Chapter 60

Mo XingKong's voice trembled

"Mo XingKong, the 46th generation patriarch of the Mo family, has met his grandfather."

All the present disciples of the Mo family knelt down and cried out:

"I've met my grandfather."

Mo Laosan smelled the speech, and his face showed a look of memory. After a long time, he was smiling and nodding to Mo XingKong and all the children of Mo family.

Slowly walking to Mo XingKong, Mo Laosan looked at Mo Qian, who was excited but almost in a coma. He sighed and said:

"Little qian'er, I didn't expect that the third grandfather had been sleeping for so many years, and now you are so old."

With that, Mo Laosan stretched out his thin palm and patted Mo Qian's body gently. A faint vitality entered Mo Qian's body. Suddenly, Mo Qian woke up and turned around. His face became normal. He looked at the old man in front of him excitedly and burst into tears.

"Three grandfathers, you have finally come back. In those years, your grandson looked for you for a long time, and almost went all over the three empires, but he didn't find you. Where did you go? It worried him a lot."

Mo old three ha ha a smile, the face showed a happy smile.

"Xiao qian'er, the third grandfather hasn't left. He's in the Mo family's war skills Pavilion, but you can't see him."

Mo Lao San is a little boy. He completely ignores Mo Qian's white hair and beard. Mo Qian is very embarrassed. Who makes Mo Lao San his third grandfather?

Before Mo Qian spoke, Hu Kai on the other side spoke, his voice full of disbelief

"Are you mo Laosan? Impossible. Didn't Mo Laosan die more than 100 years ago? "

Hu Kai's voice immediately focused everyone's eyes on him.

Mo Laosan stood up slowly and said indifferently:

"Mo Qiyun is dead, Mo Laosan is alive."

Hu Kai's whole body was shocked, and his eyes suddenly showed a touch of fear. But the lingtianmen disciples behind Hu Kai didn't understand this part of Xin Mi, and looked at Hu Kai with a puzzled face.

Hu Kai clenched his teeth fiercely. The muscles on his old face shook violently for a few times, and then he said reluctantly:

"Well, Mo Qiyun, I didn't expect that you were still alive. In that case, in your face, I'll go back and tell the sect leader. It's up to the sect leader to decide what to do at that time."

Mo Laosan is just like a rotten wood. There is no fluctuation and breath in his whole body. He just stands in the same place.

However, in the eyes of the public, Mo Laosan's bent body is as majestic and unswerving as a towering mountain.

"Hu Kai, I've been sleeping for a hundred years. Although I don't care about the world, I won't let others bully the younger generation of the Mo family. Go back and tell Ling Tianya that if the Mo family dies, you'll be buried with Ling Tianmen. You go

Hu Kai was very angry, but he didn't dare to do it at will. He forced his anger in his heart and quickly left with a group of people behind him.

Looking at the more than a dozen figures who had gone away, the Mo family were silent, and then suddenly burst out into a roar of joy. After the death of Mo Qian and the Mo family, they were excited and looked at the old man with reverence. All of them immediately fell to their knees and cried out again:

"See you."

Mo Laosan, as if infected, immediately burst out laughing. His thin body burst out a powerful and earthshaking laughter, which rang through the whole city of Molong.

As soon as Mo XingKong saw that the crisis was over, he immediately remembered Mo Jueyuan and his party. His face suddenly changed and he said in a quick voice:

"Mo Qing, Mo Zong, you two go to Huangtupo, go."

Mo XingKong cried anxiously. Before his voice fell, he suddenly felt a thin but powerful palm on his shoulder, and an old voice sounded

"Don't worry, those kids are safe."

With that, there was a slight wave in the air. Immediately, Mo Laosan's figure slowly disappeared from the original place, and Mo Laosan was no longer in the original place.

They were stunned to see Mo Laosan, who was slowly disappearing. They secretly guessed, what is the cultivation of this mysterious grandfather?

The ancestor of Mo family took the action himself. Mo XingKong immediately relieved himself that Mo Qian was injured. Someone had helped him into the house to recover. At the moment, Mo XingKong looked at the angry children of Mo family and suddenly felt an excitement of rebirth after the disaster.

Don't let the air run around and suddenly shout:

"The Mofu crisis is relieved, and everyone goes back to their posts."

"Oh..."

Everyone howled with excitement.

……

Although the Mo family crisis was relieved, Mo Jueyuan's sister and brother fell into a bitter battle.

Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting are enraged by Wu Li and Wen Ming. They shout angrily, and they take the lead.

As soon as they started, they immediately exerted their full strength. This time, their opponent was a master of flying in the sky. They couldn't tolerate their carelessness. Mo Jueyuan quietly said to Mo Yuting:

"Elder sister, delay time, half an hour is enough for them to escape a hundred miles, and then they will be safe."

"Well."

Mo Yuting nods and pours at Wen Ming with a cold face.

"Chasing the clouds, chasing the moon."

Mo Yuting drinks, and suddenly turns into a green light and shadow. She comes to Wen Ming in an instant. With a simple hand and a clang sound, the sword on her back has been held in her hand by Mo Yuting. She cuts away the sword at Wen Ming with a smile on her face. The momentum is like a rainbow and the speed is like electricity. There is a sharp whistling sound in the air.

