The strong man is very strong, and some people recognize him as Qiu Zong's sword-wielding elder, and he is powerful.

He just stood there and brought people an unspeakable sense of oppression, and the most important thing was that his cultivation was extremely powerful.

Jiupin Danying, this is already the top combat power in the sinking realm, and in the near future, it will become a super-first-class powerhouse.

The old housekeeper was a little breathless in his heart, and turned his head to look at Mu Qing, who was still eating, unmoved.

He was anxious, why are you still calm? Can't you see the situation clearly?

Then, he thought about it, could it be that he was worried about the attack of the Twelve Sects?

People will always believe what they want to believe.

"Bushan Gongzi, please ...... today" He just spoke, and before he could finish talking about the remuneration to be paid by the Mo family, he was interrupted by Mu Qing.

Mu Qing wiped his mouth, sat up from the chair, and walked forward step by step in front of everyone.

Seeing Mu Qing so calm, Mo Bufan frowned.

He thought that Yu Baishan was not what it used to be, and immediately lowered his voice: "Brother Bushan, this matter has nothing to do with you, please leave." ”

"What did you say?" Mu Qing snorted, then tilted his head and looked at him with a smile.

This smile made Mo Bufan suddenly stunned.

What do you mean? Does he really have a solution? Or is it just hypocritical and wants to get out along the steps?

He frowned, and suddenly there was a group of depression and anger in his heart, but he thought that Mu Qing was a life-saver after all, and now he could be counted as a retribution.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, please leave Brother Bushan first." ”

Yu Baishan didn't speak, he looked at Mu Qing very carefully, he had just been reminded by the sword elder, and learned that Mu Qing's strength was unfathomable.

Now he only hopes that Mu Qing will not interfere, and finally get a chance to turn over, and he doesn't want to be interrupted like this.

The old butler's face changed several times, and he really wanted to remind the young master that he must not nod, this is a lifesaver, and he can't let it go easily.

In the end, Mu Qing left in full view of everyone, and brought Jiucaier and a group of people who drank and laughed together.

Seeing Mu Qing really leaving, the old housekeeper's heart was like ashes, and Yu Baishan let out a sigh.

The others didn't say anything, they knew that if they were themselves, they were afraid that they would have left a long time ago, and they could sit there and eat calmly, which was also a ruthless person.

Coming to the central corridor, Mu Qing looked back at the hall over there.

Sure enough, suddenly there was a fight.

For a moment, everyone scattered and fled, the entire attic was shaking, and countless sawdust was scattered like sharp swords, with unparalleled lethality.

Suddenly, the two table legs flew in, and before Mu Qing could make a move, Jiucai'er turned around and lay sideways in front of her, and when her fingers flicked, the colorful sound waves visible to the naked eye instantly turned into a barrier.

Then, with a bang, the table leg slammed into the barrier and shattered on the spot.

The scattered pieces of wood chips pierced directly through the beams, which was extremely striking.

She held hands and wanted to leave with Mu Qing, but Mu Qing easily broke free and said with a smile: "Don't you wonder which of them will survive?" ”

At this moment, Jiucai'er was suddenly stunned!

Who the hell is this guy?

She was suspicious of Mu Qing's identity, before, he sat in the room extremely calm, if it was really a life-saving benefactor, why was he indifferent?

Also, she observed carefully and found that when Mu Qing learned about the grievances between Yu Baishan and the Mo family, Mu Qing's eyes obviously showed a trace of pity.

Who's that pitiful? Mo Bufan, or Yu Baishan?

The most important thing is that the old housekeeper asked for help just now, not directly shouting the name of the pavilion master, but the man in front of him?

All kinds of signs show that Mu Qing's identity is by no means as simple as it appears.

After several hesitations, she held the pipa and stood behind Mu Qing, her beautiful eyes wandering between the battlefields, and decided to stay?

"Not leaving?"

"The prince is here, I don't dare to leave, the pavilion master will blame." She said bluntly.

Mu Qing shook his shoulders, didn't care, and immediately walked to the side and sat down, and then watched the battle of relatives on the battlefield.

Yu Baishan can become a holy son, his own strength is naturally there, and at this time, the three of them will not fall behind in the battle against Mo Bufan.

It's hard to imagine how much this guy paid for revenge.

On the other hand, Qiu Zong's sword and the old butler were not as gorgeous as a few juniors, and their moves were simple, but their moves were deadly.

Probably for fear of offending more people, they always fixed the battlefield in a wide area, which freed up a lot of excellent viewing places.

Looking at Jiucai'er, Mu Qing didn't know where to take out a handful of peanuts, and said with a smile: "It's still holding the pipa and half-covering his face, but it's the right time." ”

At first, Jiucai'er, who was still concentrating on watching the battle, still cared, but then the aftermath echoed, and then she looked at the man in front of her with surprised and complicated eyes.

She paused and said, "Is this from Childe?" ”

"Uh....." Mu Qing laughed twice and said truthfully: "Everyone in the literary world has nothing to do with me. ”

"I wish I could see it." Jiucai'er smiled, probably confirming what she thought, and that surprise disappeared.

In the distance, Yu Baishan was hit, hit in the shoulder, spilling out a large amount of blood, and his bones were shattered, and he was attacked by Wang Xiaoming.

But this injury is obviously not worth mentioning for him.

Yu Baishan shot ruthlessly, and he was also to himself, slamming his left hand and slapping it over, full of force.

This palm was mixed with treasure magic, and there was energy in the air, crushing countless objects, and the dust was filled in the air, causing a series of explosions, almost killing Wang Xiaoming.

The line of sight was blocked, but relying on the soul power that was stronger than the three of them, Yu Baishan seized the opportunity and summoned a three-foot white sword, splitting out a chilling sword qi.

The sword qi surged around, and the walls of the entire room were shattered, Mo Bufan stepped out in one step, rotated his hands, and performed the body protection treasure technique, determined to carry this killing move alone.

However, he clearly underestimated the power of the White Mountain.

Before he could make contact, his body protection treasure technique was shattered, and the silver light that bloomed outside his body exploded, instantly annihilating.

Then, a line of blood flashed through the air, and it was fleeting.

This sword struck Mo Bufan's chest, his ribs were cut off, and the injury was hideous.

In an instant, his whole body flew out upside down, smashing the wall at the same time, he kept snorting, spitting blood from his mouth, and his breath suddenly withered.

Han Meimei on the side made a move, but Yu Baishan was obviously not interested in her, so she slashed at will, but she flew and kicked her, directly kicked her away, and fell to the top level.

Seeing this, Mu Qing waved his right hand, and silver-white silk threads flew out from his fingertips, catching her, and immediately swinging into the attic on the fifth floor, and quickly stopped.

"Why didn't Childe make a move in the first place?" Jiucaier was a little puzzled.

She saw that Mu Qing was powerful, but she didn't know his exact strength, and now she believed that it was definitely more powerful than the group of people who were present.

"Haven't you heard? Mo Dahai calculates his own family, and his father and son repay their debts, which is as it should be. Han Meimei took a righteous shot, got a little injured, and just suffered a little, why bother with her life? ”

Mu Qing sat lazily in his chair, he had already focused his attention on the old butler.