Chapter 59

Ten miles outside the city of Molong, there is a small low earth slope facing a lot of gravel. This place is relatively remote and close to Lianyun mountains. It is rarely visited at ordinary times, and basically no one will come here.

Today, a group of people suddenly appeared here, just like jumping out of a stone. This is a group of teenagers. There are as many as twelve of them. Moreover, among them is a girl with a long sword on her back and a beautiful and pure appearance.

The twelve people were solemn, with sadness in their eyes. They were all silent, moving toward the Northeast quickly.

These 12 teenagers are just Mo Jueyuan and his party.

That passage was the escape route prepared by the ancestors of Mo family, so they dug it ten miles away. However, Mo Jueyuan and his party were so unlucky that they met Hu Kai, who had the strength of Tibet.

The soul perception range of cangruijing masters is more than ten li, but the exit of that passage is still ten li away. Therefore, as soon as Mo Jueyuan and his party got out of the passage, they were noticed by Hu Kai and sent disciples to chase and kill. Although Mo Chong came to rescue, he was entangled by the other two core disciples, but he could not kill the enemy quickly, There is still no knowledge of the imminent danger.

All of a sudden, a slightly tender voice came out:

"Little clan leader, big lady, tianwu college is powerful, and the three empires dare not provoke at will. It is said that the strength of tianwu college will not be a problem to destroy the royal family of any empire. If we can ask the tutor of the college, can the Mo family be preserved?"

Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting stop abruptly, so that Mo Cong doesn't react and almost bumps into them.

"Yes, we are going to be students of tianwu college. As long as we can convince the tutor of tianwu college, the martial arts college will be famous that day, and our Mo family will be saved."

Mo Yuting immediately face a happy, happy face to all said.

Hearing the speech, everyone was happy and smiling, with hope in his heart, tears in his eyes and smiles on his face.

Mo Yuting is full of hope

"In this case, we speed up and go all out. Tianwu college is not far from our Molong City, so it takes a day to take a carriage. We use the speed of vigorous growth to try to get there in half a day."

All of a sudden, Mo Jueyuan's face suddenly changed. His face showed a dignified look. He lowered his voice and cried out:

"Don't be happy, there's an enemy coming. Two flying masters."

"What is xiangkong? How can we get away from them? They can fly. "

The crowd was in an uproar, and the rising hope was suddenly stifled mercilessly. The speed comparison between the training period and the flying environment was just like a toddler competing with a 100 meter champion. The disparity of strength made people not doubt the result at all.

At this time, a wave of vitality came from the southwest, and it was rapidly approaching itself and others.

People's expressions changed dramatically, and their faces became very ugly

"What to do, what to do? Even if we are twelve, we can't win at all. "

At this moment, Mo Jueyuan, the most powerful member of the team, and Mo Yuting look at each other and see the determination in each other's eyes. Mo Jueyuan suddenly shouts:

"Everyone be quiet."

The crowd immediately calmed down, but the more anxious and frightened they were.

Mo Chueh yuan quickly glanced around and said in a deep voice:

"There are two people coming in the early days of xiangkongjing. Now my sister and I will stop one person respectively. Mo Cong, take all the people forward at full speed. You must go to tianwu college and find tutor Lin Yunyu. She will help us."

When they heard this, they all changed their faces and cried in unison:

"Little patriarch."

Mo Jueyuan waved his hand and said calmly

"There's no time, you go quickly, my sister and I are OK, as long as you can move to the rescue in time, the Mo family will be saved, you know, the survival of the Mo family is up to you."

Some silly Mo Cong wiped his tears and said in a loud voice:

"Young clan leader, young lady, take care. If the Mo family can be preserved, I will be your Valet in the future."

Then he turned to the rest:

"Let's go and speed up."

With that, we should first run our vitality and try our best to catch up with the clouds month by month.

With tears in their eyes, the rest of them took care of Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting, and ran to tianwu college with all their strength.

Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting look at each other and smile bitterly.

"Don't worry, elder sister. I won't let you have anything to do."

Mo Jueyuan looked at Mo Yuting and said firmly.

He has made up his mind that at the critical moment, he will use haotianjie to bring Mo Yuting into it. Even if he leaks the secret, he will never let Mo Yuting have an accident.

Mo Yuting soft smile, did not speak, just eyes to the sky, looking at the sky that sesame size shadow, look more and more dignified.

Mo Jueyuan looked back at the direction of the Mo family. The color of pain flashed in his eyes, and he whispered in a low voice:

"Father, if something happens to you, I will wash lingtianmen with blood."

Whoosh

Two fierce wind blowing, suddenly, a high and a short two young figures appear in front of Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting.

