Jin Ling quietly took off his spatial ring, collected his weapon, and dragged it into the forest. After resting for a while, he slowly approached the place where Mo Xian'er and the others were.

In the forest, Mo Feng seemed to have some movements, only to hear the sound of his clothes being undressed, and then Mo Xian'er exclaimed: "You, what are you going to do! Obscene! Don't mess around! You are my cousin!"

Mo Feng smiled: "It's just a cousin, not a brother or sister! And Xian'er, you are really forgetful, didn't you just say that you don't recognize me as a cousin!"

As soon as Jin Ling wanted to rush out, he felt a sharp pain in his back, which made him feel weak and short of breath, and he lay on the ground, gasping for breath. In addition, he used an instantaneous step just now to kill the immortal named Tinghua, and the immortal power in his body was consumed by more than one-third. He knew that he could never be that Mo Feng's opponent.

There was a sound of clothes, accompanied by Mo Xian'er's exclamation, Jin Ling couldn't hesitate any longer, poured a few pills of the wound medicine that Ling Linlin gave him at will, swallowed them one by one, and then pretended to be calm, laughed a long time, and walked over from the woods.

"Who is it!" Mo Feng's voice came from ahead.

A few feet ahead, in a small clearing in the forest, Mo Xian'er, dressed in white, fell to the ground, her hands tied behind her by a rope that couldn't stop glowing blue. In front of her, a young man in a green robe, with a thin face and a terrifying paleness, looked at her with deep eyes.

The eyes are dark red, almost like non-human eyes. Seeing such a vision, Jin Ling felt very familiar, and he subconsciously remembered the blood pool on the Spirit Mountain.

This young man must be what Mo Feng is. Fortunately, he didn't have any other helpers by his side, just alone.

Compared with three years ago, Mo Xian'er has a much more beautiful and mature complexion, and her body has grown a lot taller, although she fell to the ground, she can see that her figure is also very good, no wonder Mo Feng is also tempted. However, she now has three or four scars on her body, which seem to have been injured by whip-like weapons, and the injuries are not deep, most of them are just to limit her ability to move and not kill them.

Mo Feng looked at the person who came lightly, a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, not very outstanding, an intermediate immortal cultivator, wearing the Xuanyi of an ordinary disciple of the Mountain and Sea Sect. I thought I had alarmed some strong person in the Shanhai Sect, but it turned out to be a gatekeeper disciple.

Listening carefully, there was no other sound, Mo Feng's mouth smiled and showed a faint smile line, and he let go of his heart.

Mo Xian'er didn't recognize Jin Ling at first, Jin Ling's body was much taller and stronger, and his complexion was a little whiter when he was promoted to an intermediate immortal. A young man is very powerful in disguise at the age of fourteen or fifteen. But when she saw Douzi coming over, she recognized it and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"It's you! come and save me!"

As soon as the words came out, Mo Xian'er regretted it, and she also saw the immortal power on Jin Ling's body, but she was just an intermediate immortal. Also, it has only been more than three years, and he can cultivate from the original junior immortal to the intermediate immortal, which is a normal level. He has already been promoted to a junior immortal master, and he is far from being this Mo Feng's opponent. What can this guy do?

Do you want him to come and die?

"Little brother, this is an internal matter of our Mo family. If you have nothing to do, don't meddle. Mo Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of warning, and the red light flashed at the same time, and at the same time, he used the immortal power of his whole body like a demonstration.

A blue glow, a faint blue glow.

Junior Immortal Venerable.

Immortals, Immortal Masters, Immortal Sects, Immortal Venerables.

Intermediate Immortal, Senior Immortal, Junior Immortal, Intermediate Immortal, Senior Immortal, Junior Immortal, Intermediate Immortal, Intermediate Immortal, Senior Immortal, Junior Immortal. Jin Ling was eight levels worse than him.

Then, Mo Feng wiped the space ring on his hand, and a silver whip that was a few feet long and full of tiny barbs was fastened on his hand, and under the urging of the fairy power, it exuded a faint blue glow, and it kept throbbing, as if it was a long snake that could choose someone to devour at any time.

Of course, Mo Feng was not afraid of fighting a mid-level immortal, he was worried that killing the people of the Shanhai Sect would provoke the strong people in the sect to attack. That's when it's troublesome. It's best to scare him away.

Jin Ling smiled faintly at him and said, "Between my cousins and sisters, why kill each other, how bad is this." While speaking, he secretly digested the medicinal power, and at the same time, a blue-level immortal crystal had fallen into the palm of his hand, slowly absorbing the immortal power in it.

Mo Feng saw his movements, and also saw the blood stains on the blade claws. At this time, blood was dripping down from the tip of the snow-bright blade. snorted in his heart, but he was a little impressed, this kid, did he meet Tinghua just now, how long has it been, and Tinghua has not come back. Could it be that a junior immortal sect died in his hands in an instant?

