"Get out of here!" Xiang Fei saw that everyone had surrounded Mo Ling in the middle, and immediately rushed over with a loud shout.

"Go find the purple shirt!" Mo Ling said as he struggled.

Xiang Fei's and Mo Ling were both half a catty to eight taels, and Xiang Fei came up to be just beaten by one more person.

Xiang Fei was not stupid, and immediately shouted loudly: "I'll go to Zi Xiang to help, don't leave if you have a kind!" After speaking, he ran outside.

In fact, Xiang Fei wanted to express the opposite meaning, the original meaning was that I went to find Zixiang, if you don't stop, the funds will definitely not spare you.

But people can't be cowardly when they talk, and they can't lose momentum if they lose anything.

If it was usual, Mo Ling would have passed by holding his head straight, but this time the purple shirt won the first place, and Mo Ling also had confidence in his heart.

Mo Ling also started to do it, but the meridians in Mo Ling's body were destroyed, even if the martial arts were powerful, the fist hit someone else's body was like tickling.

However, these people are all a group of laymen, and they don't know Mo Ling's moves at all, if they were to be seen by that great god, they would definitely be shocked by Mo Ling's moves.

In his previous life, Mo Ling was a personal disciple of Kuyangzi, the head of the first-class sect of Zhengyang Dalu, Kuyang Mountain. The martial arts cultivated on his body are so wonderful, ordinary people don't say that they have seen it, and they may not even have heard of it.

Qin Xun saw that Xiang Fei really ran out to report the news, although he had a lot of dissatisfaction with Zi Xiang who had defeated him just now, but Qingyun Sect wanted to only focus on strength, and now that Zi Xiang was the first, then her status in Qingyun Sect would definitely surpass herself, if she really came and met herself, then she would definitely not have a good time in the future.

Thinking of this, Qin Xun turned around and simply went to greet the senior brother out of the customs, the prestige of the senior brother in the Qingyun Sect was unmatched, as long as he could rely on the mountain of the main senior brother, even if the purple shirt looked at him unpleasantly, he couldn't help himself.

And those four disciples, let them fend for themselves.

"Stop!" In the end, Mo Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly clenched his fists, raised them above his head, and let out a loud shout.

The four disciples suddenly looked stunned, and Bei Mo Ling's loud shout was shocked.

"The four senior brothers have mercy!" Mo Ling's body was shocked, and he pulled away the four people, then shook his fist in front of the four people, and then slowly stretched out.

The eyes of the four disciples slowly spread out with Mo Ling's fist, and they couldn't help but be taken aback. One by one, they were dumbfounded, and they were speechless for a while.

I saw that at this time, eight dazzling spirit coins suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's palm.

This Qingyun Sect is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is an unknown third-rate sect, almost unable to make ends meet every year, and the disciples only make a symbolic contribution once every six months, and each time it is only ten spirit coins.

"Leave one thing today, he will see you tomorrow! Make friends with everyone today, everything before was a misunderstanding, and in the future, we will have to rely on all of us to work together to build the Qingyun Sect more prosperous!" Mo Ling made an impassioned statement with his hand.

It's just that at this time, the eyes of the four disciples all fell on the spirit coin, and they didn't pay attention to what Mo Ling said.

"Don't worry, in the future, Zijiao will become the deacon of the Criminal Hall, and I will often give you a few kind words in front of her!" Mo Ling patted one of them on the shoulder and said simply.

I don't know if a few people heard Mo Ling's words clearly, they just looked at the spirit coin in Mo Ling's hand with straight eyes and smiled: "Well, okay, hehe......!"

After speaking, Mo Ling's palms were closed, and he stuffed the spirit coin in his hand into the hands of one of them: "Okay, in the future, everyone should take care of each other and jointly create a happy and harmonious Qingyun Sect full of love everywhere!"

As he spoke, he sent the four of them out of the courtyard gate.

After they left, Mo Ling spread out his palm, and a spirit coin appeared in his hand, with a happy face: "Seven spirit coins for four people, you can divide them yourself!"

Sure enough, within a moment, Mo Ling heard fierce quarrels and shouts in the distance.

"Spirit coins are really a good thing!" Mo Ling said with a smile as he played with one of the spirit coins in his hand.

After speaking, Mo Ling looked up at the sun above his head: "Finish work early today and go back to sleep!"

Now that the competition is over, all the disciples have gone to Qingyun Hall to welcome Senior Brother Qi Jiao out of the customs, who will supervise themselves.

After cleaning up the scene, Mo Ling prepared to go home early.

Mo Ling's so-called residence is nothing more than a grass nest built by himself in the firewood room, although it is not as good as other disciples' residences, but it also seems to be free, plus the spirit coins that have been scavenged from Xiang Fei in the past few years, this grass house is also clean and tidy when taken care of by Mo Ling.

