Speaking, Mo Fengwu glanced at the host.

"Judge, right?"

The host glanced at Yan Qingyu, then nodded.

"It's the left hand."

The temple guards behind him also came to their senses at this time and then said:

"The judge is true, and the subordinates are remembered, it is the left hand."

"Yes, remembers his subordinates too."

"That's it." Mo Fengwu laughed with his lips. Yan Qingyu heard the words, and said sharply:

"What about the left hand? Moh family, take a long time, let go of the old, otherwise ..."

But Mo Fengwu snorted coldly and said, "Human, demon, monster, monster, and hundreds of tribes in all worlds. Anyone who condenses essence and blood and comes out, no matter what method it is, there must be wounds.

After all, the essence and blood will never jump out of thin air! My essence and blood just now were condensed from my right hand, so the wound was on the middle finger of my right hand."

Having said that, Mo Fengwu raised his right hand and showed the middle indication in front of everyone.

Everyone in the audience was invisible, but the host and several guards on the stage saw it.

Sure enough, there is a small wound on the middle finger. Although it is not eye -catching, there are indeed.

"Yes, there are wounds."

Hosting the old man said. A few temple guards next to him also nodded and agreed.

"But what about you?" Mo Fengwu smiled, and then Feng's eyes turned slightly, put his eyes on Yan Qingyu's left hand.

"This hand is still good. Fine and tender ... Unfortunately, why didn't I see the wound?"

What?

No wound?

The crowd in the audience stunned.

The host on the stage was shocked, and then rushed over instantly, holding the left hand of Yan Qingyu, staring up ...

Thumb, no.

Finger, no.

Middle finger, no ...

Nympho

Nothing!

How is this possible?

The stone tablet had a reaction before, but it was marked correctly! And I clearly saw it, how could it be... wait!

No ...

Thinking of some possibility, the old host's eyes widened and looked at Yan Qingyu in disbelief.

"You, you ..."

Mo Fengwu laughed: "Essence of blood comes from the body and will not appear out of thin air. But you have no wounds, so how did the sperm blood on the stone brand come from?"

At this time, Yan Qingyu finally swept the Qi Zhendi before, panicked.

"Dang, of course, it is old. However, it is just the wound healing fast, so ..."

"Fast healing? Huh, even if heal is fast, there should be traces? So, what about your traces?"

"Old, old ..."

"What do you do? Don't tell me that you are ready in advance. This excuse will not believe it if you want to come three years old!"

Speaking, Mo Fengwu dumped Yan Qingyu, and then said:

"Tiandao is fair, and naturally it will not be mistaken. But there are people who cover the eyes of the sky, and the fierce punishment. The thunder came from the west ... Come!"

Standing on the ring, Mo Fengwu said softly.

The crowd in the audience was stunned, and then I saw that the guardian of the Mo family stood out and respectfully: "The subordinates are here."

"The central city goes west, check, who has just been punished by a lightning strike!"

"yes!"

With a sound, the guard of the Mo family left quickly.

The crowds of Xingtang not far away heard that the elderly elderly priests immediately whispered: "Notify the Xingtang of the Western Regions, check what is going on."
Chapter completed!