Chapter 107 (1/2)
”Hum, do you mu family really want to be right with our Bai family?” Bai Dong said coldly with a flash of anger on his face.
”Although the white family is very strong in Yancheng, it is far from covering the sky. Don't think that with Xuehan palace as a backer, you can be unscrupulous. The world is very big, there are many forces, and you can destroy Xuehan Palace at the fingertips.” the blue skirt woman walked forward slowly with lotus steps and said calmly.
”Who are you, little girl?” Bai Dong stared at the woman in blue skirt and frowned slightly.
Their Bai family is deeply rooted in Yancheng, and they also have many spies in Mu's family. I also know the blue skirt woman, but her identity is very mysterious. Not many people in the Mu family know his identity. But what is certain is that her status is very noble. Even the master of the Mu family and the elders are polite when they see her.
And this is what he cares about. Such a person's identity must be not simple.
”The little woman is just an ordinary woman. Master Baidong naturally doesn't know the little woman.”
The woman in blue skirt smiled and didn't reveal her identity
The ancient wind on one side can't help but curl her mouth. What an ordinary woman can't take out is a top-grade pill.
”Mu Cheng, do you really want to stop me today?” Bai Dong's face trembled slightly, moved away from the blue skirt woman and stared at Mu Cheng coldly.
”Seriously.”
Mu Cheng answered briefly, but with great determination.
”Master Mo long, the Mu family was stopped by our Bai family, and please help solve the boy called Gu Feng.” Bai Tong sneered, then turned around and saluted the crowd behind him respectfully.
Followed by a young man, Mo long, the talented disciple of Xuehan palace, whom Gu Feng saw in the auction house before.
Gu Feng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he heard that the eight patriarchal families and the four families all had younger generations. What he didn't expect was that Mo long didn't stay with the disciples of Xuehan palace, but chose to stay with the Bai family.
”Bailong deacon, don't worry, this boy, I will let his blood splash here today.” Mo long looked at the ancient wind with a sneer. It was hard to hide his killing intention when he thought that this bastard had cheated himself in the auction house.
”Mo long?”
Mu Cheng frowned, but he felt relieved at the thought of the metamorphosis of the ancient style. As a talented disciple of Xuehan palace, Mo long is very strong, but the ancient style is also not weak. Even the blood dome, which was the quintessence octave, was placed in his hand. I believe that Mo long can't escape.
”Boy, kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe the young master can spare your life.” Mo long looked at the ancient wind proudly and didn't pay any attention to him. When he came to Yancheng, he naturally heard of the old customs and the grievances of the Bai family. It is also clear that the ancient style has killed the martial cultivation of the white quintessence body one after another. But those people, from his eyes, are as vulnerable as local chickens and dogs. It's no big deal to kill them easily.
In his opinion, the reason why the ancient wind can be so arrogant in front of the white family in Yancheng is to use the power of the city master's house to seal Wuji. If there was no seal Wuji, he would have killed the ancient wind long ago, which is a gift to the white family.
Mo Long's body exploded with an unusually strong breath, roaring down like a flood and oppressing the ancient wind below.
”What are you?” Gu Feng raised his head and smiled sarcastically. As for Mo Long's strong breath, it didn't oppress him at all. Don't say it's him. Even if it's a peak martial arts cultivation in the pure body state, he doesn't feel at all even if the momentum is all pressed down.
”Seek death!” Mo Long's face flashed cold. With a wave of his palm, a golden long gun appeared. There was a bloody evil spirit around the long gun, emitting a thrilling breath.
”Xuanpin spirit tool.”