Qing Ling'er is in a bad mood, even if she is in a bad mood, she can't enter the door when she arrives at her door, this is really going out without looking at the yellow calendar, today is definitely not conducive to going out.

The entrance of Qingyaoxuan was surrounded by people, and he could vaguely see Ouyang City Lord standing on the steps, as if he was talking to someone, looking stealing and playing tricks, but with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, which made Qing Ling'er unaccustomed to it.

Before Old Man Mo arrived, he first shouted, and his mouth was as big as a city gate.

His face was full of surprised expressions, he had been operating this shop for many years, but all the people who entered the store added up were not as many as there are now.

This is the rhythm of Dafa!

Mo Lao turned his head to look at Qing Ling'er in his arms, he believed that Qing Ling'er must be happy.

With so many people, there will definitely be no less money.

But on the contrary, Qing Ling'er's expression was not happy, in addition to being a little surprised, it was also lifeless.

Qing Ling'er nestled in her arms and didn't speak, she had an ominous premonition, Qing Yaoxuan was afraid that something had happened.

Mo Lao didn't figure out Qing Ling'er's reaction, it was supposed to be like this.

Could it be that the little money fan has changed his character?

Mo Lao casually threw the empty medicine basket to the ground, hugged Qing Ling'er tightly with both hands, and his whole body emitted a might, protecting Qing Ling'er and squeezing into the crowd.

It was said before that Mo Lao was carrying a medicine basket, but in fact, there was nothing in it, that is, the meaning, pretending, for the sake of safety, some precious medicinal materials were put into the Heavenly Soul Bracelet by Qing Ling'er, as well as those ordinary medicinal materials, Qing Ling'er did not let go, and all of them were collected into the Heavenly Soul Bracelet.

Even if it's a basket, Mo Lao means to throw it away, it's useless anyway, Qing Ling'er stubbornly has to take it, and in the name of pretending to be an ordinary person, Mo Lao is empty, flying eaves and walking on the wall, how do you look like an ordinary person.

No, he had just squeezed into the encirclement of the outer three layers here, and because the momentum was too strong, he suddenly crashed into Elder Huo San, who was just about to leave.

Elder Huo San was angry, he was unlucky enough today, but he was hit by such a bad old man who didn't see it clearly, and he almost knocked himself away, and his black and red face was pulled all at once.

The mood that had been destroyed by Ouyang Xuan was even worse, and it was extremely bad.

Suddenly, anger hit his head, he still doesn't believe that people in Qingyaoxuan can't be killed, a bad old man who watches the excitement, he can't kill him?

His angry face twisted together like an angry lion, ready to attack and bite.

Angry and dizzy, he didn't look at what Mo Lao was, and he wasn't sure of his identity, so he directly swung his fist and shot out, stretching and shrinking, like a monkey peach, and the palm wind drove the surrounding air and came in the direction of Mo Lao's chest.

"You are?"

He originally wanted to fight and scold at the same time, and teach Mo Lao a good lesson, and the palm he waved had to touch Mo Lao's chest.

Suddenly, at this critical moment, his hand stopped in mid-air under the suspicious gaze of everyone.

He was suppressed by Mo Lao's momentum, and at the same time, he saw Mo Lao's appearance clearly, and the swear words that he was about to say died on the tip of his tongue.

It was too powerful, even stronger than the momentum of their Huo family, as if a mountain had pressed over him, making him dare not take a breath.

Elder Huo San was frightened and panicked, to be precise, he was forced by Mo Lao's momentum, took a few steps back, stumbled on the steps, and almost fell.

In fact, Mo Lao didn't make a move, in order to squeeze into the crowd, he suddenly forgot to restrain his breath, he was originally a soul cultivator, and the power of his soul far exceeded that of the emperor, and it was not something that the monks on the Moon Moon Continent could compete with.

Just let the unlucky Elder Huo San meet, how could he, a king martial cultivator, overwhelm Mo Lao in terms of momentum, if it weren't for Mo Lao's injury, the momentum alone would have flattened him, let alone fighting.

When I met Mo Lao, I don't know who was unlucky to get home?

"Welcome, welcome, I am the shopkeeper of this pharmacy, what medicinal materials do you need, line up one by one, why didn't Cheng Wenxuan come out to receive ......"

Mo Lao looked at Elder Huo San and waved his palms without blinking, and shouted in his heart: This person has a really big temper, he accidentally touched it, and waited for him to apologize, he made a really quick move, and he was not ambiguous at all.

There was really no way, and there was some reason to hit people in front of him, so I had to accept his palm.

Mo Laodu had already put Qing Ling'er on the ground and was ready to take this palm, but Elder Huo San retreated by himself, just half an inch, and he didn't hit it.

Looking at Elder Huo San's embarrassed appearance, he said that he was very innocent, waved his hand, and picked up Qing Ling'er again.

"Grandpa Mo, look there......"

