo and Zhuang Zhuangming looked at each other, and Zhuang Zhuangming said: "Forget it, let's not bother with your son anymore. Open the protective array and let us out!"    

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "No rush, Sword God. If you guys don't come back to scold me, then forget it!"    

"However, God of Swords, you hit my son with a punch, extracting three of his teeth, and then with one foot on his mouth, you broke ten of his teeth!"    

"These punches and kicks, those 13 teeth, should be returned, right?"    

The middle-aged man's words were too much!    

This was giving Zhuang Zhuangming a punch and a kick, knocking out thirteen of his teeth!    

Zhuang Zhuangming's face changed slightly, and his eyes became serious.    

You want to punch him and knock out 13 of his teeth? There was no door.    

At the beginning, he had thought that Wubian City was a good place, but now, he realized that he had underestimated Chief.    

This Wubian City was too treacherous.    

Zhuang Zhuangming's eyes turned slightly cold as he said: "Impossible, your son did not manage this well. He scolded us and beat us up, how can we beat him back?"    

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Our Martial Arts Alliance has always been reasonable. My son scolded you, and I taught him a lesson. I scolded you and gave you guys a chance to scold him back.    

"One yard is one yard. Now it's your turn to hit my son. We have to figure it out. Swordgod, what do you say?"    

"This debt is not clear. God of Swords, you guys want to leave, is that not too reasonable?"    

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, twenty odd War God s and dozens of Top Martial Ancestor s surrounded Chen Mo and Zhuang Zhuangming.    

"Damn it!"    

A trace of killing intent flashed past Zhuang Zhuangming's eyes. He had nothing to say and quickly took out his snow-white sword.    

He knew that this matter had angered the Martial Arts Alliance, and since the other party was unwilling to let him go, he could only fight!    

Chen Mo took a step forward, reached out his hand to block Zhuang Zhuangming. With a shake of his head, he changed into the appearance of a Mo Chen, and laughed.    

"Mo Chen?"    

Everyone in the spot cultivator was shocked.    

Maybe they had only heard of Zhuang Zhuangming's great name and might not necessarily know him, but they knew him as well as knew him as well.    

The finals of the Array Dao Heaven's Pride Selection Competition had shaken all of the Nine Regions.    

It was also known that the Mo Chen was thrown into the evil valley.    

The news of Mo Chen coming out had basically spread throughout the Nine Regions.    

It couldn't be helped, as the Martial Arts Alliance had destroyed all of Three Great Daoist Clans's power for him. The matter which Fallen Leaves Sect had resolved personally had already shaken the entire Nine Regions.    

Chen Mo smiled and nodded, then said: "Yes, I am Mo Chen, and your Chief Executive Officer, and can be considered to have some friendship. Regarding today's matter, regardless of who is in the right or wrong, I hope that Master s adult will let it go, is that alright?"    

Chen Mo could only say this.    

If the middle-aged man still refused to give up, they could only fight.    

This was clearly the middle-aged man relying on his strength to bully others, he could not tolerate Zhuang Zhuangming being bullied!    

The middle-aged man laughed, cupped his fists and said: "Oh, it's Sect Head Mo, I've heard a lot about you. However, this matter has nothing to do with Sect Head Mo. If Sect Head Mo wants to leave, I will open a defensive array to let him leave anytime! "    

"However, regarding the matter of how the Sword God struck my son, hitting his thirteen teeth, my Martial Arts Alliance must seek justice. Fist for fist, tooth for tooth!"    

"Sect Head Mo, please do not interfere in this matter!"    

"If Sect Head Mo wants to interfere, then my Martial Arts Alliance can only follow the rules of the Martial Arts Alliance!"    

Chen Mo's heart sank. He immediately knew that the middle-aged man was not willing to give in.    

Chen Mo sent a sound transmission to Zhuang Zhuangming, "Senior God of Swords, have you succeeded in training butterfly tracker, butterfly tracker?"    

Zhuang Zhuangming replied to Chen Mo, "No, I've been busy lately checking out that strange cry, and occasionally training, but haven't succeeded yet!"    

Chen Mo sent another sound transmission to him, "Can we escape from these twenty odd War God and several tens of Top Martial Ancestor?"    

Zhuang Zhuangming replied: "I'm afraid I can't, just a few War God are fine, more than twenty, and more than ten Top Martial Ancestor, I can't escape!"    

"After all, I am only at the ninety-first War God. Among them, there are seven or eight of them who have full level.    

"It's fine, if you want to do it, then do it, labor is not afraid, at most, you can just drag a few behind you, it's worth it even if you die!"    

"It's just that I've implicated you. Brother, let's clear up the relationship first and leave first. If I can escape, we can reunite in the future!"    

Chen Mo shook his head and replied: "This is not my way of doing things, I am not a person who abandons his friends to escape by himself!"    

Zhuang Zhuangming no longer said anything.    

Chen Mo lifted his hand, took out the golden colored Vajra calabash and said: "Master s adult, today's matter is a small matter. If you insist on continuing, it'll be bad for everyone!"    

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Sect Head Mo, you really want to interfere in this matter, right?"    

Chen Mo nodded.    

The middle-aged man said: "Then there is no other way. If Sect Head Mo interferes, and is going to oppose my Martial Arts Alliance, my Martial Arts Alliance can't possibly retreat, right?"    

Chen Mo's eyes became serious and he said: "Master s adult, I suggest you and Chief Executive Officer talk about this matter.    

"Hahahaha ?"    

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "It's just a small matter, why do I need to report to Martial Arts Alliance? Could it be that the Sect Head Mo thinks that our Martial Arts Alliance is unable to take you down and is afraid of you? "    

After saying that, the middle-aged man shouted out loud: "Wubian City, where are the experts from all the sects? Come out and let the Sect Head Mo and the Sword God see whether my Wubian City's martial arts are united or not! "    

After the roar, several tens of War God s and hundreds of Top Martial Ancestor s gathered over.    

The aura of his strength was earth-shattering.    

The surrounding cultivators' expressions all changed greatly and they all retreated.    

The Wubian City s, the Chief s, had long been prepared.    

He must seek justice for the matter of his son being beaten up today.    

Martial Arts Alliance, his father was willing to give Mo Chen face, but he wouldn't!    

He had already decided to get rid of Mo Chen and Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming today.    

As the Chief, he could easily mobilize the experts of all the sects with a wave of his hand.    

"Damn it, this is going too far!"    

Zhuang Zhuangming bellowed, he was extremely furious.    

"Men, seize them! If they dare to resist, kill them all!"    

The middle-aged man roared angrily.    

Good, this is great ?    

The young master was grinning from ear to ear.    

He knew that his father would definitely help him get back at him.    

"Wait!"    

Chen Mo raised his Vajra calabash and roared.