"Alas!"

A soft sigh rang in everyone's ears, making people's hearts sway.

The next moment, there was one more person on the high platform, and I saw him lightly stretch out his left hand, and in the stunned gaze of everyone, he took Mo Yan's imposing palm first.

It was the Great Elder Mo Guanghan, who didn't have any momentum in his body, and grabbed the latter's palm like a trivial matter. No matter how Mo Yan struggles, he is like an iron tong, containing endless strength and cannot be freed.

"Mo Yun killed someone by mistake, how to deal with it, you still need to hold a family meeting, you can't touch him!" Mo Guanghan said helplessly. He didn't expect that Mo Yun would kill Mo Ran without hesitation, and it would be too late to stop him.

Mo Yan roared: "I won't let him go, this waste, dare to kill my grandson, how can I be forgiven, he must die!"

"You don't just have this one grandson, what's the big deal!" Mo Guanghan replied nonchalantly, waved his hand casually, and let go of Mo Yan. The latter was honest and did not dare to be presumptuous anymore. With Mo Guanghan blocking him, it is almost impossible for him to take revenge today. His eyes were full of resentment, and he stared coldly at the initiator of the matter.

"Today's competition is over, gather the family elders to discuss the results of Mo Yun's disposition!" The voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire martial arts arena. He carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and then said with a smile: "Good boy, he is not small! He doesn't even give the face of the three elders, he has a personality!"

Mo Yan's face on the side was even more gloomy, and he scolded wildly in his heart: Old thing, praising this waste in front of me, isn't it obvious that I will lose my face! He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said through gritted teeth: "I will not let him go, according to the clan rules, this is a capital crime!"

Mo Guanghan didn't take Mo Yan's words to heart, his expression remained unchanged at all, and he just replied, "Hehe, is it?"

Mo Yun dropped the bloodstained sword in his hand, didn't look at Mo Ran's corpse, and let the family's enforcers take him down. As for the next situation, I am not too worried.

After several elders left one after another, everyone in the audience woke up from the shock. What happened today is truly jaw-dropping. First, Mo Yun was mighty and taught Mo Ran a hard lesson, and then he ruthlessly killed the latter, without giving the three elders any face.

Most of the people present still couldn't accept what was happening in front of them, they reminisced for a long time, recalling all kinds of insults they had made to Mo Yun before, and a gloomy cold air suddenly appeared behind them, and cold sweat had soaked their backs unconsciously.

"Haha! Mo Yun is a waste, he is dead!" One of them turned pale, looked at the direction where the elders left, and laughed dryly, his heart was happy. In the face of the latter's divine power today, it is almost the same as two months ago, and a strong fear rises irrepressibly in the bottom of my heart. Seeing that his person was taken down by the law enforcement team, he was extremely looking forward to the severe punishment of the family.

Mo Yuanke's gaze swept coldly, making the words he was about to say swallow back alive, and the whole person was also sluggling, where did he dare to meet Mo Yuanke's sharp eyes.

The relationship between Mo Yun and Mo Yuanke is so good, every family member knows it, and no one dares to be presumptuous in front of him.

"Hmph~!" a cold snort came into his ears, making his hands and feet weak, and his own momentum immediately weakened. He took a step back, plucked up his courage and said, "Mo Yuanke, what do you want to do, I'm not afraid of you!" he said and straightened his chest vigorously, trying to expel the fear in his heart. In front of everyone, he didn't believe that Mo Yuanke dared to do anything out of the ordinary.

The rest of the children were happy to see the excitement, looking for their own places, ready to enjoy another good show. Many people are secretly glad that they are not too idle to find trouble with Mo Yun on weekdays. The waste that was handled by the previous people has now surpassed most of the children.

Mo Ran's unlucky ghost strength was not bad, but he was killed with almost no power to resist, which also shocked them into a cold sweat.

As for the few guys who bully people on weekdays, they witnessed Mo Ran's death with their own eyes, and their hearts were irrepressibly fearful. Mo Yun's madness in beating Mo Ran, and the ruthlessness of that sword kill, where is the heart of a thirteen-year-old boy.

Like the figure of the devil, its ruthless methods have already shocked them fiercely, and no one dares to touch the moldy head again. The fierce figure, the crazy killing intent, had been deeply imprinted into their souls, and the fear of him had been raised to the peak, almost generating demons in their hearts.

The guy in front of him is not very likable, so everyone has no intention of helping him.

"Mo Wen, that's it for you!" Mo Yuanke was disappointed, stared at Mo Wen with pity, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Is this my family, look at their respective fighting and cowering postures, where is there any hope for the Mo family.

Mo Wen's sevenfold cultivation was also concentrated, and he couldn't even make eye contact with Mo Yuanke.

"What kind of ability is it to talk about slander behind your back, there is a kind of dignified fight with Mo Yun. I'm curious what you're going to do with him!"

"You ......!" Mo Wen was angry, but he didn't dare to refute. Whether it is Mo Yun or Mo Yuanke in front of him, it is not something he can offend now, and the only choice is to walk away.

