Chapter 64 (1/2)

Ling Po Tian Jian frowned slightly. He didn't understand what Mo Lao San meant. He nodded slowly and said:

”That's right. I'd like to ask my martial uncle to do something convenient for them.”

”Ha ha ha...”

Mo Laosan suddenly laughs wildly. His bent body is as straight as a benchmark. His momentum is majestic. He soars to the sky. The laughter shakes the world.

Mo Laosan's laughter is mixed with vitality, but how powerful Mo Laosan is. His control of vitality is like an arm's command, which is only aimed at Lingtian disciples, but Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting have no influence at all.

Ling Tianmen, including the leader Ling Botian, all frown tightly and their faces suddenly change. Their vitality moves as they please. They instantly move their whole body and wrap their ears to resist Mo Laosan's laughter. Wu Li and Wen Ming are the lowest in strength, but they are also injured. Shocked by Mo Laosan's laughter, they immediately turn their eyes and are about to faint.

”Martial uncle, stop it.”

Ling Po Tian has no choice but to stop Mo Lao San.

Mo Laosan didn't really want to do harm to Lingtian's disciples. He just wanted to frighten them. When he heard Ling Po Tian pleading for himself, Mo Laosan just stopped. Although he was still the same, his momentum and temperament were totally different from before. At the moment, Mo Laosan was like a murderer, his gray hair was dancing, and he was domineering, There was a bloody smell all over the body.

Ling Botian was shocked. The fear in his eyes grew stronger, the expression on his face changed, and his heart was full of bitterness

”I'm particularly idle. Since the two elders have already said that Mo Qiyun is not dead, if Mo Qiyun is crazy, who can cure him?”

As soon as I think of the past, Ling Botian's heart is still palpitating. Looking at Mo Laosan with long hair fluttering, he seems to see that person again. He is scared in his heart. Ling Botian's face becomes ugly.

”Ling Po Tian, why let Hu Kai attack the Mo family?”

Mo Laosan puts away his smile and asks lingpo Tian coldly. He looks very indifferent. It seems that the three cangruijing experts on the other side are mole ants.

Ling Po Tian suddenly stops talking. He laughs bitterly in his heart. At the moment, he can't show any of the power he used to bring up when he was the leader of the sect. He's completely defeated by Mo Lao San.

”Martial uncle Mo, listen to me. There must be some misunderstanding. It's not what you think...”

”Misunderstanding? Ling Botian, you sent someone to call me at the door of Mo's house. Is this a misunderstanding? Well

Mo Laosan's eyes stare, and suddenly, a momentum suddenly permeates the field, enveloping everyone, and Ling Botian bears the brunt.

Ling Botian has been the leader of the sect for many years, and has already developed a special power. However, what Mo Laosan did in those years was so amazing and terrifying that he had already left a psychological impact on Ling Botian, and now he can't confront him at all.

Ling Po Tian said with a bitter smile

”How are you doing, martial uncle?”

”Good.” Mo Laosan clapped his hands, changed his face, and said: ”Ling Po Tian, I will not investigate what you have done to my mo family this time. However, in the future, don't come to the Mo family's trouble at will. Our well water doesn't violate the river water, and no one will cross the boundary.”

Ling Po Tian hears the speech, thinks a little and nods immediately

”Well, according to the martial uncle, lingtianmen will never find trouble with the Mo family in the future. However, if the Mo family comes to find trouble with lingtianmen's disciples, we will not wait to die.”

Mo Laosan nodded, no objection.

”Well, you disciples of lingtianmen, take them with you.”

With that, Mo Laosan waved his hand, and the three Lingtian disciples behind him immediately flew up in the air, straight to lingpo heaven.

When Ling Po Tian saw that one of his disciples had his arm cut off, and the other had no hand, his face became ugly.

”Martial uncle, what does that mean?”

Mo Laosan knew that he was talking about the disciple. How could he break his arm? With a faint smile, Mo Laosan replied lightly:

”Do you have a problem?”

Ling Po Tian suddenly thought of who he was questioning, and he was scared. If this man was angry, none of them would survive. But at the moment, all the disciples were watching behind him. If they didn't understand, wouldn't they lose their reputation and make them cold?

”Martial uncle, why did you cut off my disciple's arm and never leave his only palm? What's the difference between him and a useless man?”

”What? Are you blaming me? ” Mo Laosan's eyes narrowed, his voice lowered and his tone was strange.

Ling Po Tian's heart trembled and subconsciously wanted to avoid Mo Laosan's eyes. Thinking of his prestige, he forced himself to calm down and said:

”I dare not blame my martial uncle, but I don't understand why I should treat my disciple like this?”

Mo Lao San's eyes suddenly flashed a fierce light. In an instant, Ling Po Tian seemed to be stared at by ancient monsters. His bones were cold, and there were bursts of cold from the bottom of his heart.

”Hum.”

Mo Laosan snorted coldly. Suddenly, all the disciples of Lingtian gate felt that they were all tight and could not move as if they had fallen into the glue. A strong and sharp momentum enveloped several people. This time, it was different from before. In this momentum, there was mo Laosan's murderous spirit and a faint bloody spirit, mysterious and weird.