In the small square here, a space of tens of feet has been vacated, and even some of the surrounding vendors hurriedly packed up and left to avoid harming Chiyu.
The three Tsing Yi disciples were all knocked down in several places, with blood flowing out from all their orifices.
Judging from their lack of strength to get up, the bones of their limbs must have been shattered.
Most of the people watching saw the process and knew very clearly: judging from the previous momentum, these Qingling Sect disciples had suffered a lot.
If it were him, he would have been wailing all over the place, unlike the three people lying on the ground, who were all gnashing their teeth and glaring, without any intention of surrender.
These Qingling Sect disciples seem to have very strong bones.
A discerning person saw something fishy and whispered in private: "Lao Zhang, what do you think?"
"You are so confident that you still ask me.
The Qingling Sect is known as the top five in the entire Nanfeng Sea.
This guy dares to offend the Qingling Sect.
How many days he can survive is a question."
"Hey, you just came out after several years of seclusion, and you are not very well-informed anymore.
Don't just look at the surface of everything, but go deep into the inside.
I recognize this monk in black clothes, but he is the most popular new force in recent years, the leader of Mojiapu As far as I know, he has a close relationship with Nan Tianyi, so don’t think of him as weak. " "Haha, if this matter involves the Nanjian Sect, it would be fun.
Let's see how the Qingling Sect and the Nanjian Sect resolve the matter."
"Hehe, the onlookers are not afraid of big troubles.
The disciples of the Qingling Sect have already released the messenger flying sword.
People from the Qingling Sect will come soon.
Maybe they will have a show on the Island of Life and Death."
At this moment, a real monk who looked like a shopkeeper squeezed out next to him.
The low noises around him suddenly stopped, and everyone looked over: What is this guy trying to do when he suddenly ran out?
The shopkeeper first bowed to the monk in black clothes with a very respectful look, and then spoke.
After everyone heard what he said, they realized: It turns out that this guy ran out to make peace.
Damn, those people from the Qingling Sect were all beaten to the ground, and the other party was waiting vigorously for the reinforcements from the Qingling Sect to arrive.
You just ran out to mess with me.
However, it can also be seen that this guy is really clever: after beating those Qingling Sect disciples, the anger of the monk in black clothes has been reduced.
It's a good time.
As long as he stands up.
Qingling Sect will not treat him lightly afterwards.
Since the Qingling Sect has been "secluded" and refused outside guests, many merchants have had no chance to make friends with it.
Today, it is difficult for Qingling Sect's disciples to come out and walk around.
If he were allowed to accomplish this feat, it would be really cost-effective and profitable.
Most of the other shopkeepers who were watching were elves, and they thought of many possibilities in just a moment.
Unwilling to be outdone, he stood up and interceded for those Qingling Sect disciples.
"Get out of here" Unexpectedly, the monk in black clothes was so impatient that he suddenly flicked his sleeves and slapped the shopkeepers away, as if chasing away hateful flies, and then slammed them into the wall next to them, overwhelming many onlookers. , and immediately howled loudly.
The angry power of the upper-level Nascent Soul monk.
How could these Yuandan masters be able to withstand it?
It was a great blessing to be able to escape with a lucky break.
There were some Nascent Soul Lords who couldn't see it, so they could only sigh secretly and suppress the urge to show off: Although they had some friendship with Luo Mingyue.
But it's really not worth it to offend a true monarch with a high level of cultivation.
Someone else saw certain scenes and secretly said, very dissatisfied: "Look at the disciples of the Nanjian Sect.
When they saw that the trouble was caused by the Zhenjun monks of the upper level of Nascent Soul, they didn't dare to come in and stop them.
Damn it."
Bully the weak and fear the strong.”
"That's true, Mojiabao can gain a foothold in the Nanfeng Sea, but Nan Tianzhen is doing all the work himself.
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Those losers know the relationship between them, so naturally they have to be wary."
"Don't tell me, someone from the Qingling Sect is here, let's watch the show."
Immediately, someone shouted low, and the eyes of hundreds of onlookers immediately turned.
"Isn't that Luo Mingyue and their sect master?
Hey, it's really possible to meet him on the Island of Life and Death."
The Island of Life and Death is a place where irreconcilable conflicts are resolved in the core area.
Generally speaking, you almost have to encounter life and death when you go there.
In recent years, not many monks have come to the island to fight, but they have always happened, and they have never been silent.
"Mo Ziming is one of the two young geniuses in Qingzhou," Chu He asked softly, standing a foot in front of the monk in black clothes.
"Who are you, the elder or the head of Qingling Sect?"
Monk Ren Guhan, a monk in black clothes, and others helped up the three people who fell to the ground and treated them on the spot.
If Luo Mingyue and Gu Han hadn't come together, he really wouldn't have paid much attention to Chu He, who seemed to have only the lower level of Nascent Soul.
The power of the three Nascent Soul Lords should not be underestimated.
He had no choice but to let the other party lift up the three people on the ground and treat them.
Moreover, his attention was already divided between the guy in front of him and Luo Mingyue, and he was constantly thinking about how to capture the other person later and torture him severely.
