Chapter 314

"Wait a minute, Buddha, please stop."

Above the first seat, Yunyi of Shushan was delighted because of the sharp increase of huaqiangu cultivation. After all, as the generation leader of Shushan, the higher the cultivation, the better for Shushan.

What Yunyi didn't expect was that Mo Yan wanted to capture Hua qiangu.

As a Shu mountain disciple, Yunyi naturally wants to stop him.

"Hua qiangu is a long-term disciple and the generation leader of Shushan. He can't be a seven kill spy."

He shouted in a hurry. Yunyi figure bowed down and said, with an eager look in his eyes, asking for help from the Confucian statue on the other side.

"Hum, let me ask you, where does her cultivation come from?"

Floating in the air, he scolded loudly. His mana imprisoned Hua qiangu's cultivation and pointed at her.

"I now suspect that Shushan was destroyed. She was the spy deliberately left by the seven murders. She deliberately concealed her identity and came to stay for a long time. She took the opportunity to provoke the relationship between many sects."

Mo Yanyi said the right words and said angrily to Hua qiangu. He didn't care much about the facts.

Compared with the long-standing reputation, the crime of spending thousands of bones on one person is insignificant.

Mo yanben felt that there was a problem for people with unknown accomplishments. At the moment, he just took the opportunity to save his long-standing reputation.

As for whether she is a spy of the seven murders, where all her accomplishments come from, it can be clearly understood after slow interrogation.

"Otherwise, seven killed Shushan. How could I spare her and just let her save Taoist Qingwei."

"This............"

Yunyi was stunned. He never thought about this kind of thing. At this time, he was reminded by Mo Yan. When he thought about it, he also felt a little playful.

Is it too coincidental? Or is everything deliberately arranged by the seven murders!

"Blessed One, I am not a spy!"

He was banned from mana, but Hua qiangu heard that the Buddha had slandered himself, and said that he had harmed Taoist priest Qingwei.

With a simple mind, she naturally couldn't stand these and couldn't help explaining loudly.

"Don't argue, take it."

As soon as Mo Yan waved his hand, he directly banned Hua qiangu. He didn't want to listen to Hua qiangu's explanation now.

Mo Yan is so vigorous and resolute, but many people really begin to doubt the identity of Hua qiangu.

It's impossible to cultivate in the realm of creation after three months. Is it really seven killing spies.

For a time, people didn't care much about Mo Yan's injury because of the seven murders of spies.

It's normal to get hurt carelessly when seven kill spies take action.

"Thousand bones!"

"Mother!"

In the light water on the bank, Tangbao was worried when he saw that Hua qiangu was imprisoned and captured.

"Master, huaqiangu is not a seven kill spy. Please check it clearly."

Luo Xi took a look at Tangbao and huaqiangu. His figure moved and knelt in front of Mo Yan.

"Hum, needless to say, take it."

He glanced at Luo Xi unhappily, waved directly and pushed him aside. Mo Yan directly imprisoned Hua qiangu and went to the first seat.

On the first seat, the Confucian Reverend looked at a thousand bones and Mo Yan. He wanted to talk for a long time, but he didn't speak after all.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

At this time, a sound of laughter spread everywhere, with a bit of irony in the laughter.

"What a famous and decent school, what a changliuxian mountain!"

Mo Yan and others frowned and inquired about prestige. They saw that the figure in white robe was making a noise.

"You don't seem to be invited. Did you come here to kill spies?"

After looking at the other party, Mo Yan looked dignified for a few minutes. He thought that the spirit sword just sent by the other party could pierce his mana.

At the moment, I looked at each other secretly, but I still couldn't feel the depth of each other's cultivation. I couldn't help but feel a sudden in my heart.

"Ha ha, the ability to confuse black and white is the same as before."

Dressed in white robes, Chen Xiaoming stepped out one step. His figure was in a trance, but he took Hua qiangu away from Mo Yan.

With a gentle wave, he untied the prohibition on Hua qiangu, and his eyes signaled him to step down first.

"Well, who the hell are you?"

As soon as Mo Yan's expression changed, his figure moved and retreated directly, distancing himself from Chen Xiaoming.

The person in front of him, unexpectedly, took Huaqian bone away from him, but he didn't notice it.

What kind of cultivation is this.

Mo Yan's eyes could not help but look at the Baizi painting on the first seat. Only the younger martial brother could fight one of them.

"Me? You don't deserve to know who I am."

Chen Xiaoming's cold voice came out, and he didn't like Mo Yan at all. His eyes slowly looked at the Baizi painting on the first seat.

"Baizi painting, why? Don't you want to say it?"

Under the white robe, Chen Xiaoming looked coldly at the unmoved Baizi painting. Just now Hua qiangu was captured, and the other party was unmoved, which made Chen Xiaoming very unhappy.

I don't want to see the scum man painted by Baizi. The more Chen Xiaoming looks at each other, the more unhappy he is.

How can your precious disciple be destroyed in each other's hands.

What life and death robbery, what shit for the world.

It's all bullshit. Your own slag is your own slag.

As for Hua qiangu, he said that he was a heartless and ungrateful person for the sake of all the people in the world.

The whole way of cultivation for a long time is a mistake. You have to be heartless and lustless. What kind of cultivation is this!

"Whew."

Above the first seat, Baizi painting's eyes coagulated, his figure moved, and flew directly in front of Chen Xiaoming.

"Younger martial brother."

Mo Yan whispered to remind Baizi painting. He saw Baizi painting waving and walking slowly alone.

"Who on earth is your excellency? What do you want from me?"

Looking at Chen Xiaoming constantly, Baizi painting found that he could not see through each other, and the other seemed to be shrouded in clouds.

"Hum, Baizi painting, does it matter who I am?"

With a cold drink, he became more and more unhappy. Chen Xiaoming's mana gradually surged under his robe.

"Huh?"

The subtle fluctuation of mana was detected by the Baizi painting, which was also picked by the eyebrow, and the mana in the body was condensed.

The sudden action between the two made the atmosphere in the field tense. Countless people's eyes converged in an instant and whispered in their hearts.

Who dares to draw with Baizi.

Among the many leaders, only leader Penglai has a look of horror.

The faint voice of words was very similar to the mysterious man who came to Penglai before.

Is it that man? He's here for a long time!

High above the sky, Chen Xiaoming doesn't care about others. At the moment, he is angry at the thought of his disciples' entanglement with each other.

The whole body's mana broke out in an instant, and the smell of terror enveloped the whole audience. Chen Xiaoming stepped out in one step and started directly at the Baizi painting.

The figure was drawn as a streamer, and the white boy painting was shocked in an instant. Similarly, he began to greet it as a streamer.