As soon as he heard that he was going to lead the team, Mu Qing was full of unwillingness, and two words were revealed in his eyes: trouble!

The sword-wielding elder of the Twelve Peaks reminded in a low voice, Elder Mu, don't show your emotions so obviously, you are also the sect master, give face.

When Mu Qing heard this, it seemed to be such a truth, and his eyes revealed another sentence: Zi Donglai is a bastard, Lao Tzu wants to strangle him!

"Huh?!" Elder Twelve Peaks Holding the Sword was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Elder Mu is really a man of temperament. ”

Not long after, the elders appeared one after another and sat down, and in front of tens of thousands of martial arts disciples, thirteen teams assembled.

They are the pride of heaven who have been carefully selected, and five people from each team are eligible to participate in the Daozhou trial and win the leader.

Of course, the Nine Great Sects will not be absent, but the situation in Daowen Prefecture is already like this, and they don't have to come over as in previous years.

With Zi Donglai appearing, the originally noisy square instantly quieted down.

Compared with Crane Mingzi's encouraging words, Zi Donglai is obviously much worse, and after a toss, he only mentions the fighting spirit of a small number of people.

Mu Qing looked around left and right, not caring about this, and then heard Zi Donglai start to introduce the rules of Daozhou.

After a series of rules were finished, he began to introduce the leader of the elder this time.

The twelve teams in front were all unbeatable, and they were still the elders of the year, but when they introduced Mu Qing, everyone's faces changed instantly.

Only Mu Qing was resentful, like a little daughter-in-law.

When Zi Donglai, who was not far away, saw it, he laughed twice, and said, "This time there is the White Emperor." ”

Suddenly, Mu Qing's fighting spirit was suddenly high, and the tiredness in his eyes was swept away.

He also ignored the expressions of Zi Donglai and the other elders, looked at the disciples from the Thirteen Peaks, and shouted: "Listen to Lao Tzu, the people of the White Sword Sect will kill one when they see one, and one will count as one, even if a dog kills me stewed broth." Don't be afraid of any backstage, Lao Tzu is your backstage. Even if the sky falls, I will give it to you, and remember one sentence for me: If you kill the White Sword Sect, there is no return! ”

"Haha-ka-......"

Mu Qing was extremely emotional, rampant, he had already subconsciously stood on the table, showing a wild smile, without the demeanor of a decent and strong man.

When the disciples of the Thirteen Peaks saw Mu Qing let out wild words, they shouted one after another:

"Annihilate the White Sword Sect! Elder Mu is mighty! ”

"Annihilation of the White Sword!"

Immediately afterwards, all the disciples of the Thirteen Peaks began to shout, and even the Thirteen Elders clapped their hands helplessly, saying in their hearts, with Elder Mu here, who would dare to bully my Thirteenth Elder ......

His heart was already full of bulls, and his eyes were shining with golden light, as if he saw the day he rose in the martial arts gate.

"I feel that Elder Mu ..... Looks like a bad guy. The disciples of the other peaks muttered.

Mu Qing stood on the table, his arms outstretched, and the killing intent in his eyes emerged, although it was not aimed at them, it was still terrifying.

Seeing that Mu Qing used this strange method to motivate his disciples, the other leading elders knew that they had to stand up and speak.

Otherwise, the disciples of this trial will all become bloodthirsty monsters, although this is a good thing, but it is true that they can survive.

And it is not wise to completely offend the White Sword Sect, although the predecessors of the Savage King are also there.......

Suddenly, the thoughts of each leader and elder came to one place: "Yes, the senior of the Savage King is here." ”

They suddenly understood where Mu Qing's confidence came from.

Boom!

There was a sound of the soles of his feet stepping on the table next to him, which frightened Zi Donglai and looked at him viciously.