Wen Ming is a master of flying in the sky. Although he is only in the early stage of flying in the sky, his strength is nearly ten times different from that of Lian Ti Da Yuanman. Naturally, his vision and realm are much higher than that of Mo Yuting. Wen Ming, with a silver smile on his face, looks at the long sword and shakes his head with an affectation. He looks pitiful.

"Too slow, too slow. Well, it's too slow."

Wen Ming flashed left and right. Every time, he flashed Mo Yuting's sword by a millimetre.

Mo Yuting is full of anger, and her sword is full of vitality. When she swipes, she brings sharp cold light, cuts through the air, and reaches Wen Ming. Mo Yuting's eyes are cold, and her eyes are full of killing. White light suddenly appears on her delicate hand, which is pouring into the sword at the speed of lightning, and then she shouts angrily:

"Aomeisha."

Mo Yuting's long sword turns into a shadow in a moment. Plum blossoms suddenly bloom in all directions of Wenming with a little luster, wrapping Wenming thoroughly in it. The blooming plum blossoms, rotating, quickly float to Wenming, with bursts of sharp air breaking sound.

Wen Ming was suddenly surprised. He suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly turned the energy in his body and covered his whole body. He stared at Mo Yuting with a dignified look. His feet kept moving. He was like a spirit ape, dodging from left to right.

Hiss, hiss, hiss

A burst of clothes burst out. Although Wen Ming's dodging speed was fast, Mo Yuting had a premeditated plan. When Wen Ming was careless, she suddenly made a move, and immediately received a miraculous effect. Wen Ming couldn't dodge, and was scratched to his chest by a "plum blossom". Suddenly, a three inch long wound appeared, dripping with blood. Wen Ming suddenly turned pale, and his expression was ferocious.

"Ah, you cheap maidservant, you dare to hurt me. I'll make your life worse than death."

……

But Mo Jueyuan found Wuli automatically.

Wu Li is very tall, full of 1.9 meters, but his body is extremely thin, almost skinny.

However, Mo Jue yuan did not dare to belittle this "thin man". Who is the ordinary person who can become a flying space? What's more, URI's age is about thirty, which can be said to be a genius.

Mo Jueyuan's hand was wearing a pair of sky silk gloves, which were inferior to the spirit level. The light fluorescence flickered. Chasing clouds unfolded month by month, and suddenly turned into a virtual shadow. In an instant, it disappeared in the same place, and in the next moment, it suddenly appeared behind Wu Li.

"Crack stone fist."

A strong fluctuation of vitality suddenly appeared behind Wuli. A fist shining with white light, like a dragon on the sea, ran fiercely to Wuli's back. A dull burst came.

Wu Li's face was so calm that he turned around and faced Mo Jueyuan face to face. His thin arm suddenly raised, and a withered palm slapped Mo Jueyuan's fist. In a flash, a gust of wind rolled up out of thin air, and the air was shaking violently, as if the void was about to break.

Bang.

A loud noise, suddenly burst out a wave of air, toward the spread around, out of thin air rolled up a gust of wind, blowing all over the sky dust, a shadow like a broken kite general, floating upside down fly out.

Mo Jueyuan and Wu Li had a hard fight. Suddenly, he was patted by Wu Li's palm and flew several meters away. He fell to the ground. His chest was suddenly stuffy, his throat was sweet, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, Mo Jueyuan only felt stars in his eyes, and his eyes were blurred.

Pressing down a mouthful of blood in his throat, Mo Jueyuan quickly turned his whole body into vitality. Suddenly, his head came to his senses, and his eyes were sharp as hooks. With the movement of vitality, waves of vitality scattered around him. Mo Jueyuan was more cautious.

"This guy's strength is so great, and his speed is even faster than mine. Although his vitality is not as pure as mine, it can't be compared in quantity. He really deserves to be a strong one in xiangkong. Maybe when I get to the middle stage of Qihai, I'll compete with what I had in the early stage of xiangkong?"

Mo Chueh yuan was secretly worried. With one move, Mo Chueh yuan was slightly injured, but he also understood the strength of the other side by four or five points.

"Boy, you're only in the realm of physical training. How dare you fight with me? I have to say, you have a lot of courage. Are you two stalling here? Those ten people were so ungrateful that they left you two and ran away. Hum... "

Wu Li sneered constantly. Although he told the direction of the other ten people's escape, Wu Li was not in a hurry. He was obviously confident in his speed.

It's just a training environment. It's just a mole ant.

Mo Jueyuan slapped the earth with his right hand. With the help of this anti shock force, he stood up abruptly, looked at the tall and thin Wuli with a expressionless face, took a deep breath, and said plainly:

"Yes, I'm just procrastinating. What can you do?"

"How?"

Wu Li sneered, his momentum suddenly increased, his clothes were windless, and his thin body made Mo Jueyuan feel like a towering mountain.

"It's just like refining your body, killing you like a mole ant."

Mo Jueyuan looked at Wu Li coldly and said faintly:

"Come on then."

As soon as the words came to an end, he turned into a shell and shot at Mo Jueyuan without touching the ground. With a ferocious smile on his face and a face like a skeleton, it was terrible.

"Paiyun palm."