Anyway, the person who killed me in Ice Wind Immortal City, even if the strong person in the sect makes a move, I have something to say. He secretly thought in his heart, now that the old thing is dead, the token has arrived, hurry up and solve this stinky girl and this kid left, and the night is long and dreamy.

The plan has been decided, and suddenly the long whip waved, and with a hula, he swept towards Jin Ling!

The long whip stirred up a moving whistling sound of breaking through the air, and it was about to slash heavily on Jin Ling's face!

"Floating Yuan Shield!"

Jin Ling drew a large circle with both hands, and then a shield composed of a layer of white immortal power blocked in front of him.

Rumble!

The long whip smashed the floating shield to pieces, like a whirlwind of clouds. Under this gear, Jin Ling got a chance to breathe, and with an instantaneous step, he instantly rushed to Mo Feng's body, stabbing with both claws!

Mo Feng's long whip was more than a zhang long, and Jin Ling's pair of blade claws were only a foot long, and the length was nearly ten to one. An inch long, an inch strong. If you want to not lose to the opponent in the blade, you can only get close to the body and grapple, so that the long whip cannot play to its advantage.

But Jin Ling miscalculated, his instantaneous steps were very fast, but the blue light flashed under Mo Feng's feet, and the person had also retreated to Zhang Xu in an instant!

"The Mo family's family heirloom is Qingyundu!Be careful, don't compete with him!" Mo Xian'er reminded loudly on the side.

If it was an intermediate immortal who used Qingyundu, his speed would naturally not be as fast as Jin Ling's instantaneous steps. But Mo Feng is a junior immortal sect, which takes advantage of the cultivation of a big advantage, and the speed of this Qingyun crossing technique is not worse than Jin Ling's instantaneous step.

"Boy, there are some doorways!" Mo Feng said in a dark voice, and then the long whip whipped again.

Jin Ling unfolded some footwork, barely dodging. Mo Xian'er knew Mo Feng's whip technique, and gave advice on the side, but after all, she couldn't catch up with the attack speed of the two.

Jin Ling kept shouting.

Although he was an enhanced version of an intermediate immortal, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could defeat a junior immortal sect-level powerhouse. This is done either to stall for time or to create a stir and get the attention of others. The sect now has two teams conducting assessments, including Gong Xianghai, a junior immortal sect level of the inner gate, and Feng Yuelan, a person who seems to have practiced powerful exercises.

"I said Master Mo, you are a big man, like a little woman, waving a whip and making a gesture, like words?"

"Have you ever heard a pastoral song sung in the grassland village, and in that far away place, there was a good girl, who had the leather whip in her hand, and gently struck the young man's heart?"

"You two are too disagreeable, other people's relatives are at most poor and love rich, and they refuse to borrow money if they have money, but you are for a broken brand, you want to fight and kill, as for it?"

"It's not as good as the birds, it's not as good as the birds! In this way, the strong people on the continent basically have nicknames that are well-known, what kind of flying tiger, iron eagle and the like, how about I give you a nickname? It's not as good as brother, it's not as good as fowl!"

"You won't let go of an eighty-year-old lady or a strong man whose waist is thicker than a tree! Are you still a human being?

This is the scolding that I learned from people in the countryside when I was a child.

......

Mo Xian'er understood Jin Ling's intentions, and also opened her throat and shouted: "Help, help! There is a bad guy who wants to rob me of my gold! Immortal crystals! Thousands of gold dollars and a lot of immortal crystals!"

Not to be outdone, Douzi howled loudly, his body emitted a blood-colored light, and his body began to skyrocket, as if he was about to mutate into the giant Moon Howling Dog, and at the same time tried his best to bite the rope on Mo Xian'er's body with his teeth.

The two of them and a dog made a lot of noise, startling many forest birds and small beasts around them. Mo Feng was annoyed by their quarrel, and the whip method in his hand was so angry that he was deformed, and he made more than ten moves, and the power was great, but even the corners of the opponent's clothes were not touched at all.

After a while, Mo Feng gradually calmed down, took a look, and pulled Jin Ling out several feet with a whip, causing a blur of flesh and blood on his chest and falling heavily to the ground.

"Porphyry!" It's okay if you can't hit it, if you really get whipped by an immortal sect-level powerhouse, it's definitely not a joke. Gong Xianghai hit his shoulder blade at will, and this was still a weapon to hit, the material of this whip is made of unknown materials, extremely hard and heavy, but very flexible!

After this whip, I don't know how many breastbones were broken, and the pain was heart-wrenching. What's more, the huge impact force shook the lungs heavily and seriously injured!

The whole body suddenly fell apart, lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"With this ability, you dare to jump up and down in front of me?" Mo Feng picked up Mo Xian'er's short sword on the ground with one kick, and then kicked it out! The short sword pierced Jin Ling's lower abdomen like electricity, nailing him to the ground!