Soon, his gaze narrowed, and all the leading elders stood on the table, and spoke one after another: "Kill me, the sky is falling, we will stand on it!" ”

"I'm afraid to beg, the bullshit Di Qingzong is a group of shrinking turtles, the five of you give the old man all your strength and kill them with all their might!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to ask my master to bring out the six-rank spirit array for you to use......"

"In ten days, I will refine the best elixir for the five of you......"

The twelve leading elders suddenly became full of confidence because they thought of someone.

Their impassioned enthusiasm really provoked a fiery response from the audience, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, resounding through the sky and shaking the sky.

Zi Donglai faced this scene and smiled dumbly.

Immediately, he also raised his right hand and shouted in unison: "Martial arts are brilliant and prosperous!" ”

"What! Sect Master, you should say at this time that the group of dogs you killed will be cut off. Mu Qing suddenly rushed over, and his speed was very fast, as if he was teleporting.

This made the hearts of the elders present throb: he had indeed become stronger!

Zi Donglai looked embarrassed and talked in secret language; "Isn't that right?"

"Trust me." Mu Qing gave a thumbs up and smiled confidently.

Then, Zidonglai did so.

Then, the emotions of the audience were completely detonated, and the elders of the inner gate couldn't help but get up and chant words like 'Annihilate the Nine Sects Alliance'.

After a pledge meeting, the Martial Arts Sect was not calm for a long time, and everyone's emotions were still impassioned, and they even rubbed their hands, and they couldn't wait to take the stage to teach the disciples of the Nine Sects.

As said at the conference, the leaders and elders showed their own skills to increase the strength of the team.

Mu Qing, as one of them, naturally did not hide his secrets.

He told the five that two days later, in the morning, he would ask Lu Ya'er to take them to Purple Mountain.

This is Zidonglai to build a separate attic for him.

On the way over, the delicate girl was a little worried, and asked many times: "Senior sister, is Elder Mu really kind?" ”

When she saw Mu Qing shouting that she was going to kill the disciples of the White Sword Sect, she was really scared, as if he was a real demon monk at that time.

The other four people were very helpless, thinking back to that day, because they were in it, they didn't feel much, and now they calm down, it seems that something is really wrong.

A few years have passed, and the green buds have come out and fallen slim, and with the cultivation of Elder Xiang, he is now a Tiancang monk.

She is the fifth of the ten heavenly pride of the Martial Arts Sect, and her strength is strong.

Facing the inquiries of several senior sisters and brothers, Lu Ya'er shook her head and said with a smile: "Uncle Mu hasn't seen him angry for so many years, and there is still Elder Ye, don't worry." ”

Bang dang!

Before he could get close to the courtyard, there was a loud noise in the house, like an iron kettle falling to the ground.

Then, an angry scolding came out: "Ye Lao, if you kill it, I will kill your chicken!" ”

"It's just a broken fox, what's so good? I'll go catch a new one for you tomorrow, Jiupin, no! Top 10 grades! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, yesterday you said that you were going to catch the eleventh grade, but Lao Tzu didn't even see a hair......"

"That's because it's too cunning, Childe, you can't blame me for that." As soon as the Savage King finished speaking, a black shadow quickly jumped out, and then a series of ping-pong sounds came from the room, accompanied by the Savage King's angry scolding and screaming.

Several people stood outside the fence and saw Mu Qing grabbing a handful of fox fur, holding the white fox with a bald head, and walking out of the house angrily, with scratches on his face.

Seeing this, Lu Ya'er's face stiffened, and she hurriedly pushed the door in: "Uncle Mu, you ....... You okay? ”

"He's fine, I'm fine." Elder Ye was extremely resentful, and when he walked out of the inner hall, his clothes were torn, and there were seven or eight blood marks on his face, which looked much more serious than Mu Qing.

The two of them didn't have a big deal, and Lu Ya'er breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and at the same time thought that if she really fought, she really didn't know what to do.

The five disciples behind him were full of black lines: "Uh...... Didn't you say, with a good temper? ”