"I, the Demon Hu Sect, will not interfere with the matter between Elder Qian and E Long."

When Mo Wu said such a sentence, the scene was quiet, and many people showed a faint look of shock. Elder Qian was the elder of the Demon Hu Sect after all, and Mo Wu actually said such sentence, and ignored Qian Xiaoxiong when outsiders attacked him.

All present were senior leaders of the Demon Hu Sect, with high-level cultivation. Thinking of the faint undercurrents of the Demon Hu Sect before, I couldn't help but have a sense of enlightenment in my heart that the Mo family used the help of outsiders to remove Qian Xiaoxiong.

Because of the undercurrent caused by Qian Xiaoxiong before, he was vaguely fighting against the Mo family.

"In extraordinary times, my Demon Hu Sect must be united." At this time, Mo Wu on the high platform spoke.

Hearing this sentence, everyone seemed even more silent, and then turned their eyes to the front. There were several special high seats there, which were the elder seats, and four old men sat upright among them. In addition to Qian Xiaoxiong, the other three elders of the Demon Hu Sect, one of them was Mo Yuntian who sent 600-year-old ginseng to Qian Xiaoxiong, and the front sect leader of the Demon Hu Sect, who was also from the Mo family, named Mo Yunfeng.

At this moment, the faces of the two elders of the other surname became a little ugly, but they were in silence without any expression.

After glanced at the four old men and looked at Mo Wu on the high platform deeply. Zhao Qing suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Zhao Qing! What if you go there?" Seeing Zhao Qing standing up, Mo Wu on the high platform spoke expressionlessly on his face.

While Mo Wu was speaking, a middle-aged man stood in front of Zhao Qing. He did not know this middle-aged man, but he could guess that this man should have the surname Mo, and only the Mo family would do this.

At this moment, everyone in the lobby looked at this place, and everyone naturally knew that Zhao Qing was Qian Xiaoxiong's disciple, and for this! Some people were gloating, but most of them had complicated expressions of regret.

"Zhao Qing! You don't have to go. If you go, you may have your own life. With your eighth-level cultivation level, you can't help much." The middle-aged man who stood in front of Zhao Qing spoke.

"Get out of here!" Zhao Qing said in a deep voice.

"As an elder of the Demon Hu Sect, I naturally would not watch you die. In addition, with your cultivation level, without my permission, you will not be able to get out of the gate behind you." The middle-aged man said with a calm expression.

There is no flaw in such a sentence, and there is no flaw in the Mo family's approach, because it is no longer a conspiracy, but a dignified open conspiracy. Everyone can see clearly that the Mo family wants to remove Qian Xiaoxiong, but it makes people unable to find a reason to refute, because in the era of great changes, it is imperative to twist the demon tiger together.

However, because of this, Zhao Qing sounded extremely harsh, his face became as cold as ice, and a smile appeared on Mo Wu's face on the high platform. As for the other people with good relationships in Qian Xiaoxiong, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief while feeling a little regretful.

"Saving Zhao Qing is also an explanation to Qian Xiaoxiong." Many people thought secretly.

"Zhao Qing! I know you are unwilling to accept it, but you are not Mo Yanhai's opponent. He has the cultivation level of the ninth level and is Mo Wu's uncle. You are not his opponent, so there is no need to ask for trouble." At this time, a middle-aged man came out and pulled Zhao Qing and comforted him.

This middle-aged man was the one who secretly reminded him before.

"Young man, don't act irritating."

Mo Yanhai, who was blocking the front, glanced at the middle-aged man who walked out, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You are not in Yang Ye. Are you worried that I can't handle even a kid?"

Feeling Mo Yanhai's gaze, the middle-aged man named Yang Ye's face changed slightly, and he suddenly took a step back. At this moment! He vaguely guessed that the reason why the Mo family kept Zhao Qing was to shock those with strange intentions. Zhao Qing's existence was their wake-up call. Although Zhao Qing was very talented, Mo Wu was there in the Mo family, so he didn't care about it.

"Get out of the way! Otherwise, you will die." Zhao Qing's voice sounded again.

Hearing this, the people present were stunned. It seemed that Zhao Qing had decided to leave. Even if he knew that he could not do it, he would still do it. Such a mind still made people sigh, but the environment at this moment was filled with regret from everyone.

"It seems! I'm going to move thickly." Mo Yanhai showed a grim smile and suddenly attacked Zhao Qing. A hand covered with calluses and faintly shining with metallic luster, like a squishy thunder in a sound of breaking through the air, suddenly slapped at Zhao Qing with a rapid force.

Mo Yanhai obviously did not hold back. If he hit Zhao Qing with such a fierce palm, even if he didn't die, he would end up seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, the two elders of other surnames sitting on the elder's seat frowned deeply, with a hint of unbearable expression on their faces, but they did not take action to stop them, nor did they speak.

