"Really? Then I'd like to take a good look at whether you are qualified to say that!" As soon as the voice fell, the tea lid in his hand instantly shot out and hit Mo Chen with such force that it could not be covered by an ear.
Mo Chen, who was drinking tea, looked up at him and smiled gently: "I'm happy to accompany you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and turned it.
The cup lid that was attacking him stopped in front of him and no longer moved forward, but instead circled in the air. And, with the movement of his hand gestures, the teacup slowly fell into his hands, easily dispelling Xuanyuan Moze's attack.
"A teacup comes with a lid. I already have one, so I'll give this one back to you!" A gentle voice came out, but the cup lid that came out of his hand was extremely sharp.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Moze stretched out two fingers to pinch the cup lid that was attacking him, put the lid back on the teacup, and then stood up. He saw a black figure flash and the person had already rushed out.
Seeing this, Mo Chen put down the teacup in his hand, with an elegant smile on his face, and walked out slowly. Looking at Xuanyuan Moze standing outside the palace, he smiled and said, "It's not very kind of me to attack you right after I get here!"
"I've already invited you to tea, what? You're still not kind? In that case, since we haven't seen each other for so long, I'll give you another gift!" A deep and magnetic voice came out, and a black figure rushed out at the same time, attacking Mo Chen who was standing with his hands behind his back.
The spiritual energy on Mo Chen's body was released in an instant, his white clothes were blown away, and his black hair flew up. Facing Xuanyuan Moze's attack, he was not surprised or afraid, but remained calm as before, with his usual gentle smile on his face.
He did not attack until Xuanyuan Moze's black figure approached him. Two figures, one black and one white, fought outside the palace. Strong air currents surged from their bodies. Although they were fighting with bare hands, every blow frightened the dark guards and Ying Yi in the dark.
This is a battle between masters!
There were no weapons in their hands, but the aura that permeated the surroundings was so powerful, the spiritual energy of the two seemed to be comparable, and there was no telling who was the higher of their pressure. They were extremely fast, and with Ying Yi and his strength, it was impossible to see their attacking moves. All they saw was one in black and one in white, neither giving in to the other.
"Bang!"
Ying Yi's eyes widened when he saw his master suddenly change his palm into a fist and punched Mo Chen directly in the eyes. Mo Chen gasped and quickly covered his eyes and stepped back. When he looked away again, there was a red bruise around his left eye. The bruise did not match his banished immortal face and looked a little weird, making people couldn't help but smile when they saw it.
"You actually slapped me in the face?" Mo Chen's gentle face cracked a little, and the smile on his lips could no longer be maintained.
Xuanyuan Moze glanced at him calmly, and raised the corners of his lips in a good mood: "I just added some color to your eyes. It's much more pleasing to the eye this way."
Mo Chen's mouth twitched: "So that's how it is, then I really have to thank you." As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked again.
"You're welcome. This is what I should do." He had wanted to beat him up for a long time, but he felt that one punch was not enough. Well, punching the other eye would probably be enough.
However, when he caught a glimpse of the red figure coming from outside, a faint light flashed across his eyes, and his fist that was about to meet him was instantly retracted, and was hit by Mo Chen's palm...