C297 (1/2)

Mo Qiu smiles. He knows that Feng Anren's disciple, Feng Anren, the commander of Xuancheng Fengjia military headquarters, is arrogant and domineering.

Naturally, he knew that his family was full of crazy people.

But now is a very moment, even if he is not happy with this person, he will not say it, at least will hold it in his heart.

When the monster dies, when he can rob the broken soul poisonous grass again, he will be really powerful.

But Mo Qiu can understand. But these little brothers beside him don't understand.

Xiaowei looks at Feng Tiantian's elated face and wishes to rush up and make a fist. If it wasn't for his low strength, he would have been beaten by him without waiting for him to fight the monster first.

”It's really arrogant. What can I be proud of? I just hid like a turtle with a shrinking head.”

”Yes, it is. This man has no ability at all. He just wants to rely on the strength of his family. ”

”Forget it, there's nothing to say. I just look at him in silence.”

A few young disciples took a look at the wind in the sky with great dissatisfaction. If it was not for the fact that they had lost a lot of spiritual power because they wanted to fight monsters. No matter how tough these people are, they are still not afraid.

After all, their ancestral clan is the second largest in the mainland, which can not be compared with these small ones.

The wind looked at several young disciples behind Mo Qiu in the sky, and his eyes were extremely disdainful.

”Ha ha, it's really interesting. It seems that your disciples have never seen anything in the world. Do you want me to teach them well instead of you?”

Looking at the wind in the sky that ridiculous face, Mo Qiu heart a burst of laughter. He gazed at the front, and the monster was still gnawing at the corpse and ignored them, which made him feel ashamed as a human being.

Hong Qianqiu is a little tired of looking at the wind in the sky. To be honest, he doesn't want to cooperate with the wind in the sky. But the other clans were hiding like the ants, which made him very uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for killing the monster, if it wasn't for the more and more zongmen coming, his chance of winning would continue to drop. Otherwise, he would not pay attention to these ancestral gates, let alone Mo Qiu's life and death.

But at present, only the wind in the sky and Mo qiuken to stand out, this is completely helpless.

In Hong Qianqiu's side, a young disciple looked at the two people in front of him with a look of discrimination in his eyes.

”Hum, it's really interesting. You should take a good look at you. I think if it's not our boss who wants to stand up, otherwise, how can you have a chance?”

”What are you talking about?”

Xiaowei and others immediately stepped forward.

Mo Qiu holds Xiaowei. He slowly shakes his head, and forcefully presses down Xiaowei's spiritual power. His eyes are fixed on the front, looking at the monster in the distance and sighing.

The wind lifted his proud chin in the sky, and his powerful spiritual power gathered in his palms. He stepped forward and stood on the far right, causing some ripples in the air.

”What are you doing standing there? Do you want to leave the monster alone? ”

Mo Qiu slightly, this just like a monk should have, this just like a real man.

He also no longer paid attention to the potential of other clans. If these clans dare to come and reap the benefits, he will certainly unite with the other two major clans to suppress them, at least making them become the nourishment of the land.