Ling Mo took off the sable nailed to the trunk of the tree and smelled an extremely faint aroma, this was definitely not the taste of the sable itself!

Ling Mo just smelled it and knew what it was, this is a spice that is only popular among those wealthy families, the taste is very light but the aroma is very long-lasting, even ordinary families can't touch this thing, once Ling Mo had a lot of contact with this spice by chance, and he was also very familiar with it.

It seems that this sable is not an ownerless thing, Ling Mo thought silently, as far as Ling Mo's observation is concerned, the possibility of having aborigines in Juguo Continent is very small, not to mention this familiar spice, the biggest possibility is that Jugu Continent has the opportunity to connect with the outside world once every hundred years to catch up, someone has already come to Jugu Continent, and even this sable is a spiritual pet raised by someone.

Now that someone has arrived here, he may be able to find a way to take advantage of this rare opportunity to get out of here.

Huh? Ling Mo suddenly looked up to the west, and he felt two powerful auras rapidly approaching this side. Almost didn't give Ling Mo time to react, and two figures suddenly appeared a few feet away from Ling Mo, one black and one white.

Almost at the moment when the two figures appeared, Ling Mo tensed his body and stared at the man and woman, the white figure was a young woman in white clothes, with a slender physique, a peerless face, but there was a faint temperament that rejected people thousands of miles away, it was Bian Lingxi who arrived at Jugu Zhou during the day today, the only difference from being on the boat was that she was now carrying a snow-colored long sword.

Behind Bian Lingxi, he looked squarely at the old man who was called an old man by Bian Lingxi, and the old man still had a flat face and couldn't see any expression, more like an upright old servant.

"You killed this?" Bian Lingxi looked at the sable in Ling Mo's hand.

Ling Mo suddenly thought of a possibility, it couldn't be that the owner of the family came to the door. Thinking in his heart, he nodded calmly, this matter can't be hidden.

Bian Lingxi suddenly smiled and looked up at Ling Mo, "Then it will be no problem if I kill you!" Before the words fell, Bian Lingxi took a few steps in front of Ling Mo and raised his palm to pat Ling Mo's chest.

Ling Mo didn't expect this woman to make a move so suddenly, the body sitting on the bluestone suddenly bounced up and swung his fist to meet it, the fists and palms intersected, the two of them parted with a touch, Bian Lingxi took a step back, Ling Mo took three steps back before stabilizing his body, and at first contact Ling Mo suffered a loss.

At least the eighth order of Xuanxuan!

Ling Mo glanced at Bian Lingxi in surprise, and he had a judgment in his heart. A smile was immediately revealed, the gap was not small, but it was not enough.

Bian Lingxi frowned, puzzled that she had defeated Ling Mo without a single move, and then it made her feel even more funny, this man who was obviously inferior to herself actually took the initiative to make a move.

When Ling Mo made a move, Bian Lingxi was still taken aback, Ling Mo punched out and went straight to Bian Lingxi's chest, and after being blocked by her, he kept swinging his fist and smashing it, like a summer rainstorm but endlessly, Bian Lingxi fell into passivity for a while.

Rao is a few small realms higher than Ling Mo Bian Lingxi still felt a tingling of his hands, obviously there was a gap of several small realms and fell into such a situation, Bian Lingxi felt a little incredible, although she didn't go all out, but it was also worth facing this man with a hint of childishness on his face.

The qi was surging, and Bian Lingxi and Ling Mo collided with a punch to open up a distance, interrupting his attack rhythm. Then Bian Lingxi didn't stop, and instantly attacked Ling Mo, there was no more contempt in his eyes, and the battle really began now!

Ling Mo was not afraid, he was not flustered at all because of Bian Lingxi's seriousness, this time Ling Mo was different from the wild just now, and pointed out and pointed at Bian Lingxi's eyebrows, Bian Lingxi turned his head to dodge but did not expect Ling Mo to accelerate suddenly, and the two fingers pointing to her eyebrows fell on her shoulders, and a huge force was transmitted to Bian Lingxi's shoulders as carelessly as a dragonfly.

With one blow, Ling Mo quickly opened the gap and dodged Bian Lingxi's angry kick, and then jumped high on a broken wood and stepped towards Bian Lingxi, realizing Ling Mo's intentions, Bian Lingxi was flushed with anger, after so many years, who in the same generation dared to look down on her, and who dared to step on her like this!

A flash of light like mercury flashed, Bian Lingxi's long sword was unsheathed, she didn't want to block Ling Mo's kick with her hand.

Bian Lingxi lifted his sword and slashed at Ling Mo's soles diagonally, the expected sense of obstruction did not come from the sword body, just because Ling Mo's seemingly strong kick actually did not infuse much strength, the toes were lightly on the tip of the sword, and his body immediately flew out and landed a few feet away.

Ling Mo chuckled, "What, I feel like you can't beat me and you want to copy the guy?" When he spoke, Ling Mo kept paying attention to the old man behind Bian Lingxi, although Ling Mo didn't see the old man make a move, and he didn't even say a word from beginning to end, but Ling Mo could still feel the powerful qi in his body.

Judging a person's cultivation does not necessarily depend on the strength of his attack power, in the final analysis, the improvement of a person's combat power is still a derivative of the cultivation of the realm of improvement, of course, it is not accurate to say that it is a derivative, and in reality, there are a few people who do not practice for the strength of the strong, it is far away.