There is a red word "Ling" embroidered on the chest of these two young people. This is the disciple of Lingtian sect. The high one is called Wuli, and the short one is called Wenming. They are all the accomplishments in the early stage of xiangkong realm. Although they are new to xiangkong realm, their strength is ten times more than that of the training circle, which is terrifying.

As soon as Wen Ming fell to the ground, he saw a beautiful girl on the opposite side. Suddenly, his heart rose and he said to Wu Li with a smile

"Younger martial brother Wu, this girl is good. Don't kill her later. After we get rid of other people, let's have a good time, OK?"

Wu Li had already had a wrong idea in his heart. When he heard Wen Ming say so, why would he not agree? Now Yin said with a smile:

"This chick still looks' original '. Later elder martial brother Wen can be the bridegroom. Ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha..."

Two people unscrupulously comment on Mo Yuting, completely ignore Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting cold face, don't care.

Indeed, the training environment is like an ant and a lion to xiangkong environment. Does the lion care about the ant's face?

Mo Yuting looks like ice and can almost scrape off a layer of frost. She says in a cold voice:

"Xiao Yuan, I'll cut off their tongues."

Mo Chueh yuan nodded. His face was equally cold and his voice was even colder

"You will pay for your words."

Mo Yuting gave a cold drink

"Do it."

The figures of Mo Jueyuan's sister and brother instantly disappeared in the same place and turned into two streamers, which directed directly at Wuli and Wenming.

……

At the entrance of Mo's house, Hu Kai's long gun is about to pierce Mo Qian's chest. But at this last moment, Hu Kai is restrained by a dignified voice. Hu Kai stops his gun and stares at Mo's house cautiously.

"Who is your excellency? Please come out and see you."

Hu Kai's eyes were like hooks. He scanned the Mo family with sharp eyes, but did not find the speaker. Hu Kai found that the Mo family was also confused. Obviously, the Mo family did not know who this person was.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange, especially the lingtianmen people. The mysterious man drank Hu Kai just with one voice, which made everyone nervous. An ordinary lingtianmen disciple was oppressed by the invisible pressure and couldn't help shouting:

"Those who hide their head and show their tail have the courage to show up."

As soon as the words came to an end, everyone, including Hu Kai and Mo XingKong, who was the carrier of Mo Qian's vitality, stared at the center of the field with a face full of disbelief.

See, a figure slowly appeared in the central position, that is, out of thin air, and this person's appearance, only led to a slight air turbulence.

When they looked at it carefully, they saw an old man who was as thin as firewood. He had no momentum. He was like an ordinary old man. His body was bent, and his breath was reduced to the lowest level. Even his breath was slow to almost inaudible.

Hu Kai was stunned. His eyes were staring, but his pupils were shrinking. He couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. His voice was a little shaky

"Sir, who is it?"

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Hu Kai. His voice was old, but he had a strange dignity, which made Hu Kai subconsciously want to follow:

"It's impossible for Ling Tianmen to accept my mo family. The traitor of Mo family doesn't mean that everyone of Mo family has no backbone. The children of Mo family would rather die standing than live on their knees. You go back and tell Ling potian to give up this idea. Although my mo family is declining, it's not that Ling potian can bully me."

The tone is not severe, nor does it use vitality to enhance the tone, but the old man's words, with an inexplicable momentum, make people subconsciously accept, especially the people of Mo family. At the moment, hearing that the old man claims to be the Mo family, everyone looks excited, and their faces turn red and excited.

Hu Kai's old face showed the color of struggle. Although the old man's words were plain, they changed people's ideas quietly. Hu Kai's strength was strong, and he immediately realized it. After a fierce struggle, he broke away from it. However, Hu Kai's fear increased. The old man's voice alone had such power. What would it be like if he started?

"Who is it, sir?"

With a faint sigh, the old man's voice was as ethereal as a breeze between heaven and earth, rootless and passive.

"Lao Jiu, Mo Laosan."

Hu Kaideng's eyes were wide open and his mouth was always sharp. Now he couldn't speak properly.

"What? Mo, Mo Laosan? Mo Qiyun

On the other side, Mo Qian, who had been in a semi coma, suddenly opened his eyes and was surprised. His face suddenly flushed and his voice was weak

"It's three, three grandfathers."

Mo XingKong suddenly turned pale, and his face was surprised and happy.

Is it like the third grandfather that the elder just called? The grandfather of the supreme elder? Isn't that the ancestor?

Mo XingKong suddenly remembered that in the family tree, Mo Qian's grandfather, that is, Mo XingKong's grandfather, had four younger brothers, and the third one was mo Qiyun. When he got old, everyone called him Mo Laosan, but people forgot his real name.

More than 100 years ago, the Third Master of the Mo family, Mo Qiyun and Mo Laosan, are still alive.