Mo Li looked at Qing Fan on the ground, raised his head and looked at Qing Ming and Qing Chuan, who were also stunned, and scratched his head with guilt, "I'm sorry, it seems that the shot is a bit heavy." ”

Qing Ming stepped forward and grabbed Qing Chuan's collar and yelled, "What the hell is going on? ”

Qingchuan slowly turned his head, calmed down for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"You didn't see clearly?" Qingming said in disbelief.

"It's not that I didn't see it clearly, but I didn't see it at all." Qing Chuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, his voice was already a little trembling, and he was completely different from the fiery temperament just now.

Hearing this, Qing Ming was like being struck by lightning, turned his head to look at the white-clothed scholar who was still embarrassed, and wanted to scold him angrily, but he never opened his mouth.

What qualifications do you have to blame that white-clothed scholar, just a moment ago, didn't his junior brother also want to put him to death?

Qing Ming struggled to stand up, picked up the ancient sword on the ground, and said to Qing Chuan on the side: "The sword array is here, the third junior brother is dead, the sword array no longer exists, you and I should also go." ”

Qingchuan nodded lightly, picked up the ancient sword beside him, and wiped it towards his neck without hesitation.

"Wait!" Mo Li shouted, raised his hand, and an object flew out of his hand, knocking down the ancient sword in Qingchuan's hand.

"True Vaporized Silver Needle!" Qingming exclaimed, "You are from the Mo family!" ”

Mo Li scratched his head a little embarrassed, "Didn't I tell you that my name is Mo Li?" ”

Hearing this, Qingchuan ignored the blood flowing from his neck, hurriedly picked up the ancient sword from the ground and looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, there was a small silver-white needle on the hilt of the sword, which was slowly dissipating.

When the small needle disappeared completely, Qing Chuan raised his head and said to Qing Ming in a trance: "Senior brother, it's really a true vaporized silver needle......

After saying this, the two brothers turned their heads at the same time and looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of them with a monster-like look.

Mo Li sighed helplessly, squatted on the ground, turned Qing Fan's body over, and pressed his palm against Qing Fan's chest.

A moment later, bursts of white smoke began to rise above Mo Li's head, and his hand slowly moved from Qing Fan's chest to Qing Fan's wrist.

In the end, an extremely small silver needle emerged from Qing Fan's wrist and disappeared in an instant.

"Okay, I've taken out the silver needle in his body, go back and recuperate for three or five days, and it'll be fine." Mo Li stood up and said with a smile.

Knowing that the junior brother was not dead, Qingming and Qingchuan glanced at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

At the moment, although the gate of Baishui Pass has been opened, the defenders who have closed it are still there, Mo Li said to himself with some embarrassment: "Hey, it seems that the horse can't be ridden, so I can only run to the city." ”

"Why don't you kill us?" Qingming asked suddenly.

Mo Li turned his head, seemingly puzzled by Qing Ming's question.

"Why didn't you kill us when we were going to kill you?" Qingming asked again.

Mo Li smiled brightly, "We came to Yizhou to save people, not to kill people." ”

"You three turtle sons, the Sanqing Sword Formation has been broken, it's really a shame for Lao Tzu!"

A little old man with a mouthful of standard Trump strode out of the Baishui Pass, and rushed to Qingfan's side, and then squatted down.

"Hey, what kind of weather is it, just let Lao Tzu sleep here, the turtle son is really comfortable." The little old man picked up a small branch from somewhere, and said while pestle Qing Fan, who was unconscious on the ground.

The little old man seemed to be ignoring Mo Li, and after fiddling with Qing Fan on the ground, he walked to Qing Ming and Qing Chuan and squatted down, "Which of you two turtle sons tell Lao Tzu what the hell is the defeat?" ”

Without waiting for Qing Ming to speak, Qing Chuan pointed away, "Master, he will really vaporize the silver needle." ”

The little old man jumped up suddenly, "Your turtle son has also learned to play with Lao Tzu, the Mo family's true qi silver needle, which is ranked sixth in the world, if you really let you meet, I won't kill you two." ”

"Master, he really can really vaporize the silver needle." Qingming reminded again.

The little old man blinked his eyes and looked Mo Li up and down, but suddenly began to speak standard Mandarin again, "This son, are you from the Mo family?" ”

Mo Li nodded, smiling without saying a word.

The little old man blinked again, "Will you really vaporize the silver needle?" ”

Mo Li still nodded.

The little old man thought for a while, and suddenly hit the ground with his butt, and said with a big grin: "Since it was defeated in the hands of the Mo family, it is not too embarrassing, but I want to know, when did you put the silver needle into the body of my three apprentices." ”

"From the time when the three of them laid down the Sanqing Sword Formation." Mo Li said bluntly.

"Impossible!" Qing Chuan was suddenly emotional, "When you were fighting, you were always paying attention to Qing Fan's every move, if you punched the silver needle into his body at the beginning, why did you care so much about him?" ”

"What about this......" mentioned this, Mo Li seemed to be a little embarrassed, "I'm ashamed, I've been like this since I was a child, I can't hold things in my heart, and I can't hide things on my face, although I have already injected the silver needle into his body, he will faint as long as he is lucky, but I have never been able to guess when he is going to make a move, and the more I can't guess, the more I am worried in my heart, so I can't help but peek at him." ”

"It's as simple as that?" Kiyokawa still seems to be a little unconvinced by this explanation.

The little old man turned his head and glanced at Qingchuan, "The young man Mo is already merciful to the three of you, and you are still chirping here, do you want to make a face?" ”

When Qingchuan heard this, he realized his gaffe, and hurriedly lowered his head and took a few steps back.

The little old man turned his head to Qingming and said, "You go and tell those defenders, let this Mo Gongzi pass, just say that I said it, what is the matter, let them come to me." ”

Qingming took the order and left, and the little old man looked at Qingchuan who was dejected, and said angrily: "What are you still doing standing here stupidly?" Why don't you go and help your junior brother up? Lying on the ground in front of so many people, what's so good-looking? ”

Mo Li smiled when he heard this, Qing Fan lying on the ground was a little unsightly, but the appearance of this Xishu Sword Immortal sitting cross-legged on the ground was even more funny.

The little old man looked at Mo Li, blinked his eyes, and grinned, "Young Master Mo, don't laugh yet, old man, let me ask you something, the guy named Liu He just now, is he reliable in speaking?" ”

Mo Li thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "Then it depends on whether it is a big thing or a small matter." ”

The little old man frowned, thought carefully for a long time, and asked a little uncertainly: "He said that he would bring a lot of delicious things to Shudi, is this a big thing or a small matter?" ”