At the end of the acting, Song Ruoxi's eyes looked forward to Shenfei, and they were colorful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I thought that after two years of practicing Qi at the eighth level, it was far beyond the ascension speed described by the Ancestor of Wentian, and he was a genius among geniuses, but in this real battle, I found that the distance between me and my brother was not only not narrowing, but getting farther and farther away.

Mo Suifeng was afraid of hitting Song Ruoxi, so he said comfortingly: "Ruoxi, you don't have to be annoyed, my brother's skills are now all based on rough skin and thick flesh, you practice the great Fa, raise your own cultivation as soon as possible, the future is bright, don't be presumptuous." ”

Song Ruoxi smiled at the corner of her mouth, "People are not annoyed, I am happy for my brother, I think I Song Ruoxi has been eight layers for two years, it is not my mother to brag, although our qualifications are not as good as my brother, but we must also be at the level of a peerless genius!"

Mo Suifeng smiled and patted her head gently, expressing his agreement.

At this moment, a crystal jade bead on his right wrist jumped violently, and Song Ruoxi's face changed.

Song Ruoxi's face was ugly, she knew that this jade pillar was not an ordinary signal, but a warning signal, a signal for her to flee quickly.

"Brother, I have an urgent matter to go back to the clan! Song Ruoxi's face was pale, but she forced a smile, the enemy was too strong, although Brother Mo was also mysterious, but it was a whole sect, and it was not something that Mo Suifeng could compete with alone, so she didn't plan to tell Mo Suifeng the truth.

"It's okay, I'm fine anyway, I just went to the Song family to see and understand. Mo Suifeng said lightly, he had already felt the despair in Song Ruoxi's heart, where was he willing to let her go back alone.

"Brother, next time, this time it's an internal matter of the clan, and it's inconvenient for outsiders to participate. Song Ruoxi smiled poignantly, and without waiting for Mo Suifeng to answer, she looked at Mo Suifeng pleading and said, "Brother, you, can you close your eyes?"

"Okay!" Mo Suifeng pretended not to know, no matter whether she let her go or not, he would definitely not let her go on an adventure alone.

Mo closed his eyes with the wind.

Song Ruoxi pretended to be a deer, her cheeks turned red, she stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed Mo Suifeng on the cheek.

Mo Suifeng only felt a cold on his face, and a unique girl's body fragrance touched the end of his nose, his head was a little hypoxic, his head was clouded, and he grew so big, this was really the first time he was kissed by a girl.

But when he came to his senses, he found that Song Ruoxi had already run away.

Mo Suifeng felt a pain in his heart, grabbed it with his right hand, and a crystal teardrop was held in his hand, the teardrop was warm, and it was full of sadness and reluctance of the little girl.

Looking at Song Ruoxi's back, he muttered: "Ruoxi, Ruoxi, you really don't know me too well, how can you let you take risks alone as a big brother, I don't follow the wind, but how can I be greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Following Song Ruoxi's back, Mo followed quietly with the wind.

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In the main hall of the Song family, the two Taoist priests sat in the master's position in all directions, if Mo Suifeng was present, he would definitely be able to recognize that the Taoist priest sitting in the center was the "Xuhong" of the Xiannong Sect, that is, the Taoist who committed murder in Shijiazhai and finally escaped from him.

Another fair-skinned Taoist sat under Xuhong, he was not very old, obviously a junior of Xuhong, and he should also be a member of the Xiannong Sect if he looked at his outfit.

"Old man, the deadline has come, quickly call your patriarch out!" the young Taoist shouted arrogantly, his tone was as arrogant as the Void Flood.

"The real person is angry, you saw it just now, we have already sent a message to the patriarch, and my patriarch should arrive after a while. "This old man who spoke in a low voice was none other than the injured Third Elder, that is, Song Ziping's own grandfather.

There were only a few old men accompanying these two people in the main hall, but the courtyard was full of young people, there were thirty or forty people, and these young people burst into tears one by one, their fists clenched, and they immediately rushed in and tore up the two miscellaneous pieces as soon as they could speak.

The young Taoist let out of his nostrils and snorted coldly: "Don't be embarrassed by your Song family, I, Ye Tian, can take a fancy to your patriarch, that is the blessing she has cultivated in eight lifetimes!

As soon as the young Taoist's words fell, a young man of the Song family was so angry that his face turned pale, he couldn't help it anymore, rubbed it, ran into the main hall, pointed at the young Taoist's nose and scolded: "Wu Na thief Taoist, don't deceive people too much, why does my family patriarch want to marry you, why do you want to destroy my Song family, this Tianfeng Empire, there is a place with a king's law, how can it be .....?"

Without waiting for the young man to finish speaking, Xuhong flicked his fingers, and a yin wind hit his face.

"Poof".

The young man's throat was bloody, and a stream of demonic blood splashed out, and the young man covered his throat with both hands, twisted his body, and slowly poured into a pool of blood.

"Haha, haha! Wang Fa, Wang Fa!" The young Taoist laughed heartily, "The Heavenly Wind Empire exists in name only, and what my Xiannong Sect said is Wang Fa!"

"Old Five!"

"Fifth brother!"

Seeing this, the young people in the courtyard rushed to the top of the beam, and they rose up violently, and were about to rush towards the main hall.

"Bold! You don't wait to retreat quickly, take another step forward, and deal with all the family laws!" The three elders trembled and blocked the door, their words stern, but there were tears in the corners of their eyes.

"Third Uncle"

"Third grandfather!"

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A group of young people, although hot-blooded, but not stupid, all knew what the three elders were doing, although they looked sad and angry, but after shouting a few times, they finally retreated.

In the world, I am not afraid of no good things, but I am afraid that there are no good people.

The young Taoist may not feel that it is enjoyable, or he may feel that the old man is blocking the door, so he kicked the old man out with a single leg kick, and muttered in his mouth: "Old thing, block here, do you want to find death?"

In a frenzy!

The mad behavior of this young man completely angered the bloody people in the hospital.

It doesn't matter if they can fight or not, they all drew their weapons and rushed up.

"Bold! You and others are all looking for death!" The majestic voice came from the main hall, and at the same time, there was a Zhenyuan big hand, a young man was caught off guard by the big hand, and when he landed, it was like a broken egg, he was pinched into meat paste, and blood burst everywhere.

This bloody scene immediately frightened some people stupidly, and at the same time angered many more.

"A group of ants, I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin!" the young Taoist said with a smile, taking out a handful of talismans as he spoke, and was about to throw it out.

"Dao Ye, Dao Ye spare your life!"

A few old men in the hall made an uproar, and all knelt down to Xuhong, this courtyard is the root of the Song family, if they are all killed, this Song family will be completely finished.

"Tian'er, just spare their lives!" said Xuhong lightly, a posture of controlling the fate of all beings.

"Hmph, if it weren't for my uncle to speak today, I would definitely kill all of your Song family!" The young man named Ye Tian left a cruel word, turned around and returned to the hall, closed his eyes and recuperated, as if these dead people were not humans, they were all livestock.

The people in the courtyard were silent, no one spoke, these young people were not afraid of them, nor were they afraid of death, but they did not want their elders to be so humiliated.