Now it is obvious that Situ Moran is very close to the truth, if he knew that his master was just coveting his dragon rattan ring back then, he couldn't take it off, and he saw that he was extraordinary, and he was destined to be of great use after growing up, so he gave a little help, otherwise he wouldn't be so nosy. Please search to see the most complete!

And at that time, he was murderous, if he knew, I am afraid that Situ Moran would not be unbearable, and he would not have any concerns.

Now he doesn't know the truth, he still thinks about that kindness in his heart, otherwise after being treated by Ruoxian'er, even if he is angry to the extreme, he does not punish him, but chooses to leave, not only thinking about Mu Qian's affection, but also scruples about this kindness.

If he knew the truth, then I am afraid that Jiuxuangong Jiu and Ruoxian'er would not be so comfortable, after all, there is no pity for 'jade' in his world, and there is no distinction between men and women!

"You。。。。。。 The old man was obviously not angry, and said coldly: "Okay, good, good, don't be rampant, the old man will appreciate the methods of the sect master's love disciples today, come out!"

As the old man's words fell, there were six or seven more old men in long robes in a breeze, and it was not difficult to judge from the breath that they were also old ghosts who had been cultivating for a long time.

Mu Qianqing hid aside, and rolled his eyes.

This old man is really a lot of nonsense, he will fight if he wants to fight, and he will say shameless words in a righteous and stern manner, and he also said that he wants to appreciate the strength of the sect master's beloved disciples.

Is that a feeling? That's a siege, okay!

A group of stinky and shameless old immortals didn't expect to be so thick-skinned, and this Ming Huanghuang came at her Mu to pour out his affection, so what else to talk about to resolve misunderstandings, they simply wanted to kill people and kill their mouths.

Nima sent so many old immortals who cultivated to throw her off several levels to kill her, then Ruo Xian'er was really afraid that she would not die, this was obviously the rhythm of not dying.

Mu couldn't help but glare, glaring at the peerless demon not far away, it was this scourge that brought her this mad dog for no reason.

Therefore, it is risky to recruit a demonic beautiful man, and you need to be cautious and cultivated, as for the level of cultivation, it depends on the degree of demonism of the beautiful man you accept.

Mu glanced at the demon standing not far away, thinking about her cultivation, and deeply felt that she had a long way to go, and her heart was so tired~~!

Nima, accepting this beautiful man is equivalent to being the enemy of the world's crazy 'woman', and now she regrets it with no regrets?

Mu kept complaining in his heart, but the fool on the side was staring intently at the guy in the distance, who was not a man, a woman, or a woman, and was drooling.

And the party Situ Moran stood very indifferently in a group of old people, with cold eyes and murderous intent.

The old man arched his hand, dignified, and said unashamedly: "Don't blame the old man for bullying the small with the big and the small with the more, the key is that the sect master's love and disciple are naturally not ordinary, and we must also take it seriously to show our respect for the sect master." “

The whole thing is to give full play to the shamelessness.

Situ Moran snorted coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said disdainfully: "There is a lot of nonsense。。。。。 ！“

Before the words fell, the man burst out, leaving a vague afterimage.

When the old man was about to make a move, Situ Moran was already close, and he didn't know how much aura he used, so he forcibly tore off one of the old man's arms, and hit him firmly in the face with a wave of his hand, instantly slapping the old man's mouth dozens of feet away.

When everyone reacted, the old man's face was already raised high, and the ground was smashed out of a pit by him, but he was not in a coma, as if someone was doing it, the pain of the broken arm made his eyes red with anger, and he wanted to open his mouth but found that his face was swollen and couldn't open it at all, and he could only whine and say an incomprehensible language, and there was blood foam coming out of his mouth when he opened his mouth.

Fang was still a person standing alive on one side, but now he was so embarrassed, only a few breaths.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that Situ Moran would suddenly make a move.

Several old men glared at each other angrily.

And Situ Moran just raised his eyes slightly, his cold eyes were still the same, and the red and angry eyes of the birds were not birds, and the clouds spit out a few words lightly: "Irritable tongue~~!"

"You。。 An old man in black pointed at Situ Moran's angry beard and trembled, and shouted angrily: "Xiao'er, you are too rampant, and you actually ignore morality and morality." “

Mu almost didn't laugh out loud when he heard this, these old people are endless, they are really shameless to a certain level, and they still talk about morality when they besiege others~~!

And Situ Moran just swept his eyes coldly, and a golden 'colored' phosgene came out between his raised hands, and the old man who was pointing at Situ Moran had to withdraw his finger pointing at Situ Moran in order to avoid that strength.

The angry and fierce eyes glared at Situ Moran's fierce 'gloomy' and said: "Xiao'er is too rampant, you wait together, and the old man will bear it if something happens." “

As his words fell, the few people who had not moved immediately launched an offensive, and in an instant, the wind surged, adding a little light to the dark night.

It turned out that he completely forgot about the gray-shirted old man who was slapped more than ten feet away by Situ Moran's mouth, and he didn't know whether to say that they were blinded by resentment or didn't care about the life or death of their companions at all.

It was no joke for several old men with superb cultivation to attack together, the strong palm wind drove the air flow to roar by, and even Mu Qianqing, who was watching from a distance, could clearly feel his strong cultivation and strength.

On the other hand, Situ Moran did not have too many changes, even the feeling that there were soldiers coming to block the water and cover the earth, the momentum of the king of the world seemed to be fearless, and it was really easy, the aura was running just right, and the dodge and defense were also carried out smoothly, and there was no sense of urgency, on the other hand, the old men in the long shirt were angry and irritable, looking very anxious and violent, and the shots became more and more disorderly.

The mood is 'disordered', their end is already doomed, not to mention that the cultivation is not as good as Situ Moran, even if the cultivation is superb, even if the cultivation is superb, the leaky 'hole' in the cultivation will be exposed sooner or later.

And this gives the opponent with a steady mentality an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Compared to Situ Moran facing so many masters, he is still stable, although he may not have the upper hand at first, but with the passage of time, the advantage will immediately appear.

There is no need to think about the ending, those old men will definitely lose, if they can work together, or if they are not so anxious, they may be able to take advantage of it, but now I am afraid that they will not be able to take advantage of the slightest advantage.

This is why Situ Moran would suddenly attack before, in order to 'provoke' them and solve them quickly.

Just like their cultivation time, they have been going on for some years, and they always feel that they are elders whose experience or combat ability are extraordinary, and they are bullish nostrils facing the sky every day, how can they be willing to be so humiliated by a junior.

The heart is arrogant, the heart is impetuous, it is difficult to achieve great things, even if you have cultivated for thousands of years, I am afraid that you will not be able to enter that 'door' threshold for the rest of your life.

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