These were all He Mansion elders, fifth-order fighters, joining forces to attack, and Mo Xuan felt that there was a strong imperial energy surging in all directions, forming a huge cover, squeezing towards him.

Mo Xuan didn't say a word, just stepped on the stones under his feet, and watched at least five He Mansion elders around him attack together.

His black eyes were like an unfathomable pool of water, and no one could see his heart.

Release your foot and gently pick at the stone in front of you.

The power of the ancestral weapon in this stone was completely detonated, and with a bang, the stone flew up.

"Bang bang-"

With five loud noises in a row, the stone circled around Mo Xuan in the air, and the five He Mansion elders who rushed over, each of them were hit by the stone solidly.

Even if you enter the state of battle, the cells of the whole body are combined with the divine metal, and there is a strong imperial energy protection inside and outside the body, and it is still difficult to resist the blow of this stone.

or both arms were broken, or ribs were broken, or blood was spurting into a coma, the five Great He Mansion Elders, and the five fifth-order fighters were all vulnerable, screaming and flying out one after another.

The spirit of the ancestral weapon in the stone was fully awakened, and the true power burst out, which was simply invincible, and the power was terrifying.

When the stone hit the fly and hit the fifth He Mansion Elder hard, the stone was suddenly held against it by a hand.

This hand is as white as jade, and its skin looks like a woman's hand, but the phalanges are large, indicating that it contains great power and seems to be in control.

After the stones flying in the air were held by this hand, they suddenly roared, vibrated in the air, and then slowly calmed down and slowly fell to the ground.

Among them, the spirit of the ancestral weapon also seemed to have calmed down from the anger just now.

It was appeased by the owner of this hand.

Mo Xuan's face wiped a trace of discoloration and looked at the owner of this hand.

This is a man in white about twenty-three or four-year-old, handsome and extraordinary, with a strong aura of imperial energy all over his body, and his imperial energy is strong, even better than those He Mansion elders.

This man in white is He Jing.

In the distance, Deng Bijun, He Qianling, Xue Qingshan, He Xianshu, and the Xue brothers and sisters also rushed over.

When they saw that there was a mess inside, Xue Qingshan and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes and secretly complained.

"This Mo Xuan is really a disaster star, I really regret bringing him here, why did he make trouble in Hefu?

Mo Xuan made a big fuss in the Snow Mansion before, not only the bronze bell of the ancestral weapon rang, but the deputy mansion lord Xue Fangquan was injured, and even the mansion lord Xue Wenda was alarmed.

And now that he has come to Hefu, there has been such a big commotion.

Deng Bijun looked surprised: "Who is the young man in black?"

For so many years, no one dared to go deep into the backyard of the He Mansion to make trouble, and even injured so many people of the He clan, this is the first time.

Xue Qingshan and the others showed embarrassed looks on their faces, they didn't know how to speak, and it was hard to say that they brought this person over.

He Qianling stroked her forehead, and she also felt a headache for Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan looked at He Jing in front of him, his eyes were a little strange.

After He Jing made a move, the spirit of this ancestral weapon actually quieted down, and there was a faint meaning that he would no longer listen to Mo Xuan's instructions.

Mo Xuan immediately understood that the young man in white in front of him should be the person that the spirit of the ancestral weapon had taken a fancy to back then, that is, He Jing, the young master of the He Mansion in Xue Yang's mouth.

When He Jing was eighteen years old, the spirit of the ancestral weapon had already been induced by He Jing, and when He Jing's cultivation reached a certain level, he could truly control the power of the ancestral weapon, dominate the world, and achieve hegemony.

For He Jing, the Spirit of the Ancestral Weapon sincerely recognized him as his controller.

Mo Xuan, on the other hand, forcibly oppressed with his true spirit, forced the spirit of the ancestral weapon to surrender to him, and then manipulated the power of the ancestral weapon.

When He Jing didn't appear, the spirit of the ancestral weapon was forced by the power of Mo Xuan's true spirit, so he could only submit and let him drive him.

When He Jing appeared, the inspiration of the ancestral weapon should be He Jing, and he was appeased and calmed down, and he wanted to get rid of Mo Xuan's control.

He Jing made a move, appeased the ancestral weapon, and showed his might, and the people of He Mansion in all directions applauded loudly.

"It really deserves to be the young mansion master, and it is worthy of being the most outstanding genius of our He clan in a hundred years!"

"The young mansion lord is wise and powerful, and he blocked the stone as soon as he made a move, and he will definitely be able to defeat this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

"Young Mansion Master, you must teach this madman a hard lesson!"

"Young Mansion Master, I want the thief to know how powerful our He Mansion is-"

Many of the young children of He Mansion couldn't help but scream, and the older ones kept nodding their heads with expressions of appreciation.

There are even some girls who look at He Jing with an idolatrous look, their eyes are shining, and their faces are flushed with excitement.

He Jing heard the cheers of the crowd, and the momentum released by his body continued to rise, and he faintly had the spirit of being invincible on the spot.

He stared at Mo Xuan in front of him, with a grim look on his face, he stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and the emperor was surging, and he wanted to suppress Mo Xuan to kneel in front of him.

Mo Xuan saw He Jing's intention to make a move, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The stone, which had just been quieted, suddenly shook again.

Mo Xuan used the true spirit to suppress the spirit of the ancestral weapon again.

He Jing's face changed.

The shaking stone flew up with a thud.

He Jing put out his hands together and pressed on the stone at the same time, wanting to appease the stone again.

The spirit of the ancestral weapon was sandwiched between the two of them, swaying from side to side.

The fight between the two turned into a battle for ancestral weapons.

The others saw Mo Xuan standing there, his expression calm, his hands behind his back, motionless.

He Jing pressed the stone hanging in front of him with both hands, his arms shook slightly, and his face was ugly.

The voices cheering for He Jing slowly quieted down.

They saw that he, a peerless genius young mansion master who had only been born once in a hundred years, seemed to be in a bad situation.

The two siblings, Xue Yue and Xue Yang, looked at Mo Xuan's figure from a distance, and suppressed He Jing's forehead with dense fine sweat without making a move, and they all admired it in their hearts.

At this moment, all the elders and disciples of He Mansion have already seen that this ordinary stone is only afraid that it is the mysterious He Mansion Ancestral Weapon.

No one thought that in the past hundred years, the ancestral weapon of He Fu has been buried in these hundred steps, allowing others to trample on it.

No one could guess the intentions of the First Ancestor of He Fu.

He Qianling looked at Mo Xuan from afar, and was speechless for a while.

This young man really feels incredible, full of contradictions and doubts.

Not only was he able to make the bronze bell of the Xuefu Ancestral Weapon ring by itself, but even the He Mansion Ancestral Weapon was controlled by him, causing this turmoil.

Now it seems that in the competition for the ancestral weapon, He Jing obviously has the upper hand, but he is afraid that this ancestral weapon will soon be betrayed by the enemy.

He Jing faintly felt that the power in the ancestral weapon was getting stronger and stronger, and the spirit of the ancestral weapon was struggling and roaring, as if it was about to break out of his control.

In his rage, he suddenly let out a roar as he raised his head to the sky, and the surface of his skin was smeared with a white metallic sheen, and he violently pushed the stone forward.

The white shirt was agitated by the emperor and swelled like a ball, and the ground under his feet could not withstand the force and began to shatter.

At this moment, the strength of the emperor's ability that he burst out was far greater than that of those He Mansion elders who had made a move before.

He Qianling saw it in his eyes and gasped: "Sixth-order fighter." ”