A very effective way to judge a monk's cultivation is to observe his own qi, although the qi is not a physical object, there are traces to follow, just like a strong person just does not move, but his own qi will still affect the surrounding environment, and there is a mystery between exhalation and inhalation. As for those strong people who can hide and suppress their own miracles, of course, it's a different matter.

Although the old man in black could not reveal his qi, Ling Mo still felt that the aura around him had changed imperceptibly between the old man's breathing, and the old man just stood there like a bottomless abyss. Ling Mo may not be able to beat Bian Lingxi, but if he wants to leave, Bian Lingxi will also not be able to keep him, but now that there is this old man in Ling Mo, he doesn't want to take risks, or he doesn't want to attract this strong man who may be able to kill him in seconds, which is also the reason why Ling Mo knew that he would suffer in front of Bian Lingxi and the old man, but he still didn't escape.

Noticing Ling Mo's gaze, Bian Ling sneered, "Don't worry, you're not worthy of the ancient shot, just go all out." As he spoke, Bian Lingxi put the long sword back into the sheath.

Ling Mo wouldn't be naïve enough to think that the old guy really wouldn't make a move, but Bian Lingxi would not let go of this opportunity if he took the initiative to give up his weapon. Taking advantage of the brief opportunity of Bian Lingxi's long sword, Ling Mo successfully approached this woman, pulled Bian Lingxi's body towards him with both hands, and then elbowed his left arm to this woman who was taken advantage of by him because of a small mistake, Rao is Bian Lingxi's realm higher than Ling Mo's or his pace staggered back a few steps.

The unforgiving Ling Mo deceived himself again, melee combat has always been Ling Mo's pride, he has self-confidence, when the realm is not much different, his melee combat will never lose to anyone!

This self-confidence did not come out of nowhere, as it was a fortune he had earned after countless bloody battles and scars. Every battle is a progress for Ling Mo, although the price is a fresh life, there are demon beasts in these lives, there are difficult battle spirits, many Terran elites with great potential, and even demons who are known for their physical strength.

Ling Mo, who was close again, drew a big circle and hit Bian Lingxi's ribs, if it was solid this time, it wouldn't just make Bian Lingxi's flesh hurt.

What's weird is that Bian Lingxi actually laughed out loud at such a time, you think you can ignore the gap between realms with such means, but I'm not confident that I can't lose to anyone!

When Ling Mo was about to hit Bian Lingxi, Bian Lingxi's feet suddenly moved in a dazzling posture, just dodging Ling Mo's momentum. When Ling Mo delivered a punch, Bian Lingxi was always able to unload Ling Mo's strength with his foot movements, and at the same time, he tried to interrupt Ling Mo's rhythm with the slightest counterattack in his hand.

Ling Mo, who had not achieved any effective results in the previous attacks, was not discouraged, and pointed out with two fingers, Bian Lingxi raised his fist to meet him, but he didn't expect that a cold light suddenly burst out from Ling Mo's fingertips, Bian Lingxi was suddenly annoyed in his heart, the two of them had a tacit understanding before and did not use the qi machine to fight, but this guy took the lead in breaking each other's tacit understanding. Thinking in his heart, Bian Lingxi quickly retreated, but he was still a step slower, his shoulder was grazed by the cold light, and a trace of blood flowed out of the wound, and Bian Lingxi's eyes showed killing intent for the first time.

Ling Mo's emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest, any monk's pride was an empty word in the battle, in the past few years of fighting, Ling Mo had already understood that only killing the opponent and surviving was the truth!

Bian Lingxi's eyes showed a cold light, Ling Mo's finger was not as simple as causing a wound, and a breath of qi was also injected into her body. Bian Lingxi was just about to return his color but suddenly paused to look at the woods, and at the same time, Ling Mo also stopped to look at the depths of the forest sea, where an extremely strong aura was surging, and at the same time, there was a strong aura entrenched.

The old man who had been slightly closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and showed a rare smile that he couldn't hide, "Your Highness, our luck is good, looking at the momentum of the north, I'm afraid that something good is about to be born, but I'm afraid that there will be any danger, do you see now?"

Bian Lingxi thought about it for a while, but to Ling Mo and the old man's surprise, he said, "You also heard what the ancient man said, how about going and seeing together?"

Ling Mo didn't expect that Bian Lingxi, who had just moved his killing intent to him, would say this, he wouldn't think that Bian Lingxi would let him go, of course he could also hear the indisputability in Bian Lingxi's words.

Looking at the old man with a calm face, Ling Mo naturally understood his situation and simply looked away, and said casually: "Since I was born by chance, I naturally want to take a look, but I don't know Miss's surname yet?"

"Bian Lingxi"

Bian Lingxi, Bian Lingxi, Ling Mo suddenly looked up at the person in front of him, and then he was relieved, and that Bian Lingxi, judging from her strength and the old man behind her, it would only be that person, the eldest princess of Fenglan Country, one of the few prestigious people in the younger generation. Of course, Ling Mo had only heard of her reputation, and when he saw it today, he really lived up to her reputation.

"It's also an honor to be able to walk with the princess. ”

Bian Lingxi knew that he already knew his identity, and said with an unchanged expression: "Your name, stranger!"

"Ling Mo!"