Mo Li smiled again, his eyes were peerless and sharp, he looked around at the people on the field, and stared at Mo Liang meaningfully, and his figure quickly rushed into the dense forest, like lightning, like a breeze, until he was about to approach the room, he took off the straw hat in a dark corner, returned to his original appearance again, and walked up the steps to the room in a happy mood.

"It's back......" A low and hoarse voice came from the dark corner again, but the pair of dark eyes like ink stared at Mo Li for a moment, like a poisonous snake staring at his prey, but the doubt on his face was even thicker!

"Mo Bo, I'm back......" Mo Li turned and bowed to a dark corner, looking respectful.

"It's time to rest, it's time for me to rest!" Murber replied, his voice drifting away and his figure drifting away.

In the silent room, the non-stop jumping lights were as uneasy as elves, and Mo Li took out the medicine jar from his waist and poured out blood, the green light was dotted, and it was weird and extraordinary.

"What the hell could this be?" Mo Li's expression hesitated, his divine sense wrapped the green liquor like a net, and he could see that the drop of blood in the green liquor had not yet melted.

"Points!" Mo Li pinched the trick with his fingers, slapped towards the green liquor, and the energy contained in it instantly scattered the green liquor, and then his hands were quick, and he picked up the medicine jar again and put the separated green liquor, and put the blood in another medicine jar.

"This green liquid can make that broken fly so crazy, it must be very important to him!" Mo Li shook it in his palm, put away the medicine jar, and then silently rushed out of the door again, and quietly entered through Mo Liang's door, and after a few breaths, he flew out again silently, and returned to his room again.

With his legs crossed, his hands hanging down, his heart was as indifferent as water, and the trick of slashing the sky and the earth appeared in his mind again, and his palms moved forward from time to time, but as time passed slowly, Mo Li's gestures continued, and I saw that his palms unconsciously had a trace of light arc emerging, and with the stroke of his palm, the traces reflected by the knife arc also became clearer......

However, all this cultivation did not know anything about Mo Liang who was staggering over, at this time, he was constantly cursing in his heart, and even his white face was full of anger, but he didn't dare to attack, just because his cultivation was weak, and if he faced someone with high cultivation, he had almost no chance of winning.

"These bastards, damn ......"

"Ah Gong once said that there is no fairness in this world, and even if there is, it is a kind of mercy and charity for the weak by the strong!"

"Ask the heavens, who can see the end of all these things......"

Mo Liang sighed inwardly, and slowly pushed open the door, but then his face was full of surprise, staring at a bottle of medicine jar placed on the head of the bed with a shocked face.

"This is ......" Mo Liang swallowed his saliva, closed the door with his hand and rushed to the head of the bed quickly, opened the medicine stopper, and a drop of red blood automatically suspended, making Mo Liang's face at a loss happy.

"Who could that person be? How could he help me?" Mo Liang was puzzled again in his heart, but he still opened his mouth and swallowed the blood and sat cross-legged, his fingers pinched from time to time, his mind was immersed in his body, for this blood that suddenly came back, he had to hurry up and melt into his body, there was not much time left for him, and no matter what calculation the man in black made, he had to fuse this blood, which was related to the results of the barbarian list, and also related to the honor and dignity of the tribe!

However, in another room of the Tashan tribe, Duan Fei was lying on a stretcher on a stretcher, staring at the ceiling with an ugly face, and the sound of heavy breathing could be faintly heard.

"Fei'er, who is it that robbed you of your essence and blood, and beat you to serious injuries?" A rough man sitting in front of the hall slammed his palm on the table, staring at him with anger on his face, and his whole body exuded a wild nature, and the majestic qi and blood were reflected on Broken Fei's face, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Cliff, don't be impatient, let your son talk about the situation first, maybe there are clues we want to know!"

"Ah Gong, if you can snatch the essence blood from my people, and you can still fight like this, the other party must be a not simple person!" A slightly sickly young man in the most remote place in front of the hall coughed, and wiped his lips with a silk scarf between his fingers, revealing a pair of dark and cold eyes, staring at Broken Fei tightly, staring at it numbly and chilling!

"Shangman, young master, that person has been lurking in the grass until I was about to fuse those bloods before rushing out, and I was completely defenseless, caught off guard, I was knocked down in just a few breaths, and even the essence blood in my hand flew!"

Broken Fei spat out all the words in his heart in one breath, and his body lay down to sleep again, even the breathing felt a throbbing pain, making his face even paler, a pair of dull eyes staring at the ceiling tightly, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Shangman, could it be someone from the Tashan tribe or the Desolate Ancient tribe who hurt my son?" said the cliff cautiously, his heart was full of resentment, but he didn't dare to vent at all, and his eyes surging with killing intent seemed to shrink into two sharp cones.

"No!" Sima Zhao smiled slightly, but did not speak again, but turned his face slightly, stared at the young man beside him, and said leisurely: "Xin'er, you can talk about it!"

"Hehe, it must not be easy to break the person who can break Young Master Fei!"

"Being able to lurk shows that his temperament is very stable, and his quick shot also indirectly shows that his timing is accurate, and it is far from being comparable to others, and being able to knock him down in a few breaths, his cultivation is at least at the seventh layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, but no one on the barbarian list has such a person!"

"And he was able to appear in the Tashan tribe, without fear of the prestige of the Jiuli tribe, which also shows that he is not comparable to ordinary people, but he must be in the Tashan tribe!"

"But it doesn't have to be from the tribe!"

"I really want to know who snatched my stuff from him!"

Sima Xin stroked the hair between his foreheads, and said in a soft voice, but his dark and dull eyes suddenly flashed two dark green glows, which were soul-catching, and a subtle, but chilling smile appeared between the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing, but it has a big impact on the next plan, you go down first, and I'll treat him later!"

"No!" Cliff lifted up and flew out of the door with a sad face, but the suppressed aura in the whole room became rich again, suffocating, and the flames of hula and hula kept jumping, as if they were constantly stirring the hearts of the two like a fire stick.

"Why aren't you angry?" Sima Zhao said meaningfully, not even moving his eyes, as if everything in the room did not exist in front of him.

"Why don't you treat Broken Flying immediately?" Sima Xin took the teacup and drank it down, but instead of answering his question directly, he stared at the jumping flame with blazing eyes!

"Because, he deserves to die!"