After a long flute, Qin Wuxi couldn't stand Mo Qingling's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he blew it again for a while.

The soft sunlight shone on the mountain peaks, and the young girls sat cross-legged on the grass, and the melodious sound of the flute was as light as a cloud of smoke, and they swept in all directions.

The faint breeze blew by, ruffling the hair of the two, and the birds in the forest seemed to be preparing to return to their nests at this time, but after hearing the sound of the flute, they were hovering in mid-air!

A smart picture of a hundred birds is imprinted into everyone's eyes, which is very beautiful!

In the courtyard of the Mo family, Ling Qingfeng, who was waiting for Qin Wuxi, raised his eyebrows, looking at the scene of hundreds of birds hovering on the mountain peak, the sword light flashed in his eyes, and he retracted his gaze.

Then the corners of his mouth were raised, and at this time, he finally understood the reason why Mo Yuchen's face changed before.

This guy actually ran to Mo's house to hook up with Mo Yuchen's palm pearl, no wonder Mo Yuchen's face turned black to the bottom of the pot, it was really bold!

By the time the sound of the flute stopped, it was already getting late, and after Qin Wuxi and Mo Qingling talked for a while, they went down the mountain to the Mo family.

At this time, Ling Qingfeng had been waiting for a long time in the place where Qin Wuxi was fighting before.

"Qingfeng!" Qin Wuxi shouted as he looked at the man in the green shirt.

Ling Qingfeng nodded his head, but his gaze stayed on Mo Qingling's body, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Qingling, let me introduce you, this is the third prince of the Dongyang Dynasty, Ling Qingfeng!" Qin Wuxi pointed at Ling Qingfeng.

Mo Qingling's delicate body was shocked, obviously a little surprised, but when he came back to his senses, he said timidly: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Third Prince!"

Ling Qingfeng showed a rare smile on his face, his chin was lightly tapped, and he said, "You don't need to be so polite, just call me Qingfeng!"

Mo Qingling nodded, but he still lowered his head, not even daring to be just Ling Qingfeng.

Qin Wuxi smiled helplessly and said to Ling Qingfeng, "This is Uncle Mo's daughter, Mo Qingling!"

Ling Qingfeng nodded, and then said, "It's not early, we should go too!"

Qin Wuxi glanced at the western sky, and found that the sun was about to set into the cliff, and his chin was light.

Mo Qingling suddenly became a little reluctant when he heard this, and said timidly: "Brother Wuxi, are you leaving so soon?"

Qin Wuxi pinched her pink cheeks and said, "Don't worry, as long as Brother Wuxi is free, he will come to the Mo family to find you!"

"Really?"

"Of course, when did Big Brother Wuxi lie to you!" Qin Wuxi smiled brightly.

There was a mist rising in Mo Qingling's beautiful eyes, and he nodded heavily, watching Qin Wuxi and the two gradually leave.

"Qingling, remember to say to Uncle Mo for me!" Qin Wuxi turned around and beckoned!

"Got it!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the elder who pulled the figures of Qin Wuxi and Ling Qingfeng together, the two of them slowly stepped out of the door of the Mo family, and walked towards the inn where they lived again.

"I can't see you're so powerful!" Ling Qingfeng smiled abruptly at Qin Wuxi.

Qin Wuxi was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Of course, who do you think I am?"

Ling Qingfeng shook his head with a smile and said, "It seems that you haven't done this before!"

Qin Wuxi clapped his hands and said, "It's just seven or eight times!"

Ling Qingfeng: "No wonder!"

"But you're not afraid that Mo Yuchen will find out that he has picked your skin?"

Qin Wuxi was stunned for a moment, and said a little inexplicably: "It's just a fight with Mo Feng, why would Uncle Mo pick my skin?"

Ling Qingfeng was also stunned, with a black line on his face, and said, "I mean Mo Qingling!"

Qin Wuxi's face turned dark, and he suddenly glanced at him, and said, "I just think she is my sister!"

Ling Qingfeng smiled playfully and said, "But Mo Yuchen may not think like this!"

The corners of Qin Wuxi's mouth twitched, no wonder Mo Yuchen's face was unusually ugly every time he proposed to see Mo Qingling.

The two talked and laughed all the way, and their footsteps kept moving, and when they turned a street again, their footsteps suddenly stopped.

The lazy color that originally hung on the face slowly dissipated at this time!

Because they found that the street in front of them was empty!

In this imperial city, it is bustling and lively, and there is a lot of traffic, how can a street be so empty, let alone when this storm meeting is about to be held.

A strange feeling suddenly wrapped around his heart.

"Huh"

At the moment when Qin Wuxi's footsteps stopped, when they were puzzled in their hearts, an extremely sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

A sharp arrow burst out like lightning from the house, and the tricky arc pointed directly at the vests of Qin Wuxi and Ling Qingfeng.

The sudden attack also made the defenseless Qin Wuxi's face change slightly, and they hurriedly turned around, but the sharp arrows were close in front of them, and there was no way to dodge.

At the critical moment, Qin Wuxi's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and the divine soul in the divine palace roared out.

"Buzz!"

