Chapter 210

Ever since I was a child, I have always been a proud woman. How ever was Ximen language so despised? Looking at the smile on the face of the man opposite, Ximen language can only feel nameless anger filling her heart.

"Ah --"

With a roar, the three thousand green silk of Ximen language is scattered. The tiny body is completely wrapped by the hot flame, and the ribbon comes out and dances around the body of Ximen language.

Ximen language's big eyes turned red. With the rising temperature of the fire, people around the street felt a burst of heat on their skin, and the big trees on one side even dehydrated in an instant.

"It's Feng Ming Jue!"

There was a constant exclamation from the crowd, and Mo Li felt that he was locked in by the momentum of Ximen language.

Behind the body of Ximen language, countless flames gathered together to form a fire red ghost bird. The body made up of the flame becomes more and more solid. When the closed eyes of the God Bird suddenly open, the soul of the dragon in the sea is also awakening.

"Chirp"

There was a sharp song from the bird's mouth. Among the crowd, many people with lower strength only felt the spirit, and many people with lower level even felt a mouthful of blood pouring into their throat.

Mo Li holds the wooden sword tightly and mobilizes energy to protect the whole body. When you are swimming with all your mind, the wooden sword is also filled with the fighting spirit of several attributes.

Ximen language's body soared up on the high wall. Behind him, the bird waved his arms. His eyes were fixed on Mo Li not far away.

"Phoenix dance nine days!"

Simon's voice is a little hoarse, not the slightest before the tender, with the hands of the ribbon dancing, the bird also toward the Mo Li dive.

"Stop it

"Stop it

Two voices came from the end of both sides of the street at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the old man in grey clothes on the other side arrived at the same time.

Although they are fast, Ximen language and the bird behind them are faster!

"Falling rain sword!"

Mo Li clenched his teeth. The wooden sword in his hand turned into thousands of lights and attacked the sacred bird composed of Ximen language and the flame.

The two energies are getting closer and closer in the void, and the space around the converging momentum is wrinkled. Seeing that the two men's fighting spirit is about to meet, the old people from kuxian and Ximen's family have no time to move, but the high wall is full of changes.

The divine bird behind the Ximen language was originally fierce, but it suddenly dissipated without any sign when it was about to come into contact with Mo Li's fighting spirit!

"Poof"

Under the counter attack, Ximen spewed out a mouthful of blood from her mouth. Her eyes widened and she looked at the approaching fighting spirit. For a moment, she was stunned in the same place, and she was at a loss.

Mo Li is shocked, and his body comes forward suddenly. The sword Qi that originally attacked Ximen language is also forced by Mo Li to the void above his head.

After the move, Mo Li also felt the inner house tumbling, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloodstained.

"Little voice!"

"Li Er!"

Ximen's old man and kuxian went up to the high wall at the same time to catch their bodies falling from the void.

Ximen funeral is the most important person in Ximen family and the uncle of Ximen language. After learning that Ximen language quietly ran out to find Mo Li's trouble, Ximen funeral was sent by the family to stop him. When he arrived, he saw Ximen language perform Fengming Jue. There is no time to stop, the confrontation between my little niece and the boy is a foregone conclusion.

Ximen burials can't figure out why the Fengwu Jiutian of Ximen language suddenly disappears during the performance of Fengming Jue, but he knows that if the young man's fighting spirit hits Ximen language, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Fortunately, the boy stopped in time.

Thinking of this, Ximen burials, while healing the unconscious Ximen language with fighting Qi, looked up at the boy who was sitting on his knees and recuperating with the help of his leisure.

"Don't leave, young master. Thank you for keeping your hand!" Simon buried for a time, I don't know how to describe his feelings, but it's true that he just stopped to avoid hurting his niece.

Mo Li is healing. Although he heard the words of Ximen's funeral, he didn't get distracted and began to respond. Ximen burials also know that the current situation is not suitable for young people to talk in detail. They take Ximen's body to the street. After walking out for a certain distance, Ximen burials turn their heads again: "don't leave childe. Welcome to Ximen's home when you are well hurt!"

After Ximen's funeral, he disappeared in the street with a few flashes of Ximen language in his arms, leaving only the crowd of onlookers who had not recovered from the terrible confrontation for a long time.

After confirming that Mo Li is OK, Ku Xian returns to the holy hand hall, but when he leaves, he looks at Mo Li with profound meaning. Although kuiyan didn't know why the last strike of Ximen language suddenly disappeared, he believed that all this had something to do with his nephew.

In the backyard of wanbaoge, after breathing, Mo Li's inner house is already in five difficulties. At this time, Su ranxue is still using ice needles to help Mo Li heal. Junxin sits quietly and is busy living her needlework. Hua Feifei puts her hands behind her and looks around Mo Zhiyin sitting at the stone table.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck? You qingzong really deserve your reputation

Hua Feifei has a bright smile on her face, but the sour taste in her words is obvious.

"Hello, my name is mo Zhiyin."

Mo Zhiyin didn't have much reaction. He gave a smile to several people, and then drank the tea on the stone table.

"Mo Zhiyin?"

Su ranxue just took back the silver needle, the action on the hand subconsciously stagnated, and then asked: "your surname is Mo?"

Mo this surname is not many in the Tianyuan continent, this girl and Mo Li the same surname, Su ranxue subconsciously some surprised.

"Yes... Qingzong, Mo Zhiyin!"

"What

Su ranxue and Hua Feifei scream out at the same time, and their faces are full of disbelief.

"You... You said you

"He is my younger martial sister!"

Mo Li arranges his clothes and confirms that Mo Zhiyin's words are not joking.

"Mo Li, are you kidding? Isn't you the only disciple of qingzong seven generations? Where did this guy come from? " Hua Feifei couldn't believe it.

"Bosom friend is the disciple that master accepted when he joined the world. My younger martial sister, it's true!"

Mo Li's face doesn't mean to joke. No matter how incredible, Su ranxue and Hua Feifei have to accept this fact. When they looked up at the girl again, their eyes were much softer.

Although the five schools in Xueyu are independent, they are one family after joining the WTO. Since the girl is a disciple of qingzong, she is also one of her own.

After introducing the confidant's identity, Mo Li turns to look at his younger martial sister and asks her doubts: "confidant, did you do it before?"