Mo Yu'er thought about the four generations of disciples in the Sword God Temple, but she felt that those who could be compared with Qingfeng were those people. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She didn't think that Qing Feng would go crazy, and if she wanted to challenge the old monsters in the three generations, at most she would find those new disciples in the three generations.

But those new third-generation disciples can make Qingfeng take it into his eyes.

One knife, or the quasi-second-generation disciple among the four generations of disciples, Lin Xian'er or Zhao Wusheng,

"No, although Zhao Wusheng's strength is strong, now I, even if it is difficult to win with this sword, I will not be defeated...... As for a knife, he's not someone I want to challenge."

Qingfeng said. He is not underestimating Yidao, Yidao is still the first person of the third generation, and he also belongs to the quasi-second-generation disciples, of course, here in the Sword God Temple, in addition to the previous elders who worshipped the pulse, there are only quasi-second-generation disciples, and there are no real second-generation disciples.

All second-generation disciples are elders of each lineage.

Naturally, the number is not large.

"Who's that, you don't want to challenge my dad, do you?"

Mo Yu'er said whimsically.

“………………”

Qing Feng's qi disappeared suddenly, and he was given thunder by Mo Yu'er, her father, what are you kidding, even if he is given another hundred years, he may not be able to reach the height of the hall master in a thousand years.

The more difficult the cultivation becomes, the more difficult the road will be, and if he grows, won't the hall master grow.

"That person, you also know...... Yu'er, you go back first, these days, I want to retreat for a while......"

Qing Feng smiled bitterly and replied implicitly, but also to temporarily break Mo Yu'er away, she is here, do you still let him meditate.

"Oh"

Mo Yu'er was a little reluctant to agree, Qing Feng wants to compete with others, she is here, she will definitely distract him, it has been confirmed before, she is here, for her, Qing Feng has consumed all the momentum that has been accumulated.

Mo Yu'er left, and after Qing Feng sighed, he finally calmed down, this time he calmed down, and his anger seemed to be stronger than before.

And in the air, there is even more fighting spirit, which is the so-called accumulation of momentum.

"That kid is still gathering momentum, who does he want to challenge......"

The Southern Vein Lord, as well as Mo Tianyun, had already not paid attention to Qing Feng, but the Western Vein Lord was curious for a moment and checked it. As a result, he found that none of the people who had gone to Qingfeng's mountain had left, and some of them had directly set up camp there.

"Hmmm......"

Mo Tianyun was also surprised, what the hell is Qing Feng doing, who is he going to challenge, three generations of disciples, he is crazy.

Above the royal realm, it is the imperial realm, but the power of the imperial realm is far from being something that the royal realm can cross.

"Wouldn't you just ask the little spy?"

The Southern Vein Lord said with a slight smile, and at this time, Mo Yu'er was sulking and came back.

"Uh, Yu'er"

Mo Tianyun also sensed it, but they didn't see it.

"Ah, what is Daddy doing?"

Mo Yu'er was about to go back to her room when she heard her father's voice and asked in a low voice.

"Come here"

"I haven't agreed yet."

Mo Yu'er hadn't agreed to go or not, and a force brought her over.

"Ah...... Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, you are also here."

Mo Yu'er looked at the South Vein Lord and the West Vein Lord, and shouted aggrievedly.

"Haha, Yu'er just came back from Xiao Qinglang."

The Lord of the Southern Pulse smiled and looked at Mo Yu'er and said.

“……………………”

Mo Yu'er's face suddenly turned red, what is a little lover.

"Haha"

When the Lord of the West Vein heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Yu'er, let me ask you, Qingfeng wants to challenge a certain third-generation disciple"

Mo Tianyun asked.

"Ah, how is it possible, he's not stupid"

Mo Yu'er immediately replied.

“………… Hehe, who he wants to challenge, Yu'er knows"

The lord of the southern vein couldn't help but smile, although Mo Yu'er is not pampered, but their second senior brother, and the daughter of the third senior sister, and a few of them, who have never paid attention to this child's affection, have Mo Yu'er, a little niece, but she has always been regarded as a child, and they also love her.

So Mo Yu'er is naturally very casual when she talks to them, she has been like this since she was a child, she is not the same, but now they can't be in a hurry even if they are in a hurry with her.

"That's that Gu Zhen."

Mo Yu'er pouted and said.

"Gu Zhen, that Gu Zhen"

"That Pulse"

The Lord of the West Vein and the Lord of the South Vein looked at each other a little, and looked at Mo Tianyun at the same time, they all thought that Mo Tianyun should know, Mo Yu'er's tone, her father should know.