The surroundings are still quiet, but the atmosphere is getting weirder.

Yan Qingyu, who was standing on the ring, looked at the Mo family guard leaving, and his eyelids twitched.

An inexplicable blush began to appear on the face without any wrinkles.

"My daughter, you dare..."

Mo Fengwu sneered: "Why don't I dare?"

"You...hum, so what? I'm the eighth-level medicine emperor. Even if you find out, what can you do to me?"

Yan Qingyu's eyes widened, and then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha... I am the eighth-level medicine emperor, who dares to touch me? You don't dare! The punishment hall is even more afraid. Even if it is the temple or the holy realm, what can I do with me?"

Off the stage, silent.

Everyone watched Yan Qingyu get madly on the stage, but couldn't say a word.

That's right, when the Medicine Sect is not saint, Yan Qingyu, the eighth-level Medicine Emperor, is the pinnacle of the Medicine Sect. He is comparable to the saint of the Wusen Sect.

Even if we can't be on par with Lu Sheng and others, no one dares to shake it!

Everyone in the audience sighed secretly, and no one spoke at the Zhantang, but at this time, a chief snorted coldly, and then whispered to the side.

But that's all.

However, Wang Yitong, who was sitting among the people in the execution hall, looked at Yan Qingyu who was proud of the stage and his eyelids blew a few times.

"It's over...it's over, it's over..."

Liao Fu, who was sitting next to him, nodded unconsciously when he heard this: "Shut up quickly... I'm trying to die, this is trying to die..."

The two of them were muttering in a low voice unconsciously. At this moment, Mo Fengwu smiled softly.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then raised their hands and covered their eyes at the same time, "Here you come!"

Then I heard Mo Fengwu say:

"So, did you admit it?"

Yan Qingyu was still proud and laughed again after hearing this: "What if you admit it? So what if you don't admit it? Mo family girl, you dare to touch me..."

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound.

Yan Qingyu, who was smug, had his face swollen, and he staggered and sat on the ground.

At this moment, everyone present was stunned.

Yan Qingyu froze even more, then widened his eyes in disbelief, stared at Mo Fengwu, and said in a trembling voice:

"You, you dare to beat me... You dare to beat the eighth-level medicine emperor..."

Mo Fengwu looked at him with a high profile and looked down upon him: "What a fuckin't you?"

"You, you..."

"What are you, you, me, me?" As he said that, Mo Fengwu took another step forward, then leaned over slightly, curled his lips and said, "Old guy, do you really think he is great, right? Or do you still feel that if you avoid the spiritual battle and cover the eyes of the sky, no one dares to touch you, and you are confident? Well?

Let me tell you, today, you are dead!"

"You, you..."

Yan Qingyu's eyes widened, his face turned redder and even reached the point of bleeding.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

And at this moment, Yan Qingyu, who was originally angry, instantly showed a hideous smile.

Mo Fengwu, who was standing in front of him, immediately condensed her eyes, and the next second, she suddenly pushed the old host next to her back hard!

At the same time, he raised his hand and waved it, and a white mist exploded on the ring.

Immediately afterwards, before everyone could notice what was going on, Mo Fengwu reached out and grabbed it, then pierced a sharp spear directly through Yan Qingyu's feet, and instantly nailed him to the ring.

"ah!"

With a scream, it was uploaded on the ring. At this time, Mo Fengwu waved his hand gently, and the white mist that had just exploded instantly disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!