Between the sacrificial tables

Murong Feng not only didn't let go, but also took a step closer, "I don't understand what Senior Brother is saying."

Seeing that he had to move an inch, Yuxi couldn't help but hold the sword in his hand into his arms, and his smile turned cold, "Senior brother, if you don't understand, someone will understand."

"Yes, Senior Brother, get out of the way, we are looking for Senior Brother Hanmo, not you."

"That's it, senior brother, it's not too early, your old man should go back and rest early, don't be a big hero here."

"Yes, yes, hurry up and go back to wash and sleep, don't flash your waist, and then go to the sect master to sue us, we don't dare to do it."

"Hahahaha, no, what else would he do besides sue?"

Miao Yuan, who had just arrived in front of the door of the sacrificial platform outside, heard their laughter, and was so angry that she wanted to rush in and beat them, but Hua Rong on the side stretched out her hand to stop her.

"Senior brother!!" Miao Yuan was just about to say something, when she saw Hua Rong and Han Liang holding one of her arms, and at the same time quickly took her to the side behind the stone pillar and hid.

After that, they saw a swarm of disciples come out. Each of them has different clothes, there are disciples on duty, there are disciples in the same door, but there are no closed disciples.

Also, several closed disciples who participated in the sacrificial ceremony this time are all on the sacrificial platform at this moment.

Hua Rong saw that they were far away, so she wanted to let go of her hand, but Miao Yuan broke free of them one step faster than them.

"Senior sister?!" Hua Rong and Han Liang's eyes widened, broken, and about to suffer.

Miao Yuan shook them off, raised her feet and walked out from behind the stone pillar, and ran quickly in the direction of the altar.

"Hurry up, hurry up, ......" Hua Rong urged and hurriedly chased after him.

Han Liang was anxious: "I'll just say something is going to happen!"

I knew that I wouldn't come, who would have thought that the disciple representative sent by Xiangyu Mountain this time would be His Royal Highness Yuxi, the little immortal of the Immortal Clan, isn't this a narrow road.

The last time it wasn't over yet, this time it seems like revenge is coming.

On the altar

As soon as Han Mo heard what they said, he knew that they were coming at him tonight. He pulled Murong Feng away and greeted them alone.

"I don't know what kind of enmity and injury Senior Brother Yuxi wants to talk to me?"

Yuxi was angry when he saw his arrogant appearance, and remembered that he had copied the rules of the sect by hand and lay on the bed to recuperate from his injuries during this time, so he couldn't get angry.

What a cold ink, he dared to stand up for that little ghost of the ghost clan, and used the power of the ancient artifact Moon Heart Sword to knock him out of mid-air, causing him to lose face in front of everyone.

Because of this incident, he was punished to kneel for three hours in the main hall of Feng Lingxuan, and copied the rules of the sect fifty times, so that his hands were about to be abolished, and he couldn't even lift the sword when he was practicing, and finally recovered a little before this sacrificial ceremony, but he didn't expect that this cold ink ghost would not go away, and he was also in this sacrificial ceremony.

So, he couldn't help it, and this is tonight's play.

Yuxi sneered, "Have you forgotten that when you competed, you couldn't win?"

Han Mo was puzzled, "Why am I not victorious?"

Yuxi's face changed suddenly, "You dare to say that you don't have a victory?"

"That's right! It's obviously Senior Brother Hanmo, you used the power of the Moon Heart Sword to defeat our junior brother, and you still don't admit it?"

"Yes, yes, we all saw it at the time, it was because of him that our little junior brother was so seriously injured, and he hasn't recovered until now."

"But no, the backlash power of the Moon Heart Sword is so strong, even if you hurt the little junior brother and don't admit your mistake, do you still want to deny it?"

Murong Feng couldn't listen anymore, and was just about to come forward to theorize a few words, when he saw a familiar figure suddenly appear behind their disciple of Xiangyu Mountain.

Miao Yuan went up and pushed away the few senior brothers who were blocking in front of Han Mo, and said angrily, "What are you guys doing here? Xingshi asks for sin? Or do you want to bully more and bully less, and use power to bully others?!"

Several senior brothers were pushed away by surprise and almost fell on the altar, but they reacted by themselves

Hurry, stabilize your body, otherwise you have to fall a dog and eat.

Being treated like this, several people were very unhappy, and they were just about to find someone to settle accounts and collect them, but they saw that the person who pushed them away was the little highness of the ghost clan, Miao Yuan.

In an instant, several people didn't dare to spread the fire, and they didn't dare to ask for it, so they had to argue in disguise.

"Is it Senior Sister Miaoyuan?"

"We're talking to Senior Brother Hanmo about that day's competition."

Miao Yuan stretched out her hand to protect Han Mo's body, and Nuo Huan, who ran from behind, then stepped up to her side to protect her. One man and one beast, surrounded in front of Han Mo, looked very fierce, "That thing has passed, what is there to say?"

"Don't you just want to use this as an excuse to bully Senior Brother Hanmo again!"

"Let's ......" A few people were just about to explain, when they saw Miaoyuan on the other side not giving an inch.

"I won't let you hurt him! Yuxi's injury that day was because he was defeated, and it was he who hurt me in the front, and I couldn't complain about others."

Yuxi, who had never spoken, was very impatient and irritable when he saw her, but now he became more and more angry when he saw that she was so protective of Hanmo in and out of her words, implying that he deserved it.

"Yan Miaoyuan! Don't go too far! It's really my fault for hurting you, and I can apologize to you. But that Han Mo used the Moon Heart Sword to knock me down high in front of everyone's eyes, and I couldn't let him go."

He couldn't swallow the wrath of the crowd.

Miao Yuan chuckled, "Why did I knock you down, didn't you have any points in your heart?"

Yuxi's face turned cold.

"Isn't it because you knocked me behind that Senior Brother Hanmo hurt you behind?"

"Yan, Miao, Yuan!" Yuxi gritted his teeth, he forgot that she had a good mouth.

The little girl in front of Hanmo met to protect herself, and a warm flow flowed in her heart, but he was really afraid that Yuxi would bring her anger.

He reached out and pulled the little girl behind him and whispered, "I'm fine."

Miao Yuan grabbed the corner of his clothes anxiously, "How can you be okay? So many people are dealing with you!"

They are obviously prepared, looking at the menacing posture of these people, I am afraid that the power of cultivation and magic is not low.

Murong Feng walked forward quickly, worried, "Senior sister, why are you here? You're coming alone?"

Miao Yuan shook her head, and was just about to say that she didn't come alone, when someone opened her mouth one step ahead of her.

"Yo? Which play are you singing tonight? What about so many people?"

Everyone turned around in surprise, and saw Hua Rong holding a precious jade gilt folding fan in his hand, fanning it elegantly in front of him, and there was a smile on his lips to watch the show.

Han Liang, who followed beside him, was holding a long sword in his arms, although it was also a casual gesture, but it seemed to be ready for a fight.

It seems that they are also here to help Hanmo.

Yuxi chuckled, the coldness in her eyes becoming more and more obvious. He doesn't like it, no, it's very annoying now, so to speak.

If Fang Cai simply came to Hanmo for revenge, then at this moment, he had an urge to kill.

Han and Mo, provoked him, and still want to retreat easily? Impossible, he Yuxi has never been afraid of anyone since he was a child.

"Ling Xiao—" Yuxi clenched the long sword in his arms and called to him.

"Ding," the sword shook violently at his call, and the white-purple light around it became brighter and brighter.

"Senior Brother Huarong came just in time, I'll let you watch a good show tonight."

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