On the small square here, there is already a vacant place of tens of zhang square, and even some surrounding activity vendors hurriedly pack up their things and leave, so as not to harm the pond fish.

The three Tsing Yi disciples were all put down in a few places, and blood flowed out of all seven orifices, seeing that they didn't even have the strength to get up, and the bones of their limbs were also shattered.

Most of the onlookers saw the process and knew very well: judging from the previous momentum, these Qingling Sect disciples had suffered a lot of crimes. If you were to be yourself, I am afraid that I would have wailed all over the field a long time ago, how could it be like the three people lying on the ground, all gritting their teeth and glaring, without the slightest intention of giving in.

These Qingling Sect disciples seem to have very hard bones.

A discerning person saw that something was wrong, and whispered in private:

"What do you think, Lao Zhang?"

"You still ask me if you have the bottom of your heart?Qingling Sect is known as the top five in the entire South Wind Sea Area, this guy dares to offend Qingling Sect, it is a question how many days he can live. ”

"Hey, you've been in retreat for a few years before you came out, and the news isn't very well-informed, don't just look at the surface, but look into the inside. I know this ink-clothed monk, but in recent years, the most powerful new promotion force, the leader of Mojiabao, as far as I know, he has a lot to do with Nan Tianzhenyi, but don't look at others as so weak. ”

"Ha Luha, if this matter is related to the Southern Sword Sect, it will be fun, see how the Qingling Sect and the Southern Sword Sect solve it. ”

"Hehe, the onlookers are not afraid of big things, the disciples of the Qingling Sect have already released the Transmission Flying Sword, and soon the Qingling Sect will come, maybe they are going to do a battle on the Island of Life and Death. ”

At this moment, next to him was a real monk who squeezed out a shopkeeper. The low voices around him suddenly quieted, and his eyes were projected: What is this guy doing when he suddenly runs out?

The shopkeeper first bowed to the Friar, looking extremely respectful, and then spoke. When everyone heard his words, they woke up: it turned out that this guy ran out to make peace. Ah, the people of the Qingling Sect have all been beaten down, and the other party is waiting for the rescue of the Qingling Sect to arrive before you run out and thin the mud.

However, it can also be seen. This guy. It's really clever: beating those disciples of the Qingling Sect, the anger of the Ink-clothed Monk has already gone a lot, and it is a good time to come. As long as he stands up, the Qingling Sect will not treat him lightly afterwards.

Qingling Sect "closed the country". Visitors are not allowed to come from there. No number of merchants want to have a chance to deal with them. Today, a disciple of the Qingling Sect finally came out and walked around, and if he was allowed to make this achievement, it would be really cheap. It's a lot of money.

Most of the other shopkeepers who were watching were elves, but in an instant, they thought of many possibilities, and they were unwilling to stand up and intercede for those Qingling Sect disciples.

"Get out of here!"

Unbeknownst to him, the ink-clothed monk was so impatient that he flicked his sleeves like a fly away from the hateful flies, flew away the shopkeepers, and slammed them into the wall next to them, overwhelming many onlookers, and immediately howled miserably.

The anger of the Yuanying upper-level cultivators is beyond the reach of these Yuandan real people, and it is already a great luck to be able to escape with their lives.

There were a few Yuanying True Monarchs who couldn't see it, so they had to sigh secretly, and they just pressed the impulse to stand out: although they also had some friendship with Luo Mingyue, it was really not worth offending a true monarch with advanced cultivation for him.

When someone saw some scenes, he secretly said, and was very dissatisfied: "Look at the disciples of the Southern Sword Sect, when they saw that it was the True Monarch Monk who caused the accident, they didn't dare to come in to stop it, they really fucking bullied the soft and feared the hard." ”

"That's right, Mojiabao can gain a foothold in the Nanfeng Sea, but Nan Tianzhen runs before and after he does it himself, and those dogs know the relationship, so they naturally have to be afraid of one or two. ”

"Don't say it, the Qingling Sect is here, watch the play. Immediately, I don't know who whispered, and the eyes of hundreds of onlookers immediately turned to it.

"Isn't that Luo Mingyue? And their sect master, hey, it's really possible to see you on the island of life and death. ”

The island of life and death is a place to resolve irreconcilable contradictions in the core area. Over the years, there have not been many monks fighting on the island, but there are often them, and they have never been silent.

"Mo Ziming, one of the two junior geniuses in Qingzhou?" Chu He asked softly as he stood in front of the ink-clothed monk.

"Who are you from the Qingling Sect?Elder?Or are you the head of the sect?" The ink-clothed monk Ren Gu Han and the others helped up the three people who fell to the ground and healed them on the spot.

If it weren't for Luo Mingyue and Gu Han coming together, he really wouldn't have taken Chu He, who seemed to be only a Yuanying lower-level cultivator, in his eyes. The three Yuanying True Monarchs, this strength cannot be underestimated, he had to let the other party help the three people on the ground to heal.

Moreover, his attention was already divided between the guy in front of him and Luo Mingyue, and he was constantly thinking in his heart how to take down the other party and torture him fiercely.