The sharp arrow froze in mid-air as if it had fallen into a quagmire, stopping half an inch in front of the two of them, and fell weakly.

Qin Wuxi and the two glanced at each other, their chins were lightly tapped, and their bodies suddenly retreated.

At the same time, a series of wind-breaking sounds suddenly sounded around him, and arrows burst towards Qin Wuxi like a torrential rain.

The piercing sound of breaking wind echoed in my ears for a long time.

Ling Qingfeng stepped out in one step, Qingfeng came out of the sheath, the sword light was bright, and a sword slashed out violently, the sword fell off the sword, and the arrow swept into the air.

The divine light in Qin Wuxi's eyes overflowed, and the invisible divine soul turned into more than a dozen sharp blades, shooting towards the surrounding houses like lightning, and a low muffled sound suddenly sounded, and more than a dozen people were silent in an instant.

And just as the two of them made a move, two blurred figures came out from behind them at some point, moving quickly, and the fist style was amazing.

The brilliant golden expanse rose from the body, and the golden light was magnificent, slowly condensing, turning into a golden ancient bell.

"The golden floating clock does not move!"

The golden ancient clock was overflowing with golden light, as if it was solid, and a sense of reckless strength slowly emanated.

"Bang!"

Two fists surging with majestic source power fell on the golden ancient bell one after another, and the loud bell rang suddenly, and an amazing wave of qi swept out, and the dust flew.

The seemingly indestructible ancient bell was full of cracks at this time, and in the blink of an eye, it exploded and dissipated as a point of light.

Qin Wuxi and Ling Qingfeng's figures exploded one after another, and Qin Wuxi felt that the qi and blood in his body were faintly churning, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

With an attempted blow, the two blurred figures suddenly stopped, and Qin Wuxi and the others cast their gloomy gazes.

Both of them were wearing black robes, covering their figures, as if they couldn't see anyone, but the majestic aura emanating from their bodies was Qin Wuxi's surprise.

Both of them are actually the strength of the Nine Layers of the Condensation Source Realm!

Qin Wuxi's eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

The two black-robed figures didn't say much, and their figures burst out in unison, and their fierce momentum was mixed with amazing killing intent.

Ling Qingfeng's source power exploded, his fierce aura seemed to tear through the night, his eyes surging with sword light, he looked at Qin Wuxi, and said, "One for each person?"

Qin Wuxi nodded, although the people who came were all from the Nine Folds of the Condensation Source Realm, but looking at his aura, it seemed that he had only just broken through the realm, and there was still a lot of gap between him and Ling Qingfeng, who was at the peak of the Nine Folds of the Condensation Source Realm!

Qin Wuxi clenched his palm, clenched the halberd in his hand, and said urgently: "Fight quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure burst out, Ling Qingfeng nodded, Qingfeng was shocked, and the sound of sword groaning suddenly sounded.

The four figures that exuded this majestic source power were constantly intertwined in this empty street, and fierce winds struck one after another.

The black-robed man who was fighting with Ling Qingfeng suddenly said loudly: "Don't keep your hands!"

He was also aware of Ling Qingfeng's majestic fluctuations, and what made him even more shocked was that he found that Ling Qingfeng's strength was not below him, and he was even more at a disadvantage when he fought alone.

As soon as the words fell, Qin Wuxi found that the man in front of him seemed to be a little more violent at this time, and his huge fists were surging with majestic source power.

That ferocious fist wind, even Qin Wuxi's flesh that had been cultivated through the Eight Desolations Battle Body still felt a little tingling.

Although the Ninth Layer of the Condensing Source Realm is only one weight higher than the Eighth Layer of the Condensing Source Realm, the gap between the two is not a little bit.

This can be seen from the fact that Qin Wuxi was able to draw with Mo Feng, who was at the peak of the eightfold peak of the Condensation Source Realm, but he was defeated by the person who had just entered the ninth level of the Condensation Source Realm in front of him.

Sensing the more violent source power fluctuations of the black-robed figure, Qin Wuxi didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, the source power in his body was running wildly, and the brilliant gold wrapped his whole body.

The black figure and the golden figure were constantly staggering, the fierce wind was raging, and another fist slammed into Qin Wuxi's arm, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming.

"What's going on?"

Qin Wuxi couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, his eyes were a little dazed, he could sense the sharp pain coming from his arm, and even faintly blood flowed out.

Then he looked at the black-robed man, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a pair of eyes stared at the man's fist, because his fist was wearing a fist at this time.

The dark gloves have some sharp spikes on them, and they look quite terrifying!

Qin Wuxi's eyes became extremely gloomy, and a cold killing intent suddenly erupted from him, and the green tendons on his blood-dripping arms surged.

"Playing yin, right?"

Qin Wuxi grinned at him, Bai Sensen's teeth were more terrifying like the fangs of a fierce beast.

Then his hands suddenly sealed, and a ray of light burst out from the center of his eyebrows, rising against the storm.

The Xuanao Divine Array of tens of zhang in size was suspended in the void, and an indescribable fluctuation slowly emanated.

"In that case, then you have to play with me to the end!"