Moving his gaze, Mo Zhiyao's gaze fell on the old man's side again, and the look in his eyes suddenly flickered. On either side of the old man, there were two people sitting respectively, and behind him, there was also an old man in a black robe. And at this moment, one of the people sitting on either side of the first old man's side was staring at him with extremely resentful eyes, it was Nanyahong, who was almost killed by him that day.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao looking at him, Nanyahong's face suddenly became even more gloomy, and the resentment in his eyes was almost condensed into substance. It looks like it's going to tear Mo Zhiyao apart.

"Hmph. For Nanyahong's gaze, Mo Zhiyao sneered, and ignored the past. The former, in his eyes, is not even an ant at all.

Removing his gaze from Nan Yahong's body, Mo Zhiyao looked at the figure sitting on the other side of the old man in a gorgeous costume. It was a slender man in a blue shirt, with a handsome appearance, but there was a sinister aura between his eyebrows, and the look on his face was also quite arrogant.

What made Mo Zhiyao's pupils shrink slightly, the aura fluctuations that permeated this young man's body were shocking to the level of the four patterns of transformation. Moreover, it is still the kind of thing that can break through to the realm of the five patterns with only a little bit.

Half a step and five lines!

"This person is not simple. Mo Zhiyao's hands behind him slowly clenched. From the young man's body, he felt a sense of danger.

As if sensing Mo Zhiyao's gaze, the young man in the blue shirt also looked at him. Those eyes were as sharp as a blade, as if even the air could be torn. Looking at each other makes people feel a tingling sensation in their eyes.

Mo Zhiyao's gaze did not shy away at all, his eyes were facing each other, and when he looked at each other, there seemed to be sparks shooting out of the air.

After looking at each other like this for a moment, the young blue man withdrew his gaze. Then, the corners of his lips swayed in a chilling arc.

"That old thing is the head of the South Cliff family, South Cliff Mang. And the blue-shirted young man sitting next to him was the South Cliff Demon. The glances between Mo Zhiyao and the blue-shirted young man naturally attracted the attention of Xuan Yu and the others beside him. Xuan Yu's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly introduced the other party's identity to Mo Zhiyao.

"Is he the South Cliff Demon......" Mo Zhiyao nodded, his eyes narrowed slowly, and there was a trace of coldness in the depths. Sure enough, it's a tricky guy.

"He is the Mo Zhiyao who injured you?" Above, the Nanya Demon who withdrew his gaze at Mo Zhiyao turned his head slightly, glanced at Nanya Hong, whose eyes were so resentful that even his face was a little distorted, and asked softly.

"Big brother, it's him! Mo Zhiyao! This time, you must avenge me!" Hearing this, Nanya Hong suddenly turned his head and said to the Nanya demon.

The battle that day not only caused Nanyahong to be seriously injured, but also disgraced. After this period of recuperation, the injuries in the body still have not completely recovered. This made his hatred for Mo Zhiyao almost monstrous.

"Hmph, a kid who is only in the early stage of incarnation, you will actually lose in his hands, it is really a shame for my Nanya family. The South Cliff Demon's face turned cold, and he said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, Nanya Hong was suddenly a little angry, but obviously he was very afraid of the Nanya Demon, so he didn't dare to fight back, but just gently tugged the sleeve of Nanya Mang beside him.

"What your eldest brother said is right, with your cultivation, you actually asked a single-striped brat to be beaten into that kind of virtue, it's really a waste!" Nanya Mang glared at Nanya Hong, and said angrily.

"Dad! that kid really can't be judged by the normal cultivation realm. Even Naxi Chengyang died in his hands, how could I be his opponent?" Nan Yahong said with some anger.

"Hmph!" This time, Nanya Mang didn't scold Nanya Hong again, his cold gaze swept over Mo Zhiyao's body in the distance, and then said gloomily: "Demon, since that kid dares to hurt your brother, then this time, you can treat him well." Looking at the lineup of the Xicheng family this time, it should still be this kid who shoots. When the time comes, I want him dead!"

"Die?hehe....... The South Cliff Demon's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of cold color with a slight demonic light swept through his eyes. "Sometimes, being alive is more painful than dying. The person who dares to hurt my Nanya family, spoils the good things of my Nanya family, just kills him, but it is a little cheap for him......"

The voice of the South Cliff Demon with a thick chill made the South Cliff Hong on the other side suddenly shudder. He knew the former's methods quite well in his heart. Immediately, Nan Yahong's face was filled with a perverted smile.

"Mo Zhiyao, you just wait, right away, you will pay a price you can't imagine for meddling in the affairs of the Xicheng family. ”

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"Young Master Mo, look over there. Xuan Yu's eyes guided, Mo Zhiyao turned his head slightly, and saw that on the seat next to the seat of the Nanya family, there were four figures sitting upright. And his gaze fell on a man in white sitting at the front.

