The purple electric pattern reached a rage after a short time, turning into shadowless lightning and slashing out from the heavenly spirit. Song Qingzhu didn't notice the fluctuations in the space at all, and came to kill again with red eyes.

"Die!"

With a vicious cold drink, Song Qingzhu jumped up in the air, and with the help of the strength of his body swooping, he blasted towards Zhang Mochen, who was still in place without any movement!

The fist broke through the wind and whistled, but Song Qingzhu's heart suddenly tightened, because the young man under the fist raised a sneer at this time.

The ominous premonition didn't make him wait too long, and in the next second, the blood pupils suddenly froze, and the body that swooped down was like a puppet that had lost control, falling softly, but his feet did not hit the ground, and he fell backwards in a bow.

Lightning flashed, everything happened so fast, so astonishingly stunned. Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhang Mochen slowly put down his legs that were still in the air.

"Ahem......"

An extremely painful cough, mixed with a little blood mist, erupted from Song Qingzhu's mouth.

It was not only Song Qingzhu who woke up, but everyone was also awakened by this cough. Wang Yuyan ran directly to Zhang Mochen's side, and the excitement on her pretty face could not be concealed. Li Fengying's solemn expression was even more murderous, if it weren't for the fact that Ying Lao still had a unique smile, I am afraid that Zhang Mochen would have been crushed between his fingers.

Song Qingzhu endured the rolling waves in his chest, and there were discussions around his ears, which made the pair of blood pupils look even more resentful. Especially when she saw Wang Yuyan's happy appearance, the sound of gnashing teeth could be heard in her bloodstained mouth.

His hands slowly clenched into fists, and a breath slowly condensed, but it was not yellow or gray, but a mixture of the two colors.

The smell of yellow ash became more and more intense, so much so that the air around it was boiling. Everyone put away their discussions, and they all stared away, even as a bystander, the Peng Pai aura on Song Qingzhu's body still made them feel stunned.

Pulling Wang Yuyan behind him, Zhang Mochen frowned slightly, and a pair of dignified black eyes stared at the front tightly.

"Zhu'er, stop!"

Ying Lao, who had been quietly watching, finally snorted softly, and under the gaze of a pair of eyes, he slowly walked to Song Qingzhu's side.

"Ying Lao ......" Song Qingzhu was obviously unwilling, but he was stopped by Ying Lao raising his hand in the middle of his words!

"Go down and recuperate, don't leave the root of the disease. Ying Lao said with concern to Song Qingzhu, but soon turned his eyes to Zhang Mochen, "Boy, not bad!"

He'er's smile, serious tone, and Ying Lao's praise made everyone hear that it was a sincere praise from the bottom of his heart.

"Boy, if you want to protect your relatives, you must have strong strength. Ying Lao walked up to Zhang Mochen and said with a smile, although his face was kind, the aura of a high-level master slowly emanating from his body still made Zhang Mochen a little breathless.

"Don't bother to remind you of this!" Zhang Mochen's hand pushed back, signaling Wang Yuyan to retreat, but he stared at Ying Lao with his blood gushing and said.

Zhang Mochen's humility and non-arrogance made the appreciation in Ying Lao's eyes a little stronger.

"Strong strength requires abundant resources to ensure it. After looking at Zhang Mochen, Ying Lao slowly turned around and said, "As far as I know, your Zhang family is now exhausted, and such a family can't make you a strong person." After Ying Lao finished speaking, he slowly turned around again, and looked at Zhang Mochen again with a smile in his old eyes.

"Oh, what does that old man mean?" Zhang Mochen replied with a faint smile!

Seeing Zhang Mochen showing a hint of longing, the smile on Ying Lao's face became even more brilliant.

"I have no children or daughters in my life, and I see that the loess is almost buried to my neck, and I have no relatives by my side. If you are willing to be my grandson, not only can you inherit my mantle, but you can also enjoy the resources of the entire Song family with Zhu'er. Ying Lao said slowly, but when he looked at Wang Yuyan behind Zhang Mochen, he continued: "If you want, Lao Yu can officiate the wedding for you and this girl now, how about it?"

"Is this true?" Zhang Mochen immediately asked in surprise.

"Do you have any opinions?" Ying Lao did not answer directly, but turned to look at Li Fengying and the others.

"I don't want to wait!"

Feeling the cold eyes of Ying Lao, Li Fengying and the others had to endure it even if they were unwilling.

Ying Lao nodded with satisfaction, looked back again, and waited for Zhang Mochen's answer with a smile.

"It's okay if you want me to be your grandson, but I have a request!" Zhang Mochen said with a serious face.

"Even if you say it!" the old man was in a good mood at the moment.

"You help me kill someone!"

"Who?"

"Song Qingzhu!"

......

Ying Lao was slightly shocked, and the smile on the old man's face disappeared immediately, becoming extremely blue.

"For so many years, you are still the first one who dares to play with the old man!"

Ying Lao sneered, but he didn't have a seizure, maybe he didn't want to leave a joke about bullying the young!

"Can I take Yu Yan with me?" Zhang Mochen asked as he looked at everyone.

Ying Lao's "large number of adults" does not mean that other people are the same, the moment Ying Lao turned around and walked back, Li Fengying floated a look at Jiang Yuan that a fool could understand.

"The Song family promised to let you leave, but my Li family didn't agree!"

Li Fengying's words were still hovering overhead, Jiang Yuan did not hesitate, and burst out the strength of the junior Yuan Master, and shot away at Zhang Mochen. As a bounty hunter, he doesn't care about any morality, let alone face, not to mention, Zhang Mochen still has dozens of lives in his Divine Ape Regiment in his hands.

"Shameless!"

Zhang Mochen blamed himself for being too naïve, but he just hated and scolded, because the coercion on his face made him have no time to scold!

In the fight with Song Qingzhu, Zhang Mochen won by no means easy, and it can even be said to be a tragic victory. The purple electric pattern lost its vitality, and his body was hit hard, not to mention that it was a beginner-level Yuan Master who was crushed, even if it was a beginner-level Yuan Shi, Zhang Mochen was also poor in donkey skills and could not deal with it.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan's anger was about to burn, Zhang Mochen frowned, but he couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, it darkened, and a shadow appeared in an instant. Zhang Mochen's face was shocked, and he didn't have time to speak, so he pushed him away. At the same time that Qianying was pushed away, the yellow fist carrying Peng Paiyuan's power suddenly struck, Zhang Mochen felt that his chest sank, and the blood mist erupted wildly without control, and his body was bow-shaped, like a kite with a broken string falling backwards.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Zhang Mochen finally stopped retreating, but a rockery behind him also shattered.

"Ink Dust!"

Wang Yuyan, who was pushed away, rushed over like crazy and hugged Zhang Mochen up.

With the help of Wang Yuyan's strength, Zhang Mochen struggled to support the ground on one knee, but the blood-red pupils stared at the front tightly, because, after the blow, Jiang Yuan did not stop attacking!

"Go away!"

Zhang Mochen said hurriedly to Wang Yuyan, but he didn't have any strength to shield him from the wind and rain.

"No, I'm going to die together, I don't want to be separated from you again!" Wang Yuyan cried, hugged Zhang Mochen tightly, and blocked her back in front of Jiang Yuan's eyes.

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