Su Hao, this name is not unfamiliar to Mo Qing.

Of course, it wasn't because of Su Hao's fame, but from his younger brother Mohe. Mo He likes Su Qing, but Su Qing likes Su Hao.

Mo He mentioned Su Hao's name in front of Mo Qing.

In Mo Qing's words, a woman can't conquer her, how can she reach the peak of the Immortal Dao.

Although Mo Qing is very indifferent and arrogant, he cares for his younger brother Mo He very much, and he also remembers the name Su Hao.

"You are Su Hao!" Mo Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were filled with coldness, as if condensed into substance, anyone could feel the cold aura emanating from Mo Qing's body.

Su Hao's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't pay the slightest attention. Instead, it speeds up the collection of herbs.

At this moment, in the entire valley, there are hundreds of spiritual grasses, and only Su Hao picks them. The scene was eerie, and there was silence all around.

"Senior Brother Mo Qing is one of the top ten core disciples, this Su Hao is crazy. Even Senior Brother Mo ignored him. "Waizong, someone gasped and said.

"Some people are arrogant, thinking that if they have the ability, they will be able to see no one, no wonder they will be abolished by the people of the One Sword Sect. You deserve it. Someone sneered and looked disdainful.

Immediately, all kinds of sounds rang out, echoing through the mountains.

In this regard, Su Hao has always been quiet, picking elixirs wholeheartedly, as if isolated from his surroundings and immersed in his own world.

"Su Hao!" Mo Qing's eyes flashed, and the cold light in his eyes bloomed, like a sword blade, revealing a terrifying killing intent. I want to take one step at a time.

"Mo Qing, he's just a disciple of the Outer Sect!" Wu Lei snorted, stopped in front of Mo Qing, and spoke.

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, his raised steps paused, his eyes flashed slightly, and his outstretched feet fell. He looked at Su Hao with a blank gaze, and said word by word: "Very, good!"

In the Immortal List Trial, there is a clear rule that the core disciples are not allowed to make a move on the disciples of the outer sect, and the same is true for the disciples of the inner sect.

Although Su Hao's cultivation had already broken through, he had reached the strength of a core disciple. But after all, his identity on the surface is still that of a foreign sect.

Anyone who violates the rules will be expelled from the trial.

Although Wu Lei and the others made a move just now, they only suppressed the momentum, and they used coercion without really hurting Su Hao.

Although Mo Qing loves Mo He, he will not give up this trial because of a Su Hao. He didn't care about resources, but in this place of trials in the Beichen Mountain Range, there was a place that was a very important test for core disciples.

This trial is about a battle of Zhuolu in the near future!

If the strength is not good, it will be difficult to survive!

"Since the sect has rules, then I won't break it. However, the sect does not stipulate that there is no competition for creation. Mo Qing sneered, his body swayed out, and the cultivation of the twelfth layer of condensation qi fully exploded, forming a terrifying momentum, like a storm, scattered in all directions.

Wu Lei and others changed color instantly.

Mo Qing's domineering penetrated into the hearts of several people. Among the core disciples, except for a limited number of people, no one could compete with Mo Qing, and no one could restrain his domineering.

He was like a puff of green smoke, approaching in an instant. When the footsteps fell, the momentum on his body was like a torrent, rushing towards Su Hao.

The momentum was like the wind, blowing the spiritual grass on the ground for a while, and more of it fell on Su Hao's body, like an invisible big hand, sweeping towards him.

Su Hao's eyes flashed slightly, and the one hundred and ninety ancient points in his body were running in unison, and the rumbling sound erupted in his body, like a mountain torrent, which was invisibly diffused, colliding with the wind that had condensed into momentum.

The grass, trees, mountains and rocks are rolling, like water waves being cut open by a knife.

The wind and grass are whistling, like a straightened belt, and the wind is blowing.

Su Hao was like a rock, unmoving. His hands were still picking spirit grass.

"En?" Mo Qing's eyes froze, and he glanced at Su Hao in surprise.

Wu Lei and the others were shocked, but they quickly reacted. Surrounded Mo Qing again, the pipe technique jumped out, and the eyes that looked at Mo Qing were full of sharpness: "Mo Qing Su Hao is already qualified to participate in that battle, and these spirit grasses can further improve his cultivation for him." ”

"Don't you think about the sect! More combat power, more hope!" Wu Lei stood aside and also spoke.

At the same time, the four of them gradually exuded fluctuations in cultivation, and the fluctuations were connected into pieces, exuding an aura that was not weaker than Mo Qing, and even slightly exceeded.

"The Array of Four Elephants!" Mo Qing squinted, and a hint of jealousy appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He took a deep look at Su Hao, and with a movement of his mind, the violent momentum on his body gradually converged.

At this moment, Mo He walked out from behind Mo Qing and stepped towards Su Hao's location.

Mo Qing paused, his eyes flashing.

"I want these elixirs!" Mo He said softly, his words were the same as those of his brother Mo Qing.

The former is domineering, the latter is cold.

But in this coldness, there is a profound killing machine, which is like a poisonous snake, lurking in Mo He's heart.

However, at the moment when he spoke, Su Hao's movements suddenly stopped, and an astonishing momentum immediately burst out from his body.

It was like a storm, and it hit Mo Qing in an instant.

potential, invisible and invisible, but it can shake the heart!

"Wang Cheng is you!" As the momentum dispersed, Su Hao's voice in the storm came and fell into Mo He's ears.

The abrupt impact shocked Mo He's heart.

But such a nonsensical sentence was answered by Mo He: "Yes!"

Almost at the moment when Su Hao's momentum exploded, Mo Qing's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with his cultivation, he couldn't see that this was Su Hao's calculation. Shake the mind with momentum, thus influencing the mind.

Although he didn't know, what Mo Qing had done. But after all, it's his brother, and even if it's wrong, it's not wrong.

"Get out!" Mo Qing roared, shattering Su Hao's condensed momentum.

As soon as the momentum dissipated, Mo He woke up and turned around. He looked embarrassed, knowing that he had fallen for it.

The narrow eyes were like poisonous snakes squinting slightly, bursting out with a cold glow, and the eyes that looked at Su Hao were murderous: "Su Hao!"

"Sure enough, it's you!" Su Hao's face was calm, staring at him, and he spoke lightly.

The surrounding disciples listened to the conversation between the two blankly, not knowing what they meant.

"Yes and what? Isn't it what?" Mo He lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice, and when he looked up, his eyes were cold: "Waste is waste after all, what qualifications do you have to fight with me!"

He spoke coldly, took one step, and went straight to Su Hao.

In his hand, at some point, a sword appeared, and this sword was Mo Qing's sword!

Or maybe it's the same sword as Mo Qing's scene!

The sword is cyan!