At the same time, Luo Mingyue's demeanor also made his eyes light up, and he secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, this woman in white didn't seem to be a disciple of Qingling Sect.
If not, given that the other party's cultivation level is even better than mine, this matter will definitely not go well today.
"I am Chu He, Master of the Qingling Sect.
I must ask Lord Mo to give me an explanation for what happened today."
Chu He was still smiling, but suddenly, the breath around him suddenly sank.
"What else do I have to explain to you?
These three reckless guys insulted my castle master.
If you don't take their lives, you're already giving me face.
Go home as soon as possible and reflect on it.
Don't embarrass yourself next time."
Mo Ziming Before he could speak, a Mohist monk shouted loudly behind him, quite dissatisfied.
"Zong Master Chu, the whole thing is like this.
Three real people from your sect bought utensils in a small shop and were about to go out.
Unexpectedly, they ran into this Mojiapu man.
They just asked and started beating him. " A black-clothed shopkeeper staggered up to the ground and muttered that his entire face, given the slap Mo Ziming had just given, looked like a pig's head.
"Shhh" "Master Chu, kill him" "Kill that bastard" "This shit won't work without a good lesson."
When the onlookers heard this, they immediately booed, and many of them deliberately shouted at the disciples of the Nanjian Sect who were hiding aside.
They also have a lot of resentment towards these bastards who bully others and charge so much "security fees" every month.
The onlookers are like this, they see things without fear of seriousness, and since Mo Ziming is so domineering, it is normal to cause public anger.
"Tsk" Mo Ziming sneered, his cold gaze passing over the surroundings, telling the noisy spectators to shut up and repeat the silent viewing mode.
Although they were filled with righteous indignation, after all, they had offended a True Lord with an upper-level Nascent Soul cultivation level, and it was very likely to lead to death, so they had better keep silent for the time being.
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Chu He took a step forward, stood in front of the shopkeeper, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Mo, do you have anything else to say?"
"Fu" At this time, a gust of wind seemed to blow up in front of Chu He, blowing the corners of his clothes around him and fluttering.
The sound of the wind was fierce and spread out in all directions, making people's eardrums itchy and painful.
The meaning continues.
The monk who was closer couldn't help but suddenly took a step back and covered his ears, feeling a little painful.
Mo Ziming narrowed his eyes when he saw this: He didn't expect that the opponent could block his sound attack so easily, and inadvertently reduced its power to a very low level.
It seems that this one called Chuhe is a bit complicated.
You're lucky, I won't argue with you bastard next time.
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Mo Ziming glanced at the timid shopkeeper who was hiding behind Chu He, and smiled coldly.
"In this world, what is right and wrong is determined by fists.
If you win, you can ask me to kowtow and admit my mistake.
However, if you are not strong enough, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it in your stomach."
Mo Ziming raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.
He raised his lips and said calmly.
"Oh, could it be that Master Mo wants to visit the Island of Life and Death or have a fight here?"
Chu He looked at the other party with an expressionless face.
"Oh, look at what you said, Master Chu.
After all, our Mojia Fort has a close relationship with your Qingling Mountain.
At least we are half fellow villagers.
As for shouting and killing?"
The monk behind Mo Ziming said again. cried.
It was the middle-aged monk who spoke before.
Seeing that he was short in stature, had a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek, and his eyes flickered from time to time, he was clearly not a good guy.
However, this man cannot be looked down upon.
His cultivation level is already at the middle level of Nascent Soul.
Judging from the sharp tongue and smooth tongue of others, they are probably Mo Ziming's dog-headed military advisor.
"I won't say too much.
Lord Mo Castle, you are well aware of the grievances between our Qingling Mountain and your Mojia Fort.
Where do you want to fight, Lord Mo Castle, please feel free."
When Chu He said the last sentence, his surroundings The sword energy boiled in an instant, and the red and white sword light was like a peacock's feathers, dazzling incomparably.
Mo Ziming never thought that the other party would fall out with him as soon as he said so.
Only a moment later, the red and white sword light turned into an ice and fire python, hovering over Chu He's head, staring eagerly.
Although he was angry, at this moment, Chu He still cared about the rules set by the Nanjian Sect.
If the other party did not care about it, he would naturally not hesitate to fight.
As for the consequences, wait until these bastards are killed before arguing with the Southern Sword Sect.
"Sword Intent Transformation is just a low-level Nascent Soul cultivation.
How can he be so powerful?"
Mo Ziming's heart sank when he saw this.
"You've had enough" Suddenly, a loud shout fell from the sky, shaking the spiritual energy in the entire city.
The monks with lower cultivation levels immediately fell to the ground, unable to bear it.
It was the shouts of the Yuanshen realm monks, and they clearly used magical powers to achieve such momentum.
Some monks couldn't help feeling regretful: when the Yuanshen realm monks from the Nanjian Sect arrived, it was very likely that the fight between them would not be possible.
Mo Ziming has reached the upper level of Yuanying and has miraculous skills in his hands.
Xia Houcheng, who Chuhe once killed the Demon Hunting Alliance, is an incredible master in the Yuanying realm.
If this matter is left to this, of course he will just watch. the person’s loss
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