When Mo Fan came to the backstage lounge, he heard the fierce discussion of everyone outside the door.

"What's wrong with you? So lively? Mo Fan pushed the door in, and the discussion inside came to an abrupt end.

"Huh? Boss, are you back? ”

Qin Mo, as Mo Fan's first dogleg, immediately greeted Mo Fan when he saw him walk in.

"Did the Qumo family embarrass you?" He Buhuan also asked worriedly.

Looking at everyone's concerned eyes, Mo Fan smiled slightly, "It's okay, they didn't embarrass me." ”

After Mo Fan sat down, Qin Mo told Mo Fan all the results of today's soul fight.

It's still the same as usual, except for the team fighting spirit, the others are victories.

After listening to Qin Mo's narration, Mo Fan made a suggestion after pondering.

"Teacher He, I think it's better to wait for everyone to ascend to the Soul Venerable before they are fighting the soul of the group."

Why don't you nod in agreement after hearing this, after all, there are too few teams full of Great Soul Masters, and before Qin Mo came to power, it can basically be said that there are none.

"However, the regimental fighting soul can be less, but other fighting soul projects have to be continued." He Buhuan insisted.

After Mo Fan and the others heard this, there was no problem, after all, fighting was the best way to quickly improve their strength.

Then He Buhuan frowned a little and said, "But what about the team's tacit understanding?" Can we only continue to run in at the academy training ground? ”

Listening to He Buhuan's tone, he was very dissatisfied with the training ground for the cadets. But there's no way around it.

There are many princes and nobles in the academy, and if you want them to fight like the teams in the Fighting Soul Arena, it is better to kill them.

This also led to team battles on the training ground, which were generally not of high quality.

"The run-in of the tacit understanding of the team battle can be put aside first, I think it is better to raise the strength first." Mo Fan is not in a hurry, anyway, he will go on his own if he can't do it.

Qin Mo and the others had already fallen behind in their cultivation because of the progress of the elite plan. He didn't want to drag them down again for the sake of that so-called tacit understanding.

Besides, the strong strength may be able to make up for the lack of tacit understanding.

The reason why He Buhuan was in such a hurry was because she wanted the team in her hand to participate in the Soul Master Competition in a year.

And the most important thing in the soul master competition is the team competition. That's why she's so anxious. However, this also made her ignore the strength of several people.

You must know that the average strength of the participating teams in the previous Soul Master Competitions is above level 30, and Qin Mo and the others have not yet crossed the average line.

After returning to the academy, He Buhuan rearranged the itinerary of several people and put personal cultivation in the first place.

After this arrangement, Mo Fan and the others had a lot of cultivation time, and their cultivation was also rising rapidly. ushered in the explosive period of their cultivation.

On this day, Mo Fan, as usual, was cultivating with Mu Zijin.

At this moment, a noisy sound came from outside the cultivation room, interrupting Mo Fan's cultivation.

Generally speaking, the kind of cultivation room that Mo Fan used was guarded by special personnel, and it would not be easily disturbed.

Mo Fan was also very satisfied with this cultivation environment, so he chose to cultivate here. Today, however, the quiet environment has been shattered.

"What's going on?" Mo Fan walked out of the cultivation room with a frown, encountering this situation, it is estimated that no one will be in a good mood.

I saw that the man got rid of the guard's obstruction, bowed to Mo Fan, and then leaned over and whispered to Mo Fan's ear.

After Mo Fan listened, his pupils shrank sharply and he walked straight out. Seeing this, the man hurried to follow.

Mo Fan walked out of the academy and got into a carriage, and the man sat opposite Mo Fan.

"When?" Mo Fan asked with a gloomy face.

The man didn't dare to hesitate, and said directly: "Just yesterday afternoon, the prince was on his way back from the banquet. ”

"To a feast? Whose feast? ”

"It's Prince Snowstar."

"Is it him?!"

Didn't he always pretend to be crazy and stupid with an avalanche before, hiding from Qianrenxue? How dare you take the initiative? Could it be that someone else has made a move?

Mo Fan thought about it and still didn't understand, so he simply asked for the details after seeing Qianrenxue.

The academy was not far from the Prince's Mansion, and coupled with the rapid travel of the carriage, Mo Fan soon came to the Prince's Mansion.

When Mo Fan came to Qian Lingxue's bedroom, he saw a person dressed as a healer who had just come out of it.

