Osawa is talking about the water in front of him, which is boundless, like the sea, and the ripples on the surface of the water ripple with the gust of wind blowing through, and the air is filled with a humid atmosphere. It's early in the morning, and when the sun shines down, Osawa is like wearing a golden feather coat, lying still, but exuding a unique charm that makes people feel yearning.

But what really amazed Bai Mo was not the scenery here, but the lineup of monks standing on the bank of Daze.

The nine sects of the Wumang Realm all appeared here, and none of the monks who were selected to participate in the battle of Daitian Mujia were absent. Because everyone knows that if this point does not appear here, what awaits them will be overdue. And Bai Mo was still thinking before, did the Nine Sects just send some so-called spirit masters to participate in the battle? Now looking at the scene in front of him, he realized that he was wrong, and he was quite wrong.

The Great Spirit Master of the Xuanzhu Realm is like a cabbage that doesn't want money here, and it can be seen everywhere. The nine sects are clearly distributed, occupying nine positions, and among their respective sects, the number of great spirit masters accounts for more than half. Five out of the ten monks are Great Spirit Masters, not to mention, the high-level Great Spirit Masters can be seen everywhere here. Such a lineup may not be a big deal in the Wumang world, but if it appears in the Canglan interface, it will definitely cause an uproar.

Compared with the Nine Sects, even the weakest Black Demon Sect, the Falling Dragon City in the Canglan interface, is the type that is instantly killed.

"Brother, we're finally safe now. Jin Wujian said with a smile, and the nerves that had been tense were not relaxed until this time. Appearing here, with the large army of the Great Yang Sect, no one dares to make a move, this is also the rule of the Wumang Realm, if anyone dares to make trouble at this time, it means that he is the enemy of the Nine Sects.

Of course, there is one exception to this, and that is the Black Slayer Sect.

But Jin Wujian is not wrong, they are safe now.

"I've seen the young master!"

With the appearance of Jin Wujian and his party, the monks of the Great Yang Sect and the Qiushui Sect all came over and said respectfully. Jin Wujian is the son of the sect master of the Great Yang Sect, and Ziluan is the daughter of the sect master of the Qiushui Sect, so he can't be presumptuous against the great spirit masters in these two sects. The Great Spirit Master is really not a powerful character in the Wumang Realm, so naturally he has no qualifications to stand in his own way in front of Jin Wujian and them.

"You've done a great job. Jin Wujian said indifferently.

If it was in the past, Ziluan would definitely lead the monks of the Qiushui Sect to leave, but there were too many things to experience along the way, and she didn't want to leave Jin Wuqian half a step now, so the Qiushui Sect stood with the Great Yang Sect.

"Murong Xiaoyu!"

When Bai Mo stood beside him, looking at the lineup in front of him, he suddenly felt two hot eyes projecting on, and when he looked over, he found that it was Murong Xiaoyu, and he was now standing in the ranks of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Murong Xiaoyu blinked his eyes, he couldn't see any hostility on his face, and when he touched the gaze projected by Bai Mo, instead of being angry, he smiled.

Just rushed this, Bai Mo knew that Murong Xiaoyu was not simple. If he guessed correctly, so far Murong Xiaoyu has not mentioned the real cause of Wang Chuanyi's death to anyone.

"Brother Bai, don't come unharmed!" Just as Bai Mo was pondering, Murong Xiaoyu unexpectedly stepped forward and stood in front of Bai Mo, the smile on his face was as charming as ever.

It's just that the current white ink doesn't have the slightest intention of appreciation.

"Murong Xiaoyu, I said that if you dare to talk to me like this again, I won't be done with you!" Bai Mo said unmoved.

"Giggles!"

Murong Xiaoyu laughed lightly, ignoring the surprised eyes of many monks around him, and guessed who Bai Mo was, and he could make Murong Xiaoyu stand up and say hello in person, not to mention, but more importantly, he still accompanied Jin Wujian and Ziluan. has something to do with the three sons all of a sudden, this man is definitely not simple.

"If you want to be with the slave family, why are you endless? If the slave family can't get your heart, the slave family will let you remember my person. You said that if the slave family makes you hate the slave family, isn't it a good thing?" Murong Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"Murong Xiaoyu, what exactly do you want to do?" Jin Wujian walked over from the side and said coldly.

"Murong Xiaoyu, you'd better put away your unscrupulous thoughts. Otherwise, even if you try to tear up the eight contracts, I, the Qiushui Sect, will have to seek justice from you. Ziluan stood beside Jin Wujian and said with a cold face.

After Murong Xiaoyu's eyes crossed the two of them, they fell on Bai Mo, still with that kind of charming smile, but as if he was startled when he heard the words of Jin Wuqian and the two just now, he actually patted his chest pretendically, revealing a look of fear.

"Brother Bai, did you hear that? They actually scared the slave family. What's wrong with the slave family? Didn't the slave family just meet Brother Bai by chance on the road and say a few words to Brother Bai? As for making Brother Jin and Ziluan so excited? Brother Bai, do you say that? Do you hate the slave family so much?" Murong Xiaoyu said pitifully.

Murong Xiaoyu's words made Bai Mo's eyes flicker, his eyelids narrowed, and he glanced up and down at Murong Xiaoyu, just when Jin Wuqian and the others were slightly stunned, a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Bai Mo's mouth. Then he made a move that made everyone feel stunned, and even Murong Xiaoyu was stunned on the spot, and he didn't react for a long time to figure out what was going on.

"What Xiao Yu said is, Brother Jin, there is no need to be so nervous, Xiao Yu and I are in love, and we hate to see each other. Bai Mo stepped forward as he spoke, directly stopped Murong Xiaoyu's shoulder, and patted him twice.

The audience was shocked!

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, and they all stared blankly, until the incident happened, no one dared to believe that it was true, Murong Xiaoyu, this strange thing, was actually hugged by someone. Not only did he hug him, but looking at his current expression, he was clearly shocked.

What kind of wonder is this called white ink!

How dare you make such a move!

Don't you know that this means a provocation to Murong Xiaoyu?

Sure enough, after a short period of stunned thought, a chill suddenly appeared on Murong Xiaoyu's handsome face, and with a clever movement, he threw Bai Mo's hand away, and then continued to wipe his clothes as if he was very disgusted. It was as if Bai Mo's actions just now made Murong Xiaoyu's clothes dirty.

"You... How dare you do that?" Murong Xiaoyu's tone changed, becoming very sharp and harsh.

"How dare I do that, you are a slave, a slave, and you want me to remember and hate you, is it too much for me to do this? Xiao Yu, don't you have that feeling of hating to see each other late? Or the two of us will find a secluded place now, so that we can talk about him for a few days and nights. You know, I'm a person with good physical fitness, so it's a piece of cake to do these things. ”