Fu Chen always wakes up first in the morning.

And those who lay on the floor always tilt their backs.

Today is better. Not only did the heads and feet be compared, they almost became a standard big character.

He jumped off the bed, picked up the quilt that was basically not on the bed that she had kicked, covered her, then put on his clothes, closed the door, and walked out of the yard.

The cold winter is even heavier, the entire Kunlun Palace is misty in the morning, and a layer of frost is formed on the ground, and a portrayal of an alien fairyland under the cover of the divine light.

This time was when the disciples of Kunlun Palace were practicing in the morning. When he walked to the martial arts training ground, he heard a very rhythmic shout. Next to the martial arts training ground, a thin figure sitting at the base of the wall came into Fu Chen's eyes.

Because Luo Chen was seriously ill, he could only sit here against the wall and watch them perform in the morning.

He walked over, sat down beside him, and glanced at him: "Why don't you take a leave when you are so sick?"

Luo Chen laughed dryly, sucked his nose suddenly, and said embarrassedly: "I am always sick, and I am not as good as my seniors. If I take leave once I get sick, I will basically have to be absent from work for the whole year."

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and looked up and down: "You are actually the eldest brother among the second-generation disciples?"

After saying this, Luo Chen in front of him was half depressed: "Maybe because his spiritual power is too strong, his body will never be able to be good, and I am helpless."

This should not be false. Fu Chen has been in Kunlun Palace for so many years and knows that the position of the senior brother must be an important title that the strongest among the disciples can be awarded. Even if the person in front of him is a sick person, having such a title must be a certification of strength.

"...Sorry." Fu Chen was a little embarrassed and looked at Luo Chen who was shrinking into a ball in front of him.

In fact, Luo Chen asked about this question he raised almost every few years when a new disciple entered the mountain, and he no longer felt that there was any offense.

Sitting there watching the disciple's morning exercise in front of him, Luo Chen laughed dryly: "It's also unlucky for me to say that every year, the competition is in winter. I basically catch a cold after two games, and then I can only get the title of second-generation senior brother. Alas, if I can get a complete round, I might be able to walk up."

Fu Chen laughed dryly: "It's just your body, forget it."

After the morning exercise was over, the crowds in the martial arts field dispersed, and Mo Chuan's eyes fell directly on Fu Chen. In just a moment, he saw him walking straight over.

Luo Chen, who was originally sitting aside, quickly stood up, and didn't even have time to wipe his nose, bowed and said, "I'll say goodbye first!"

Before he finished speaking, he jogged outside the martial arts training ground, and his feet slipped and almost fell again.

When Mo Chuan stood in front of Fu Chen, the only two of them were left in the entire martial arts training ground.

On the empty field, the warm mist and the golden rising sun blended together, and crystal stars flashed in the air, like diamonds falling all over the sky, embracing the two of them in the center.

Mo Chuan looked at the little fox in front of him from top to bottom, and Fu Chen was not afraid at all, facing his fierce gaze like a knife.

"The God of the Supreme One said yesterday that he would fight with me, so I came."

Mo Chuan looked at the person in front of him with great interest, sneered, and turned around: "Follow me."

The two of them slowly walked to the center of the martial arts training ground in the thick fog. In a blink of an eye, there were two barriers of Mo Chuan, knocking the two of them into it. The morning mist filled the entire martial arts training ground disappeared at the moment when the barrier was completed.

He stood there with great domineeringness. If he hadn't touched the forbidden zone that Fuchen could not be touched, to be fair, the man in front of him would have been a role model in the world.

Now, he doesn't even want to admit that he is excellent.

Just like yesterday's ranking competition, the two of them bowed politely, and in the next moment, it seemed to burst the air.

The god of Mo Chuanakami is indeed not at the same level as the opponents yesterday, whether it is speed, strength, or the sword skills he used.

While breaking the move, Fu Chen thought about his way to draw the sword. Almost every sword, every move, and every move was forcing Fu Chen to use a simpler sword technique that only exists in Kunlun Palace.

Fortunately, I tried my best to remember the ten sword techniques that Zhao Yue taught him, otherwise I would have subconsciously used the sword techniques of Kunlun Palace at this moment.

Use those sword techniques that Mo Chuanshang Shen is extremely familiar with.

When Zhaoyue arrived in a panic, she stood outside the barrier and could only feel the strong sword energy, but was separated from Mo Chuan's barrier and had no intention of letting her in.

She was a little annoyed and turned around twice.

I thought I could sleep until the sky was bright today, but I was shocked by Fu Chen's murderous aura, my scalp was numb. I rushed over and was stopped outside, which made her feel angry and had nowhere to vent.

Mo Chuan Shen is worthy of being the head of the Kunlun Palace Elders' Courtyard. With Fu Chen's current body, it is hard to defeat his powerful sword force. Just before the sword that Fu Chen must have been unable to escape fell, with a bang, the two people in the barrier suddenly stood there and could not move.

Fu Chen was a little angry and cut.

This familiar feeling and familiar look, besides Zhaoyue's immobilization technique, who else can join the god of Mo Chuan to settle here?

Then Mo Chuan looked at Fu Chen incredibly and roared cautiously: "Who is it!"

Then, Fu Chen blanched his eyes: "It's my master."

As soon as he finished speaking, another bang was heard, and the fog that had just disappeared suddenly appeared in front of him. In addition to the vast fog, there was also a Zhaoyue with a not-so-looking expression.

The jade flute in his hand hit Mo Chuan several times, and then hit Fu Chen opposite him.

"You two are so excited. You are here early in the morning."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Mo Chuan: "God, no matter what, this child is now a disciple of the deity. He has only been practicing for more than ten years. You, a general of the Heavenly Clan, can kill him by taking out five points of strength. Isn't it appropriate to show his true sword and gun like this?"

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The two stiff people instantly relaxed. Fu Chen snatched Yun Yu's sword and took two steps back.

The red-slashing sword in Mo Chuan's hand also extinguished the flames and was retracted by him.

He glanced at Fu Chen and bowed to Zhao Yue and said, "I just got so immersed in the fight. I'm a little unattentional. I hope Yue Zun forgives me."

"After all, the God of Supreme is facing the disciple of the Lord. The plan is only him and Ye Ming. The God of Supreme is better to be cautious. If he hurts him, I am afraid that the Kunlun Palace will not be able to afford it."

After saying that, he glanced at Fu Chen and said, "I have tried it for so long, but what can I do?"

Mo Chuan was slightly stunned and pondered for a moment: "I haven't tried anything."

"That's good. Go back and forth, be careful in your words and actions, so as not to be misunderstood by someone to steal the sword technique of Kunlun Palace." After saying that, he turned around, gave Fu Chen a blank look, and walked towards the gate of the martial arts training ground.

Fu Chen followed her and turned around and glanced at Mo Chuan's face.

But he seemed to be quite happy and showed a smile on his face.

Shengsheng made Fuchen shudder.
Chapter completed!