Feeling the evil wind coming to his face, Zhao Qing's expression remained unchanged, and a "crack..." sounded. At the moment Mo Yanhai took action, the two spears he carried were instantly combined by him.

On the high platform, Mo Wu and four old men on the elder's seat. Seeing this scene, their faces suddenly changed. In this short moment, Zhao Qing came first. Before Mo Yanhai had contacted him, he had already combined the spears first, and his expression remained calm.

Just looking at this clue, we can see that Zhao Qing's cultivation is definitely more than eighth level, and his cultivation is even higher than Mo Yanhai, who is at the peak of the ninth level.

At this moment, Mo Yanhai's pupils suddenly contracted, and a fatal sense of danger made his heart pause suddenly, instinctively trying to retreat, but it was too late.

A "swish..." sounded, and the spear flashed like black lightning. The spearhead had pierced Mo Yanhai's chest. Then Zhao Qing picked up the whole person and stopped in mid-air.

Only those with the cultivation level of a martial arts master can see clearly at this moment. As for those with the ninth level of cultivation, they have vaguely captured a trace, but cannot see clearly.

Yes, at this moment, when everyone saw Mo Yanhai being penetrated by Zhao Qing's spear and being picked in mid-air, everyone was immediately uproared and looked at Zhao Qing with disbelief.

The spearhead penetrated Mo Yanhai's body, and blood flowed along the spear. However, Mo Yanhai was still twitching, urinating in pain, his face pale and sweating all over his head, but the strength seemed to have disappeared, and he could not move at all. The vitality of the ninth-level warrior was still extremely tenacious.

Of course, if Zhao Qing penetrated his heart, then he would never be immune.

The four words "Master of Martial Arts!" sounded in everyone's minds. There was no doubt that Mo Yanhai, who could kill the ninth-level peak with one blow, and Zhao Qing's cultivation level must have reached the level of a matriarch.

"Now! Is there anyone stopping me?" Zhao Qing looked at Mo Wu and said coldly.

Looking at Mo Yanhai who was still twitching, Mo Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and his face became solemn. When things came to this situation, the majesty he had just established disappeared in an instant, and Mo Wu wanted to take action! However, Mo Yanhai was still in his hands. If he took action, Zhao Qing would definitely take Mo Yanhai's life.

"Put down Yan Hai! You're leaving." This is, Mo Yunfeng, the front sect leader of the Demon Hu Sect, spoke in the elder's seat.

"Hmph!" Zhao Qing snorted coldly, shook his spear, Mo Yanhai drew a curve in the air and flew towards the platform, and he had already walked towards the gate.

Mo Wu, on the high platform, caught Mo Yanhai with a grim look at Zhao Qing's back. At this time, a few people came up quickly and carried Mo Yanhai for treatment.

The gate of the Demon Tiger Tower opened, which immediately attracted the attention of the disciples of the Demon Tiger Sect. In the square on the top of the mountain, everyone looked over there.

However, when everyone saw that it was Zhao Qing, who was holding a metal spear, with the black metal spear dripping with blood beads. This situation made everyone stunned. They never thought that such a situation would happen.

No one stopped him, which made Zhao Qing feel relieved. I don’t know what happened to Qian Xiaoxiong now, so he had to go there quickly.

However, in his heart, he became secretly alert. After suffering such a big loss, Mo Wu, who was the same year as him, actually resisted not taking action, which made him feel a little afraid.

Suddenly, Zhao Qing's aura skyrocketed. In an instant, the many disciples of the Demon Humen in the square turned pale. The people standing around him retreated repeatedly, and many of them fell to the ground tremblingly.

It seemed that they were not alone, but an active volcano. The momentum that could erupt at any time made people feel cold and they almost couldn't breathe.

"You! Come with me." Zhao Qing shook the spear in his hand, pointing at a young man he didn't know, and said.

The young man shivered suddenly, and his heart seemed to be blocked by a mountain, which made him panic and felt a suffocating.

"Yes..." The young man's mind went blank and he instinctively agreed.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was following Zhao Qing and arrived at the parking lot. Zhao Qing's intention was actually to take him on a journey and arrive at Qian Xiaoxiong at the fastest time.

A moment later, amid a roar, a luxury sports car rushed out of the Demon Tiger Villa and disappeared from sight in an instant.

In the luxury car, Zhao Qing looked at the trees that were constantly flying backwards, and a hint of anxiety appeared on his face. He gave Qian Xiaoxiong a phone call and message, but there was no response.

The metal spear had been removed by him and put it back into a special leather bag, but there was a faint smell of blood, which made the young man driving anxious.

"Brother! Did you kill someone in the Demon Tiger Tower?" The young man wanted to ease the atmosphere, or to make friends with Zhao Qing, because having friendship and not having friendship with him without knowledge are completely different things.

"What awesome!" the young man added carefully.
Chapter completed!