The man in white was surrounded by a faint chill, which made the temperature of the space in that place obviously lower than in other places.

"That's the Cang family, and that young man is the most outstanding person in the Cang family's generation, Cangyun. At the same time, he is also a personal disciple of the Killing Ling Heavenly Palace, and he is also one of the challengers selected this time. Seeing Mo Zhiyao's gaze locked on the man in white, Xuan Yu hurriedly said, and at the same time, his tone was a little embarrassed. Compared with the Cang family and the Nanya family, the generation of their Xicheng family is really too shabby.

Mo Zhiyao nodded slightly, although the strength of this Cangyun is not as good as that of the Southern Cliff Demon, it is not much different, and it is also at the level of the middle stage of the four patterns of metamorphosis.

"The other two seats are the Qiu family and the Lin family. However, the two of them did not have any children who became the personal disciples of the Ling Heavenly Palace, but just like our Xicheng family, they were just ordinary disciples. Xuan Yu pointed to the other two seats for Mo Zhiyao and said.

His gaze swept over the two seats, and Mo Zhiyao withdrew his gaze. In those two seats, although they are all young people with a strong breath, it is obvious that compared with the South Cliff Demon and Cangyun, they are not at the same level at all.

And while a few people were talking, they also arrived at the seat where Xicheng's house was. However, before they could sit down, a cold and resentful voice sounded on the side.

"Mo Zhiyao, I didn't expect you to dare to appear here. This time, I will definitely not let you go!"

Mo Zhiyao and the others turned their heads, and the person who spoke was none other than Nanyahong with a distorted face.

Mo Zhiyao glanced at Nanyahong indifferently, but did not speak, but sat down in his place as if he had not heard of it. Such a disregarded attitude made the latter's face suddenly turn blue.

"Boy, you don't have to be proud there! Dare to hurt Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben will make you regret it!" Nan Yahong said through gritted teeth. "This time, I not only want to make your Xicheng family lose the elder seat, but also after you lose the protection of the Ling Heavenly Palace, I will also completely eradicate your Xicheng family! Men are slaves, and women are maids!"

Nan Yahong's words were very loud, so they immediately attracted a lot of attention from the surroundings. However, other people have also heard of the grievances between these two families, so they are all playful and wait to see the changes.

"Nanyahong, you are looking for death!" Xuan Yu's face was as cold as water, his eyes looked at Nanyahong coldly, and he said sharply.

"Old woman, in front of this young master, I don't have your part to speak!Get out of the way for me!" Nanyahong glanced at Xuan Yu coldly and said disdainfully. The strength of the latter is naturally not taken into his eyes, and there is no scruple between words.

"You!" Xuan Yu heard the murderous intent in his eyes, and with a clench of his palm, he was going to make a move. Although she knew that she was not Nanyahong's opponent, how could she endure being insulted in public by the latter.

It's just that just when Xuan Yu couldn't help but make a move, Mo Zhiyao on the side stretched out his arm and stopped her.

Then, Mo Zhiyao slowly raised his head, and his cold gaze fell on Nanyahong's body. Then, a cold wind-like voice came out of his mouth.

"What a dog, remember to eat or not. It seems that the lesson from last time was not enough. ”

"Mo Zhiyao!" Hearing this, Nan Yahong's eyes almost erupted with fire, and his face turned red. However, when he saw the chill that was piling up little by little on Mo Zhiyao's face, he couldn't help but shiver. The injuries on his body that had not yet fully recovered seemed to be in pain. opened his mouth and swallowed back the bad words that were about to be spoken.

"Where did you come from, a nameless boy, so presumptuous! Dare to talk to my young master like this, it is really a lesson!" The black-robed old man who had been sitting behind Nanya Mang stood up at this moment, staring at Mo Zhiyao with gloomy eyes, and said in a cold voice.

As soon as the words fell, the old man's body moved, and he disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already not far in front of Mo Zhiyao. With a wave of his palm, the majestic spiritual power roared out, wrapped around his fingertips, and immediately pierced towards Mo Zhiyao's heart.

The black-robed old man's movements were extremely swift and quite abrupt. No one thought beforehand that in front of the public, he would actually burst out directly.

Xuan Yu's face changed suddenly, and he stepped out, intending to stop the black-robed old man. It's just that a ghostly figure is one step ahead of her and meets the fierce attack of the black-robed old man. It's exactly Mo Zhiyao!

"Just rely on your three lines to break through the air, you want to teach me a lesson? Isn't it too high to think of yourself!" Mo Zhiyao's face suddenly became cold, and the color in his eyes quickly condensed.

The fingers of his right hand were combined, and the sharp golden light was rapidly winding upward. Faintly, a piercing sound sounded with tearing space, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his sword fingers stabbed out!

The sword fingers of the golden spiritual power that swirled in a spiral shape pierced through the Netherworld, and the sharp sonic boom that was breathtaking and narrowed collided fiercely with the palm of the black-robed old man.