Qing Ling'er was not in the mood to meddle in things, she was very disgusted with Elder Huo San, and she didn't have time to deal with it, her eyes scanned the surroundings coldly.

At the door of Qing Yaoxuan, there were people from the City Lord's Mansion and Huo Weicheng and others, which happened to block Qing Ling'er's view, and she didn't see the injured Cheng Mu and the destroyed medicine cabinet.

She felt that the atmosphere was not right from the beginning, and then she looked at Elder Huo San's strong and rude action without saying a word, she became more and more sure that these people were looking for trouble.

I don't know how Cheng Wenxuan's mother and son are, whether they have been affected.

As soon as Qing Ling'er thought about it, in the direction of the side, Cheng Wenxuan, who was lying on the ground, fell into her eyes.

I don't know whether I'm alive or dead, I'm dying!

Qing Ling'er's heart slammed suddenly, it couldn't be that she was already dead!

"What's going on? Xiao Xuanzi is injured, seeing that the injury is not light, what's going on? Who made the move? Bold and bold, even the people who are protected by the old man dare to bully!"

Mo Lao followed Qing Ling'er's gaze and was furious.

He didn't expect these people to be so bold that they would take advantage of his absence to hurt a little guy, and they were too ruthless!

This time, if he still pretended not to know anything, as before, no matter whether he asked or not, he would feel sorry for the Grandmaster who had cultivated hard.

Mo Lao was so angry that both eyeballs were about to fall out of his sockets.

With the power of his soul, he probed Cheng Wenxuan a little, and felt that there was still a trace of trembling aura.

Not dead yet, Mo Lao's nervous heart relaxed a little, if Cheng Wenxuan was killed by Qingyaoxuan, he would not be able to escape the blame.

Since Mo Lao wants to take care of it, he will not let go of the person who made the move easily.

The others stood still, looking motionless, but their souls had covered all the people here.

People with low cultivation have no reaction, and they themselves are not aware of it.

A few generals felt a little different, but for some reason, they didn't take relative precautions.

Elder Huo San, the king, clearly felt a mysterious power, hovering above his head, as if it was about to fall at any time, killing him, and he had no power to resist before this force.

He was suddenly disheartened: I didn't expect this old man of Qingyaoxuan to cultivate so high, their Huo family really kicked the iron plate this time, if Qingyaoxuan pursued it, it would be no old man, all of them combined, they couldn't shake it, and they couldn't reach it.

"Grandpa Mo, let's see if the little brother is still saved, and then settle the account, okay?"

Qing Ling'er swept her eyebrows coldly, jumped out of Mo Lao's arms, and ran in the direction of Cheng Wenxuan, while blaming Mo Lao.

There were no people around Cheng Wenxuan, and Qing Ling'er and Mo Lao easily arrived at the place.

Although these people are watching, they will not stupidly run to watch a person who is about to die, and they are also Qingyaoxuan's buddies, they are too late to hide, how can they come forward and make a commotion.

"Uh...... Good...... Xiao Xuanzi, can you hear me?"

Mo Lao was embarrassed to death, if it weren't for Qing Ling'er reminding him, he would have already started beating people.

His old man was angry today, which hadn't happened in years.

His emotions are directly proportional to his cultivation, and as the endless years pass, he has long since precipitated and lost his temper.

What's going on now?

Mo Lao himself was a little confused, but if he thought about it, it was also human nature, so he didn't think about it anymore, but picked up Cheng Wenxuan on the ground and shook it vigorously, as if he wanted to use violence to wake up the unconscious Cheng Wenxuan.

"Grandpa Mo, you are always light, don't shake it anymore, if you shake it again, it will fall apart, you should be in a coma, your injuries are very serious, and your life is not in danger for the time being. ”

Qing Ling'er's head was big, and her small hand grabbed Cheng Wenxuan's wrist and quickly checked her pulse.

If she knew that Mo Lao would do this, she would definitely come over alone and let Mo Lao go to find the murderer.

Originally, I was going to let the old man come over to cover up, but she secretly diagnosed it, but now it's good, his hometown has also started, and he is still so rude.

For patients with the displacement of the five organs, the most taboo is shaking.

"Say, who made the hand? ”

Mo Lao stood up slowly, calmly patted the dust on his body, and asked again.

After listening to Qing Ling'er's diagnosis, Mo Lao's face returned to his previous calmness, as if he had fulfilled a wish.

If he is not dead, he has a way to treat it, not to mention that he has Qing Ling'er, a medical master, by his side to assist.

Mo Lao waited for a while, and when he saw that no one stood up, a cold air suddenly emanated from his body, giving people the feeling that he could freeze space and time, Qing Ling'er was his own person, and he also felt a deep chill, which was refreshing, not to mention other people, they were all shivering with cold, and they were resisting with their own elemental power.

The bowels of the people who watched the excitement were blue, if they knew that they could experience the catastrophe in person when they watched the excitement, they would not have gathered at the door of the Qingyao Xuan.