Chapter 64

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.

All of a sudden, Ling Tianmen's seven people, including Ling Botian, were pale and sweating. Their vitality fluctuated sharply, but they couldn't release it. Moreover, their eyes were confused, and their breath became high and low. It seemed that they would die at any time.

Mo Yuting supports Mo Jueyuan and stands on one side honestly. Because Mo Laosan's momentum is not for them, they have no feeling at all. Only Ling Tianmen's disciples feel that something is wrong.

Poof... Poof

Two core disciples, two ordinary disciples, spat out a mouthful of blood one after another, and their faces turned pale like paper. Only the two elders and Ling Botian were still struggling, but their faces turned red and white, which was very abnormal.

Suddenly, Mo Laosan raised his eyebrows and breathed out a breath. Suddenly, the mysterious and strange momentum completely disappeared. Four disciples of Lingtian sect fell to the ground and soaked their robes with sweat. As Mo Laosan suddenly regained his power, lingpo Tian and the two elders suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of blood burst out, All of a sudden, his face faltered a lot, but his eyes were no longer confused.

Mo Laosan's expression remained unchanged, as if it had nothing to do with him

"Xiangkongjing was cut off by Lianti Da Yuanman. No wonder."

Ling Po Tian turns his eyes to Wen Ming, who is very weak. His eyes show the meaning of asking.

Wen Ming lowers his head in shame. Suddenly, Ling Po Tian understands. A sudden surge of anger rises in his heart. He looks up and sees Mo Lao San's indifferent look. He immediately suppresses his anger. His face is extremely ugly. He says in a deep voice:

"Martial uncle, if nothing else, we'll leave first."

Mo Laosan nodded gently and did not speak.

Ling Po Tian only felt his face red. He said to several disciples in a cold voice:

"Go."

They flew away quickly, leaving Mo Laosan, Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting.

Mo Jueyuan was very unwilling, but he had nothing to do. He knew that his fighting skill "Zhenling" could not be preserved. He only hoped that he would not be known by too many people. After all, this fighting skill was related to Haotian. If he was known by what Haotian called "old immortal", he would be in trouble. Although those "old people" don't know whether they are dead or not, the less people know, the better. Mo Jueyuan sighed slightly. In the future, the secret way must try not to use or even use Haotian's original combat skills. Once used, if people find it, they must kill it and leave no trace.

Later, Mo Jueyuan, supported by Mo Yuting, walked slowly towards the mysterious old man.

Previously, Mo Jueyuan had learned from Mo Yuting that this man was an old man of the Mo family several generations ago. Mo Laosan immediately saluted

"My younger generation, Mo Jueyuan, has met grandfather."

Mo Laosan's expression remained unchanged. His turbid eyes were staring at Mo Jueyuan. He looked up and down carefully. Then he frowned and murmured suspiciously

"How could that be? Why can't I see through it? Is there something wrong? "

Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting are puzzled. They don't understand what the old man means, but they don't dare to speak at will. The old man is a person several generations ago. The leader of Lingtian sect, Ling Botian, is a great person. In the later period of cangruijing's cultivation, he is also a good master in Aotian Empire, but he is scared to swallow his breath, We can see how powerful the old man was.

Mo Yuting sees Mo Laosan muttering all the time, but she doesn't plan to leave. She just stares at Mo Jueyuan, making Mo Jueyuan uncomfortable.

"Grandfather, what are you talking about? Why can't you understand me?"

Mo Lao San woke up with a start. He frowned. His wrinkled face looked puzzled, but his mouth said:

"It's OK. I just found a very interesting thing. Well, Mo Chong came back with a group of children. Let's go. Let's go back to the mansion first."

With that, Mo Laosan waved his hand. Then, a light wind blew by, and the three figures in front of him dissipated slowly, leaving only a mess on the ground.

……

However, in only half a day, Ling Po Tian and his party of seven rushed back to the Lingtian gate of Yulong mountain. They came directly to the punishment hall, where Lingtian gate specially implements criminal law on its disciples.

As soon as he got back to his own place, Ling Po Tian's anger came out. Looking at Wen Ming who had broken his arm, his face was gloomy and he asked in a cold voice:

"Wenming, you are flying in the sky. You were hurt by a round little girl. Do you have a face to come back?"

Wen Ming's face was pale, his whole body was weak, his arm was broken, his palm was cut, and he lost a lot of blood. Wen Ming already felt that his eyes were full of Venus. Hearing Ling Botian's question, he knelt on the ground and said feebly:

"Master, I..."

Ling Po Tian's brow wrinkled and his face showed a color of impatience. With a wave of his big hand, he said in a cold voice:

"Drag it out and send it into the Yin Yang cave for five days. It's up to fate whether you want to live or die."

"Sect master, sect master..."

Wen Ming wails in despair, but no one cares. The bodyguard immediately drags Wen Ming away and sends him to Yin Yang cave.

The rest of the people on the scene could not help trembling when they heard the Yin Yang cave, and their faces showed a look of fear. One by one, they kept silent for fear of being sent into the Yin Yang cave.

Ling Po Tian's anger did not abate, and his heart was restless. He once again cheered:

"URI."