The cold wind blew into the dilapidated stables, but it could not cool the blood of the people in the stables.

Wei Zhong flipped his palms fiercely, bringing up an afterimage, and the air rippled, making a tom-tom sound.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that his strength had not only recovered, but had also stepped into the eightfold. Before that, he was only in the middle of the sevenfold.

Eight Xuan Dan slowly circled around the martial vein, full of six Dan Xuan power, making Wei Zhong feel a powerful power increase. A strong wind blew around him, and his skin and muscles were as solid as iron. Standing beside him, it seemed that he could hear the sound of joy as his muscles became stronger.

He immediately got up and knelt down and kowtowed to Wei Mo three times: "Young Master, your kindness, Wei Zhong is unforgettable in this life!"

Wei Mo hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him: "Uncle Zhong doesn't have to be like this!"

Although the two are master and servant in name, in fact, Uncle Zhong treats him like a father. Coupled with Qin'er's relationship, Wei Mo didn't dare to hold it up in front of Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong felt the powerful power in Wei Mo's hand, which was lifting him up, and he couldn't help but be surprised. After standing up, he pulled Wei Mo and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, you tell me the truth, now your strength ......"

Wei Mo's child's heart rose again, and he raised his hand with a smile, and the four droplet-shaped Xuandan in his palm flew around.

Wei Zhong was overjoyed: "You actually stepped into the fourfold!"

"That's not all!" he clenched his fist with his other hand, and when he released it again, a light blue liquid bead appeared, it was a spirit elixir.

"This ......" Wei Zhong couldn't believe his eyes, and the huge surprise was like a raging wave, stunning him.

Then a cold wind blew, he shivered, and immediately covered Wei Mo's hand with his hand: "Young Master, you are a dual cultivator of spiritual and martial arts, a genius of talent......!"

Looking left and right, Wei Zhong was sure that there was no one around, so he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were already red, and he was very excited.

"I didn't expect that you would be able to cultivate the spiritual power of the First Dan, young master, if your mother was still alive, I would definitely be very gratified!" Wei Zhong choked up.

A first-order one-level spiritual cultivator is twice as powerful as a martial cultivator of the same rank. Coupled with the strength of the fourfold martial cultivator, now Wei Zhong understood why Wei Moto's strength was so strong just now, so that even a martial cultivator who had stepped into the sixfold could not resist.

This was the first time Wei Mo had heard someone mention his mother, and in a hurry, he grabbed Wei Zhong's arm: "Uncle Zhong, how could my mother be ......?"

Wei Zhong thought it was time to tell Wei Mo something. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and was about to talk about it, when suddenly someone rushed in like a storm.

"Young Master Mo, it's not good!"

Wei Dingliang panted, rushed into the stable, and shouted at Wei Mo.

That's right, he was one of the few family members who was still polite to Wei Mo so far.

Wei Dingliang is a smart man, and from that beast pit incident, he realized that Wei Mo is definitely not a thing in the pool.

No matter how Wei Mo suddenly became stronger, he can be strong, this is an indisputable fact. Even if something happens suddenly, sooner or later it will make a comeback.

Don't forget, Wei Mo is a mountaineer in adversity, while Wei Dinghai has always been smooth sailing. Which of the two is higher or lower can be known with a little brain. It's a pity that some of the children of the family are blind-eyed and grassy, and they deserve to be unlucky in the future.

As soon as Wei Dingliang rushed to the stable, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

First of all, Wei Zhong stood up, with good hands and feet, a ruddy complexion, and a strong breath.

Wei Zhong was injured and disabled by Wei Fu, and it was secretly spread throughout the mansion. Probably, only Wei Mo and Qin'er don't know about it at the moment.

But now, Wei Zhong actually stood up, and he has become stronger! This is really weird! But compared to Wei Mo, Wei Zhong's strength and recovery seem to be nothing.

At the beginning of Wei Mo's take-off, his wings were cut off and his martial veins were damaged, and this matter had already spread throughout the city. The Wei family is even more well-known.

But when Wei Dingliang looked at him today, he didn't feel damaged at all. Not only that, the way of talking and laughing, the calm atmosphere, everything represents one thing - Wei Mo is much stronger than a few days ago.

Previously, when he was in the Spirit Grass Field, he was still confident that he could make a dozen moves in Wei Mo's hands. But now, let alone ten moves, I'm afraid he can't afford half a move.

It's horrible!

Wei Dingliang secretly pinched a cold sweat, glad that he stood on the right side today.

Wei Mo glanced at him, immediately pretended to be weak, stroked his forehead with his hand, leaned against the pillar, and gasped: "It's the eldest young master of Dingliang, is there something wrong with you?"

Wei Dingliang had a black line in his head, and said secretly: "What are you acting, such bad acting skills!"

But he didn't dare to say that, he was respectful, and said with an anxious expression: "Miss Qin'er has been taken to the dungeon by Lingcui and Steward Fu!

"What?" Wei Mo's eyes widened immediately, and he stopped acting.

Wei Zhong and Qin'er were his closest relatives, and anyone who hurt them would make him even angrier than directly hurting Wei Mo.

Wei Mo was furious, rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Take me to the dungeon!"

"Yes!" Wei Dingliang agreed without hesitation, and the two were about to leave for the dungeon.

Wei Zhong frowned, and stretched out his hand to stop Wei Mo: "Young Master, slow down!"

......

The dungeon has always been the place where the Wei family punishes the slaves who make mistakes. Entering the dungeon is equivalent to entering the ghost gate.

The Wei family law has always adhered to the principle of leniency and narrow punishment. That means that if you have merit, you will never be stingy with your reward. If you make a mistake, the punishment is enough to make you regret it for eight lifetimes.

Because of this principle, the Wei family's servants are extremely high-quality and loyal, which is the envy of the other two families.

At this moment, in the torture room, the light and shadow shone on a person, and the shadow was cast on the wall, occupying almost the entire wall. In the hand of the hideous shadow, there was also an iron thorn whip.

The whip is made of deep sea iron, and the whip is cold and cannot be held empty-handed unless you don't want it.

The whole whip was woven to the thickness of an arm, and there were countless thorns turning over the extend. is whipped by it, and when it is whipped, the skin will be opened. Two lashes down, half of the life, three whips, so far no one can resist.

Wei Fu held the iron thorn whip in his hand, stood under the shadow of the lamp, stared at Qin'er who was locked on the torture rack, and sighed: "Hey, Miss Qin'er, you are also a flower of the Wei family, why should you mistake Qingqing's life for the sake of Wei Mo? As long as you open your mouth and promise to obey Young Master Dinghai, how about I take care of Miss Lingcui here today?"

Qin'er's hands and feet were locked, unable to move, her long hair was scattered, and the sweat on her forehead immediately froze into ice slag.

She treats Wefu like a bedbug and his words as stinky fart, and she doesn't pay attention to them at all.

Her coldness and passivity annoyed Weffoe. Don't forget, there is still Lingcui waiting for him to explain.

According to Lingcui's meaning, just kill Qin'er. But Wei Fu had another careful thought, if he could use force to force Qin'er to comply, wouldn't Wei Dinghai have to look at him twice? Hehe, at that time, Wei Chao, that old antique, would have to kneel in front of him and call him a big butler sooner or later.

It's a pity that Qin'er's loyalty and stubbornness shattered his dream.