At the same time, Luo Mingyue's demeanor also made his eyes shine, and he secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, this woman in white did not seem to be a disciple of Qingling Sect. Otherwise, with the other party's cultivation that is still superior to his own body, this matter will definitely not be good today.

"In the Lower Qingling Sect Master Chu River. Today's matter, please ask Mo Zhenjun to give me an explanation!" Chu He was still smiling, but suddenly, the aura around him sank suddenly.

"What else do you need to give you?!These three guys who don't know whether they live or die insult my castle master, and not taking their lives is already a face-saving thing, go home as soon as possible and reflect on it, don't come out next time and be embarrassed. Before Mo Ziming could speak, a Mo family monk behind him shouted loudly, quite dissatisfied.

"Sect Master Chu, the whole thing is like this, the three real people of your sect bought utensils in a small shop, and they were about to go out, but they didn't know that they ran into this Mojiabao person, and they only asked and started beating people......"

A black-clothed shopkeeper shook the ground and said that his whole face, given to Mo Ziming just now, was no different from a pig's head.

"Shh

"Sect Master Chu killed him!"

"Kill that bastard!"

"This shit can't be taught a hard lesson!"

When the surrounding onlookers heard this, they immediately let out bursts of boos, and many people deliberately shouted out to the disciples of the Southern Sword Sect who were hiding on the side.

They also have a lot of resentment against these bastards who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard, and charge so many "security premiums" every month.

Onlookers are like this, they are not afraid of big things, and Mo Ziming is so domineering, it is normal to cause public anger.

"Snort!" Mo Ziming sneered, his cold gaze swept around, to silence the noisy audience, repeating the silent mode of watching the play.

Although they were full of righteous indignation, after all, they offended a true monarch who had cultivated at the upper level of the Yuan Infant, and it was very likely to lead to death, so they still kept their mouths shut for the time being.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. Chu He took a step, blocked in front of the shopkeeper, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Daoyou, what else do you have to say." ”

"Ugh!"

At this time, there seemed to be a gust of wind in front of Chu He, blowing the corners of his clothes around, fluttering, and the sound of the wind was sharp and sharp, spreading out in all directions, making people's eardrums itch, and then there was pain.

The monk, who was closer, couldn't help but take a step back abruptly, and covered his ears in some pain.

Mo Ziming's eyes narrowed when he saw this: he didn't expect that the other party would block his own sound attack so easily, and inadvertently reduce his power to a very low level.

It seems that this is called Chu River, and it seems that it is not simple.

You're in luck, I'll deal with you bastard next time. Mo Ziming glanced at the shopkeeper who was hiding behind Chu He, cowering, and smiled coldly.

"In this world, who is right and who is wrong, isn't it a fist to speak? If you win, you can ask me to kowtow and admit my mistakes. However, if you don't have the strength, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it in your stomach. Mo Ziming curled the corners of his mouth lightly and said lightly.

"Oh, does the Lord of Mo Fort want to take a trip to the Island of Life and Death?, or do you want to fight here?!" Chu He looked at each other with an expressionless face.

"Oh, look at what Sect Master Chu said, counting it, our Mojiabao has a lot of connections with your Qingling Mountain, at least half of the countrymen, as for shouting and killing?" The monk behind Mo Ziming shouted again.

It was the middle-aged monk who had spoken before, and seeing that he was short in stature, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and his eyes flashed from time to time, it was clear that he was not a good thing.

However, this person cannot be despised for his cultivation, and his cultivation is already at the middle level of the Yuan Infant, looking at the other sharp-mouthed and flamboyant appearances, most of them are Mo Ziming's dog-headed military advisors.

"I won't say anything more, the grievances between our Qingling Mountain and your Mojia Fort, you also know the grievances of the Mo Castle Lord. Where are you going to fight, Lord Mobao, hurry up!" Chu He said the last sentence, and the sword qi around his body boiled in an instant, and the red and white sword light was like a peacock's feather on the screen, dazzling.

Mo Ziming had thought that the other party would turn his face when he said that he would turn his face, but only later, the red and white sword light turned into an ice and fire python, hovering over the head of Chu He, eyeing it fiercely.

Although there was fire in his heart, at this time, Chu He still cared about the rules set by the Southern Sword Sect, and if the other party didn't take care of it, he would naturally not hesitate to fight. As for the consequences, wait until you kill these bastards and then deal with the Southern Sword Sect.

"Sword intent transformation, he is just a cultivation of the lower level of Yuan Ying, how can he be so powerful. Seeing this, Mo Ziming's heart sank.

"Enough of you?!"

Suddenly, a loud shout descended from the sky, which shook the aura in the entire Fang City, and the monk who had cultivated poorly fell to the ground at the first time, which was unbearable.

It was the shouting of the monks of the Yuan Shen Realm, and it was clear that he used his supernatural powers, so he had such a momentum.

Some monks couldn't help but feel a pity: the Yuanshen Realm monks of the Southern Sword Sect arrived, and it was very likely that this fight between them would not be able to fight. Mo Ziming Yuanying went up the ladder, and he had miraculous skills in his hands, and Xiahou Cheng, who had killed the Demon Hunting Alliance, was a great master in the Yuanying Realm, if this matter was left like this, of course, it would be a loss for the onlookers. (To be continued.) )