"Ah......h

"What time has it been, why hasn't Xiang Fei's stinky boy come back yet!" Mo Ling stretched his waist while thinking about walking in front of the window: "That stinky boy, he must have gone to see the excitement." ”

"Knock knock" There were three low knocks on the door in a row, the sound was not loud, but it seemed a little urgent.

"Stinky boy, did you know that you came back, tell me what is delicious?" As soon as Mo Ling heard the knock on the door, he knew that it was Xiang Fei who came back, today is the most lively day in Qingyun Sect for more than ten years, Qingyun Sect will definitely have a big feast, although Mo Ling can't go, but Xiang Fei will definitely bring it back for himself.

As he spoke, Mo Ling pulled the heavy door open.

"Ahem......"

Seeing the person in front of him, Mo Ling was stunned: "Grandma, how could it be you?"

Standing in front of Mo Ling was an old woman in her fifties with her face all around, this person Mo Ling was very familiar with, she was the servant of Zi Ling's side. When Mo Ling taught Zijiao to practice, she often appeared, and every time she would bring some delicious food to the two of them.

"Ling'er, ...... quickly "Hurry ......up" as soon as I saw the old woman's expression, I knew that there was something urgent, it seemed that she was walking in such a hurry that she couldn't even breathe.

"What's wrong, is something wrong?" Looking at Grandma's expression, Mo Ling felt that something seemed wrong: "Quick, come in, sit down and talk slowly!"

The old woman waved her hand weakly, and after a while, she said, "Xiang Fei was ...... Scratch...... Gone!"

"Captured?" Mo Ling exclaimed.

Mo Ling said in a cold voice, "I really can't imagine that now Zijiao is about to take charge of the Criminal Hall, and those people are not only not restrained, but even more unscrupulous!"

"Quick, go and save him!" the old woman didn't care about herself, grabbed Mo Ling's hand, and pulled out.

"I'm going now, where did they take Xiang Fei?" Mo Ling looked at Grandma anxiously, Mo Ling knew that the more anxious he was, the more he had to ask clearly.

"Back mountain!...... "The old woman pointed to the back of the room with her withered arms.

Mo Ling shook his hand and ran straight to the place behind the mountain.

This Qingyun Sect is built at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, with its back to Qingyun Mountain facing Luoyang City, and Qingshui River on its right. Both feng shui and geographical location are excellent.

And the firewood house of the Qingyun Sect was built at the back of this Qingyun Sect. Because it is backed by mountains and water, it is most convenient to cook and eat. The biggest way up the hill is just behind the firewood house.

The road behind this mountain is spacious, and there are no less than dozens of large stone platforms for disciples to cultivate. Although it was now approaching dusk, there was no shortage of hard-working disciples on the mountain, and if they were to be unfavorable to Xiang Fei, they would definitely find a place where there was no one. And there is only one safest place in this place, and that is the black wind outlet.

In fact, the reason why the people of Heifengkou are relatively rare is not that it is extremely remote, but because of a legend. Legend has it that a thousand years ago, there was a duel between several sects, and countless disciples were killed in the battle, and after the battle, all the corpses of the disciples were thrown into this black outlet. Therefore, the resentment here is too heavy, as long as the people who are close to this place will be swallowed up by this black outlet.

Decades ago, the old sect master of the Qingyun Sect and Zijiao's father, as well as several elders of the Qingyun Sect, wanted to go down to find out, but they never came up after they went down, and since then, there has often been a ghostly roaring sound in this Black Wind Cave.

Since then, no one dared to approach here, and over time, this place became the forbidden place of the Qingyun Sect.

Mo Ling thought as he headed straight for the Batu Cave.

The most familiar with this place is Mo Ling, because Mo Ling doesn't know how many times he has been caught. Even with his eyes closed, Mo Ling is familiar with the road.

Others are half an hour away, Mo Ling's needs are nearly an hour away, Mo Ling stands around the black wind outlet, but there is no trace of anyone, at this time the sky is getting dark, and he can barely see the surrounding situation clearly.

"Xiang Fei?" Mo Ling shouted around.

Just on the edge of the mouth of the Black Wind Mouth, there was a piece of clothing, and when Mo Ling looked at it from a distance, he knew that this dress was what Xiang Fei often wore, because the clothes still had the marks left by Mo Ling and Xiang Fei when they made a bet.

Mo Ling shouted and hurriedly ran over, picked up his clothes and was very sad, and he couldn't believe that they really dared to kill Mo Ling.

"Hmph, hum, hum......" A sneer suddenly appeared behind Mo Ling, and the eerie laughter almost made Mo Ling's whole body numb.

A gust of wind blew, and Mo Ling turned his head suddenly, only to see a crutched figure appear on crutches at the edge of the woods next to him. At this time, he was looking at Mo Ling, and an evil smile appeared on his face.