I saw that the man shook his head regretfully, "The old man has never seen such a difficult poison, and he doesn't know how to start, I'm very sorry." ”

As he spoke, he walked out accompanied by his family.

After Mo Fan heard his words, his face was almost gloomy and dripping water.

"You all go out first, I'm here." After Mo Fan walked into the bedroom, he directly dispersed the subordinates.

Mo Fan came to Qian Lingxue's bed, looked at her purple and blue face, and a nameless fire suddenly ignited in his heart.

After taking a deep breath and calming himself down, Mo Fan said in a low voice: "Ghost grandpa, you go and find Dugu Bo for me, and Sister Xue'er will leave it to me." ”

"I'll go back as soon as I go." A breeze blew through the curtains, bringing with it an icy response.

After Ghost Douluo left, Mo Fan helped the unconscious Qian Ling Xue to sit up.

There was still a piece of gauze tied to Qianyue's right chest, and the purple and blackened blood couldn't stop oozing out.

Mo Fan counted the dots around the wound, and after giving Qian Lingxue an antidote pill, he used his internal strength to pat her right shoulder.

With a bang, a silver needle came out of the body and was nailed straight to the opposite pillar, and the tail of the needle was still shaking.

Seeing this scene, if it weren't for the fact that Tang San was still just seven years old now, and no one was in the capital, Mo Fan would have suspected that he had done it.

With Mo Fan's beat, Qian Lingxue's qi and blood surged, and she directly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the whole person woke up in a daze.

Exhausted, she opened her eyes and saw her clothes half-unwrapped in someone else's arms, and Qianyue wanted to struggle to leave.

But now she was tortured by the toxin and was weak, and after moving a few times, she collapsed weakly in Mo Fan's arms again.

Seeing that Qian Lingxue wanted to get up, Mo Fan hurriedly pressed her shoulder and persuaded: "Sister Xue'er, don't be in a hurry to move first, the toxins in your body haven't been cleaned up yet." ”

"It's you." Hearing that it was Mo Fan's voice, Qian Lingxue's heart couldn't help but relax, and she lay in Mo Fan's arms even more defenselessly.

"Well, if you hold on a little longer, you'll be fine in no time." Mo Fan helped her to sit firmly, ready to start cleaning up the residual poison in her body.

However, before there was a move, Mo Fan still reminded, "It may hurt a little later, bear with me, just for a while." ”

"It's okay, come on, I'm ready." Qian Lingxue struggled to sit up and replied weakly.

Mo Fan began to detoxify, and the ghost who went to find someone had already met Dugu Bo.

"Old poison, come with me."

Dugu Bo seemed to have just come back from going out, and was stopped by a ghost outside the medicine garden.

Dugu Bo frowned and looked at the ghost in front of him, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing with me?" I don't seem to have provoked your Martial Spirit Hall lately, have I? ”

"Stop talking nonsense, you'll know with me." The ghost didn't want to talk to him too much, so he went straight to him.

"Wait...... I can fly myself, where do you say to go? Seeing the ghost, he caught it without saying anything, and Dugu Bo immediately confessed and asked.

"Humph!" Ghost Douluo glanced at him and flew out directly in one direction. Seeing this, Dugu Bo hurriedly followed.

In mid-air, Dugu Bo caught up with the ghost and asked curiously, "Where are you taking me?" ”

"You'll know when you go."

Dugu Bo couldn't get the answer he wanted from him, so he had to continue to follow depressedly.

The two of them soon landed in front of Qianyue's door, and Dugu Bo looked at Ghost Douluo in surprise, "Do you have anything to do with Xue Qinghe?" ”

"Could it be that Xue Qinghe is supported by you, the Martial Spirit Palace?" Dugu Bo looked at the ghost in disbelief.

The ghost just glanced at it and didn't explain. At this time, Mo Fan's voice came from inside the house.

"Is it a ghost grandpa out there? Bring people in. ”

The ghost and Dugu Bo pushed the door in, only to see Mo Fan sitting at the poor table drinking tea, while Xue Qinghe was lying on the bed with a ruddy face. I don't know if I'm asleep.

"Your Majesty Poison Douluo, we meet again." Mo Fan looked at Dugu Bo with a smile.

Dugu Bo subconsciously glanced at his side, only to see that the ghost had disappeared from his side, and he didn't realize it.

"Hehe, yes, meet again." Dugu Bo looked at the little boy in front of him with a complicated face.

He always felt that when he met him, it would be no good thing.