Wu Qi stroked the scar on his head and his face turned gloomy.

He will never forget the sword-holding man who defeated him, let alone the sword that almost killed him.

"Mohe, Mohe... You hide in the holy mountain, I can't do anything to you, but there are more than one deified realm that wants you to die on the holy mountain, and there are more than one outside the holy mountain..."

"This time, you want to help your disciple, but I won't!"

"Not only that, I also want to kill him and let you cut off your inheritance!"

Some masters look at disciples who have devoted their efforts to the point of being closer than their own sons.

Seeing that the sword king Mohe was willing to bow to himself for Fang Yuan, that disciple must be very important, and killing Mohe would definitely make him sad.

Wu Qi touched his thick chin, and a fierce light flashed in his little eyes: "The mission hall will not release a mortal mission, and the corresponding difficulty of the Thousand Years of Green Pincao will not be too high, but I don't need to do it. As long as I release a few messages, hehe..."

The Holy Mountain prohibits the tragic death of brothers and feet, and Wu Qi does not have the courage to do so.

But spreading news and asking others to deal with Fang Yuan is absolutely daring!
Chapter completed!