"Huh!"

Raising his feet and stepping into the yin and yang diagram, one second Zhao Chongtian was still in the dry and cold imperial capital, and the next second Zhao Chongtian had already arrived at the wet and cold Jianye.

The huge difference between the front and back of the climate did not bring any trouble to the cultivators, or for the person who immediately came after Zhao Chongtian appeared, the problem of the temperature was already negligible.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, don't come unharmed. ”

An old man with sparse and gray hair saluted Zhao Chongtian with his fists, his movements were very humble, and his tone was full of respect, but in the face of this humility and respect, Zhao Chongtian's face turned white all of a sudden.

"Old man Wei! What are you doing all the time?!

Zhao Chongtian panicked, and jumped sideways to avoid Old Man Wei's 'big gift'.

He really can't afford this gift, even if he is Zhao Lao's nephew and the number one player in the Zhao family's platoon, but Old Man Wei is the same era as Zhao Lao, and theoretically he should call Old Man Wei 'uncle'.

- if he still has the face to scream.

"How dare you! How dare you! This is not caused by my unscrupulous grandson? Alas, people are old and useless......

Old man Wei is old.

"Old man, don't worry, this incident was started by the Zhou family, and the younger generation will definitely bring Wei Yu back safely and let the Zhou family give you an explanation. ”

Zhao Chongtian is in a hurry now, and Zhao Lao sent him over with the Yin-Yang Diagram by no means to talk to the old man in front of him who was useless except for being a little older, so at the moment he omitted all the politeness and temptation of vanity and wrongdoing, and directly threw the things that the other party asked for on the table.

Didn't the Wei family just want the Zhou family's territory?

Okay, I'll give it to you, as long as you don't get in the way of me at this time!

"So...... Very good. ”

Old Man Wei said.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He waited here for hours just waiting for this sentence.

"Saving people is like fighting fire, and the younger generation will be less accompanied!"

Zhao Chongtian raised his sword light and flew into the clouds.

Mo Xie had been walking for almost six hours, and Zhao Chongtian had to take out the most subtle and expensive sword technique he had mastered to chase after him.

……

Hand in hand, fifty young men who had cultivated to the realm of Qi but had not yet practiced qi, and their faces had not disappeared, formed a great wall of flesh and blood on the top of a high mountain.

"Mr. Mo Xie, please stay!"

Their voices are so immature.

It is said that the cultivation world is a place of seniority with strength, and there are no less than a thousand cultivators that Mo Xie has come into contact with so far, but the monks call him "sir" at most, not "senior".

Even in the mouths of the group of rookies in front of him who can't cultivate their qi.

This seems to be a tacit understanding, and it is also the arrogance that cultivators have been instilled since childhood—they can't do it for the strong people who are not in their own power system to call themselves juniors.

Half an hour ago, the silver armor guards of the Wei family failed to hinder Mo Ye's footsteps, and it stands to reason that it is impossible for this group of young cultivators who have not cultivated Qi to stop Mo Ye.

- if they hadn't put a small sword against their own chest and stabbed it three points.

"What does that mean?"

Shocked by the self-mutilation of the teenagers in front of him, Mo Xie remembered the orphans in the orphanage.

The teenagers in front of them had the same immature faces as the children that Mo Xie wanted to protect.

He stopped his steps and motioned to Angel beside him not to move.

"Are you from the Wei family?"

Mo Ye looked at the teenagers in front of him, and he quickly found the figure who looked like the head of the head, it was a boy with silver hair on his head.

"Mr. Mo Ye, please stay. ”

The young man did not answer Mo Ye's question, but repeated the previous words like a repeater, neither the speed nor the tone of his voice was any different from before.

He looked directly at Mo Ye with a calm expression.

This calm was so incongruous with the blood dripping from the wound on his chest that was in the same frame, and his childish face and ungrown body added to this incongruity.

"Can you say something else?"

Mo Xie reached out and grabbed the short sword on the young man's chest, no matter what strange things this group of children had, he decided to take away the short sword that was eating their lives first.

The boy didn't stop Mo Xie's movements, and similarly, he didn't say fresh lines.

…… Until the moment when Mo Xie drew the short sword away.

"No ......!"

An abnormal flush suddenly appeared on the pale face, but this flush came and went quickly, if it weren't for Mo Xie's senses that surpassed ordinary people and kept his perceptual perspective open, I am afraid he would not have noticed it at all.

The boy spoke a new line, in a new, emotional tone. Although the new lines were very short and the new tone was full of horror, it finally made Mo Xie and the angels refreshed.

Refreshing in every sense of the word.

"Let's go. ”

The moment the tip of the sword left the flesh and blood, it shattered into powder, and the black aura of the Dao Dao burst out from the sword wound on the young man's chest, Mo Ye's face changed at the moment when he saw this black gas, and at the same time he encouraged the strength of his body to retreat backwards, he was so violent, he was so strong, he was so strong that he didn't choose the next way, he actually bumped into several angels for a while, and several people vomited blood and fell into the air.

The black qi was like a snake, following Mo Ye all the way, and the distance between the two began to shrink when Mo Ye bumped into the first person, and in the blink of an eye, it had forced Mo Ye in front of his eyes.

There is only one kind of black qi that can force Mo Ye to this.

"Scatter me!"

A loud roar was not only against the black qi, but also at the angels who still maintained their formation.

And pointed into a knife, Mo Xie cut three layers of ripples in front of him with his left hand, and he lost his right arm in swordsmanship, which was naturally greatly discounted, but his understanding of swordsmanship was far better than in the past.

The three layers of ripples blocked the black qi for about one breath, and within this breath, Mo Xie pierced the palm of his hand, forcing out a blood arrow and condensing a full five 'Soul Destroying Seals'.

"Smack!"

After breaking through the three layers of ripples, the black qi collided with the Soul Destroying Mark, and the collision between the two only made a soft sound, and then the black qi died and the Seal was shattered.

"Good means! worthy of a cultivator!"

Mo Ye looked at the young man who had fallen to the ground at some point, losing all his life, and the wisp of black qi that still remained in his wounds, and laughed angrily.

The black qi is Lin Ming's handwriting and signboard, whether it is the ominous aura exuded in it or the sense of danger given to Mo Ye, it tells Mo Ye that he is not mistaken.

A short sword, the life of a Qi Refining Stage cultivator, can temporarily seal it and turn it into a weapon.

What a good idea!

Mo Xie wanted to applaud it, but with his current conditions, it was obvious that this action could only be done by others.

"Anqi! count the wounded! by the way, borrow a hand!"

Angel gave an angel on the side a look, and the angel went to count the wounded very respectfully, while she herself stretched out her right hand and placed it in front of Mo Ye.

"Bang! bang!"

Mo Ye slapped Anqi's right palm with his left palm, and the crisp sound echoed on the top of the mountain.

He swept his gaze over the remaining forty-nine teenagers on the top of the mountain, all of them were still expressionless, and the only response to Mo Ye was indifference.

Mo Xie knew that he was afraid that he really had to 'stay'.