Looking at Mo Wen's rapidly disappearing back, he was even more disappointed, and he was even more deeply worried about Mo Yun's next situation. He clenched his hands, his knuckles turning white, and he didn't know it.

There are no rules, there is no circle, a family has its own rules, and if they are violated, they will be punished. Although the Mo family is not a super powerful family, it is also one of the three major families in the ancient cold city, and there are also sword king masters in charge, and the clan rules are strict and terrifying.

The first rule of the clan is to kill the same clan and fight for your life!

With this alone, Mo Yun has already broken through a catastrophe, and only death can make up for it. For nearly a thousand years, there have been similar situations in the family, but there is only one result. The strictness of the clan rules makes it difficult for anyone to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Even as the prestige of the family is declining and the majesty is gradually withering, the clan rules are still enforced to the letter. Those old-fashioned elders will never allow the existence of daring to blaspheme the rules of the clan, they are the enforcers of the clan!

Seeing that there was no excitement to see, everyone chose to leave, and the martial arts arena gradually deserted.

Mo Yun was bound by the enforcers and taken to the family cell, before he loosened the sturdy rope, and then pushed him hard into one of the dark and solid prisons, and closed the door with a "pop!", without saying a word from beginning to end.

With just a slight stagger, he straightened up. A trace of anger appeared on the immature and resolute face, but it did not attack.

The two enforcers were slightly stunned, obviously not expecting this guy to fall. They each knew their own strength, and according to the strength just now, even if they were the strength of the Nine Gatherers, they would definitely not be able to resist their attack.

One of them was dressed in a black robe, with a cold aura all over his body, and his eyes were like a poisonous snake. He carefully looked at the cyan figure again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was inexplicable.

"Uh-huh~!Boy, since you're here, don't be presumptuous!" The black-robed enforcer warned coldly, then waved his hand and beckoned his companions to leave together.

He only felt as if a poisonous snake was swimming, and the cold was biting, and goosebumps stood up all over his body. It was only after the two of them left that they recovered.

couldn't help but secretly speak: I didn't expect that just two law enforcers had a terrifying momentum, and their strength went all the way, but it was not much weaker than Mo Kongyu.

Taking a deep breath of foul air, he began to look at the family's cell.

The cell was large and divided into more than a dozen rooms. Some of the land is dark and damp, while some of the land is spacious and bright, and even the warm sunlight is shining through.

Looking at the cell where he was being held, it was only seven or eight square meters in size, and there was only some hay on the ground, which was even more simple than his hut, which made him frown. If it comes, it will be safe, because it is not picky, but instead sits cross-legged on the ground and cultivates. He needed to open through the meridians of his whole body faster and step into the realm of a sword disciple.

The large cell was silent, except for the faint sound of spitting. His mind was already immersed in his body, and he didn't realize that there was another person outside the prison, and it was the mysterious figure who had appeared in the Sword Tower earlier.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe looked at the thin body in front of him who was trapped in cultivation, his eyes were deep, revealing a deep doting. He slowly stretched out his palm, and couldn't help but want to touch the latter's cheek. The cold iron fence the thickness of an egg is like a moat, and the gap between each one is only five centimeters, and the palm of the hand cannot penetrate it at all.

The middle-aged man's expression was ruthless, the power in his body had been mobilized, and a light purple light appeared on his wide palm, slowly approaching the fence. The sturdy iron bars made of cold iron are rapidly turning red under this hand, almost turning into iron juice.

What was strange and terrifying was that Mo Yun, who was close at hand, was still immersed in cultivation, and he didn't notice anything unusual at this time.

"If I were you, I would never do this!" An indifferent voice sounded in the middle-aged man's ears, shocking him all over, he could barely control his palm, the purple light suddenly soared, and the violent high temperature erupted, evaporating the egg-thick iron bar in an instant, melting a hole the size of a basin.

A cyan streamer flew out from the deeper part of the cell, and in an instant, it had already reached the middle-aged man, isolating the heat from the slightest hint.

In the shocked gaze of the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, the melted iron bars were quickly restored until there was no abnormality.

The scene in front of him is almost beyond the cognition of middle-aged people.

"Come here!" the voice said again, and something happened that made the middle-aged man in the brocade robe even more shocked. His body lost its control, and instead of taking a step, it fluttered forward mechanically, like a ghost.

In the last room of the cell, an old man was disheveled, his eyes were deep-set, his eyes were dirty, his pupils were scattered, his clothes were ragged, and his exposed palms were as thin as wood. To its left is a constantly flowing cloud of supernatural metal, emitting a soft, four-colored light.

How could it be! This cell had been empty for a long time, and there would be no one at all, but the scene in front of him made him have to believe it.

The middle-aged man's body was like an illusion, and he passed through the iron bar and entered the cell.

"Sit down, junior!" the old man did not speak, but the voice reached his ears. The latter no longer dared to speculate, and only after saluting respectfully did he dare to sit down cautiously. The person in front of him, no matter who he is, is not something he can offend. The biggest possibility is that this senior is the ancestor of the family!