The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Mo Qian knew that the flash mode was actually a very addictive mode, so he rarely used it. Of course, if there were no restrictions, the flash mode was still very useful.

However, it's best not to use it here, lest you end up like Huang Shaotian, who was eliminated because he drove too fast.

When Yu Wenzhou saw Huang Shaotian slink down the stairs, his face darkened. Huang Shaotian's actions were truly no one else's fault but his own; he had failed to control his speed.

"come over."

Yu Wenzhou said seriously to Huang Shaotian that even he would not spoil Huang Shaotian this time.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Huang Shaotian had no choice but to watch as Yu Wenzhou added control training to Huang Shaotian's training plan time and time again. There was no way Huang Shaotian could refuse.

"I'm doomed. My future is bleak."

Huang Shaotian could already imagine his miserable training life in the future. He had to bear the consequences of his mistakes, no matter how difficult they were.

"Don't be sad, because being sad won't do any good, haha."

Old Wei looked at Huang Shaotian with schadenfreude. He thought it would have been better if he had gone up himself. If Old Wei had gone up, he would have just activated the Dark Domain and wiped out these kids instantly. Unlike Huang Shaotian, who suddenly messed up when he was about to wipe out all of them, who can you complain to about that?

"Old Wei, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Help! Murder of my master!"

While the two were fooling around below, the game had already ended without them realizing it.

Old Wei and Huang Shaotian didn't have much of an opinion about this crushing defeat. Old Mo had already understood all the limits of the game, and with his strong control, even with the slightest control, Old Mo still had a Blade Spirit, right?

The Blade Spirit will absorb the energy that Lao Mo is releasing, preventing him from exceeding the range of the Holographic Glory's appearance.

"Sword Spirit, so you've always been here—"

Mo Qian sensed that the lazy body in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was yawning and then began to absorb Mo Qian's soul power.

"Yes, of course I've always been here. I'll always be watching over you."

Dao Ling has always said that he will keep an eye on Mo Qian, and he is not joking at all. Dao Ling is a man of his word and never tells lies.

"That's good."

"Hmm, is it all over?"

Mo Qian looked at the five people lying on the ground and smiled slightly:
"Well, I guess we're done."

It was essentially a brutal massacre. These young men did consider trying to fight back, but the difference in strength was simply too great.

"So, the difference in strength is this great?"

The young man who was leading the group also became more obedient. He had been quite arrogant before, but now he was completely no longer arrogant.

"Work hard, the future belongs to you."

At this moment, Mo Qian was finally able to say these words, as someone had said the same thing to Ye Xiu and Mo Qian back then.

"Old Mo is really making a mess of things, and he's still making a fuss."

Ye Xiu watched with amusement as Mo Qian chatted with the other young men, who seemed to regard Mo Qian as their idol.

"Idol, with your talent, you shouldn't be unknown. Why have I never heard of you?"

Mo Qian simply smiled and said, "Would you like to take another closer look at my name?"

Mo Qian left after saying that; there were people waiting for him at home.

"profound!"

"What are you yelling about! You scared the hell out of me!"

The young man in the lead looked at his teammates.
"No, boss, I remember who this guy is! Isn't he the vanished sword immortal? The former world number one!"

At this moment, the young man in the lead realized that Mo Qian was actually his true identity.

"Is it really him? Is that the legendary Sword Immortal? But wasn't the Sword Immortal supposed to have a full head of black hair back then?"

"Maybe it's because you dyed your hair?"

The young man leading the group looked at Mo Qian, who had a full head of silver hair, and thought he looked nothing like the Mo Qian he used to be; he was completely different.

"Maybe so, but that hair really doesn't look like it was dyed."

Mo Qian's white hair was very eye-catching, but it was precisely because of Mo Qian's white hair that no one recognized that he was actually the former world's number one sword immortal. Only those who were familiar with Mo Qian knew that this was the sword immortal.

However, the black-haired sword immortal had already disappeared, leaving only the white-haired sword immortal. Mo Qian's white hair made him even more handsome, so many people came to watch Mo Qian's match.

However, most of them are girls who came because of Mo Qian's good looks. As a result, Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng are constantly pinching Mo Qian's waist and won't let go.

"Um, you two, can you let go now? I wasn't paying attention to those female fans."

Even so, the three of them still held Mo Qian hostage.

Mo Qian looked helplessly at the sword spirit that had appeared behind him.
"Sister Daoling, you don't need to come out and pinch me too."

"Hmph! I want it!"

The sword spirit ignored him and continued pinching the soft flesh around Mo Qian's waist.

"..."

Mo Qian could only silently accept the three people's accusations against him, even though he felt he hadn't done anything wrong.

But you can't guess what a girl is thinking, because you'll never be able to.

Fortunately, Mo Qian's recovery ability is extremely strong. With the recovery of the Dark Heart and the recovery of the Golden Core, Mo Qian can quickly recover even if a piece of flesh is pinched off.

However, none of the three pinched Mo Qian very hard; they just pinched him lightly as a reminder and a form of punishment.

Otherwise, what if Mo Qianwan is really attracted to some little fan?

"Don't look at those female fans."

Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng glared angrily at Mo Qian, repeatedly giving him orders.

The sword spirit found what Mo Qian saw quite interesting within his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword spirit didn't need to remind Mo Qian, because it knew what Mo Qian was thinking. If Mo Qian really had feelings for that female fan, the sword spirit would put its demon sword to Mo Qian's neck in the next second, no joke.

The Blade Spirit isn't very good with words, but it's really good with actions; it's used to expressing its feelings through its actions.

The reason Dao Ling appeared outside and pinched Mo Qian was because Mo Qian had actually looked at his female fan.
Of course, most of these female fans weren't their previous fans, but new ones. They were all drawn by Mo Qian's reputation as a handsome white-haired man, and many of them were young girls. (End of Chapter)