Dongfang Mo naturally took the expression of this woman into his eyes.

Logically speaking, this woman seems to be less than 20 years old and is not the same as Nangong Yurou. Moreover, the battle she was appointed to be had had a long time ago, and it is reasonable that she did not know or even saw Nangong Yurou. But from her previous expression, Dongfang Mo clearly saw that this matter was not that simple.

"Previously... why did senior ask about this?" said the girl named Nangong Mei with some unnatural words.

Dongfang Moben wanted to use his power to suppress others, but after thinking about it, he sighed and said, "Hey, don't worry, Xiaodao was a friend of Nangong Yurou in the past, and he had no ill intentions."

Hearing this, Nangong Mei frowned, and then subconsciously glanced at the young man from the Immortal Clan who could not move.

"He can't hear anything, just say it straight."

Dongfang Mo saw that the woman seemed to be concerned, so he spoke.

Now that his anode body-forging technique has reached the late stage of great success, the repulsive force emitted has imprisoned the young man. If he wants, this person can't even breathe, let alone hear the conversation between them.

After hearing his words, Nangong Mei hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke.

"The Nangong Yurou mentioned by my senior is the only daughter of my Nangong family. According to the seniority, he is the younger generation's aunt. However, after Aunt Yurou participated in the war in the Eastern Region, she disappeared without a trace. Over the years, my Nangong family has also been looking for her everywhere."

"Don't you have any news about her in your Nangong family?" Dongfang Mo's heart sank.

Perhaps because she felt that Dongfang Mo's tone was a little heavy, the woman quickly explained: "It's true, but Aunt Yurou's natal soul lamp has been burning quietly in the Soul Lantern Hall of my Nangong family, so she should be safe."

"That's good." Dongfang Mo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Then he heard him ask, "It depends on your age, how could you know about Nangong Yurou?"

"Seniors don't know anything. Now, there is one of the tribes in my Nangong family that every member of the Nangong family must know and abide by, that is, always pay attention to the news about Aunt Yurou. If there is any news, you must report it to the Hui tribe immediately. In addition, there is also a portrait of Aunt Yurou in the tribe. Every member of the Nangong family can recognize Aunt Yurou as long as he sees Aunt Yurou."

"So that's it." Dongfang Mo nodded.

As he pondered, a trace of guilt appeared in his heart.

Unexpectedly, because of his actions to deal with Han Ling, Nangong Yurou's whereabouts are still unknown.

Fortunately, the soul lamp of this woman is still burning. If there is news in the future, he will definitely find this woman.

After a long time, Dongfang Mo came to his senses, and then ignored the two of them. After pushing open the door, he walked out directly.

Seeing him leaving so freely, a hint of doubt appeared on Nangong Mei's face. She had no idea who Dongfang Mo was, nor did she know his relationship with Nangong Yurou. But after thinking about it, this woman felt that Dongfang Mo and Nangong Yurou should be indeed old acquaintances, otherwise this Taoist priest would not have asked for a person who had been separated for no reason for many years.

Until Dongfang Mo left for a long time, he heard a slight sound of "wave", as if something had been broken.

At this time, the imprisoned young man from the Immortal Clan finally resumed his actions.

“Hu…hu…”

I saw his face flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

"Brother He, are you okay!"

At this time, Nangong Mei looked at him and asked with a little concern.

"I made Fairy Nangong laugh at me, it's nothing serious." The young man looked up and smiled reluctantly.

"It's fine if it's okay." Nangong Mei said softly. It seemed that Dongfang Mo had just imprisoned the young man and had no other excessive actions.

"By the way, is that person just now a former acquaintance of Fairy Nangong?" At this time, he heard the young man ask again.

"This... Actually, the little woman doesn't know that person either. He came here just to inquire about something from me." Nangong Mei still explained after thinking about it.

"Are you really that?" The young man looked a little disbelief.

"Why, Do you think the little girl needs to lie to you?" Hearing this, Nangong Mei's face suddenly showed a hint of unhappiness. Even the name of this person changed from the previous "Brother He" to the three words "Fellow Daoist".

"Haha, Fairy Nangong was joking. What I mean is that if the Taoist priest really didn't know Fairy Nangong, then today's affairs would never be like this." The young man laughed at first, and then his expression turned red.

Nangong Mei frowned slightly, but she didn't expect that the youth meant this.

The young man suddenly looked up and looked out of the street through the window. He saw the slender Taoist priest before walking on the busy street. Looking at Dongfang Mo's back, his face became even more angry.

"Looking at him wearing a Taoist robe, he is probably from Taiyi Dao Palace. But in my territory of Huaxian Sect, I dare to be rude to me, He Nanqiao. No matter who he is, I want to let him know that the people of Huaxian Sect are not soft persimmons that can be kneaded by others."

"Brother He, for the little girl, let's forget about this matter. After all, this person has no malicious intentions, and Brother He has not suffered any damage before. You should know that establishing an enemy in the Dan Condensing Realm for no reason, even if Brother He has the Immortal Sect behind him, it would not be a wise move."

Nangong Mei persuaded.

"Hmph, the Taoist priest is rude first. If this matter is gone, let it go. Let me tell you where to put my name in the Huaxian Sect. Since this evil man is not an old acquaintance of Fairy Nangong, there is no need to discuss this matter. If you go down, go back so that the Taoist priest will not go away."

After the young man finished speaking, he immediately stood up and walked out of the attic.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Mei looked like she wanted to speak but stopped, but then the woman stood up and followed her.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was stepping on the bustling street. Although he looked around, his thoughts had already flown out of the sky.

Deep in his heart, he couldn't tell what he felt about Nangong Yurou.

In order to let this woman keep a secret for him, he pretended to express his heart with sweet words, but he didn't expect that this woman believed it. Later, especially after saving this woman in the blood clan's bone mountain, the two of them made Dongfang Mo's memory and impression extremely profound.

However, during the blood refining of life and death, Nangong Yurou's father suddenly appeared and rescued the woman from the leader of the blood clan. At that time, he was left alone to fight, and he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

He knew that he actually had some strange thoughts about Nangong Yurou. And he could also feel the feeling of this woman for him.

But luck makes people beat people. Even if they can meet again, they don’t know if it’s the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Just when Dongfang Mo was in a very complicated mood, he suddenly stopped.

Just because in front of him, several figures suddenly appeared and blocked him.

When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing a long gown and had an ordinary appearance. He could never see that kind of person if he was thrown into the crowd. However, the fluctuations in cultivation emanating from him were obviously in the middle stage of the Dan Condensation Realm.

Behind him, there were seven or eight Foundation Establishment Cultivators dressed in uniform clothing. Judging from the outfits of these people, they should be from the Immortal Clan.

And when he saw that there was a young man about twenty years old among the middle-aged man, his expression suddenly became cold.

This person is the young man from the Immortal Clan who was imprisoned by him before.

Now that things are happening, Dongfang Mo still doesn’t understand what’s going on.

He didn't expect that he just imprisoned the boy casually. This person would be so petty and cause him some trouble. It seems that these naughty calfs are really newborn calfs who are not afraid of tigers. With a backer behind him, no one dares to offend him, and they are simply ignorant of life or death.

If it were in the East China Sea, such a person would probably not live for three days.

Behind the young man, the woman named Nangong Mei was still following. However, when Dongfang Mo looked at the woman, a helpless bitter smile appeared on the woman's face.

With his scheming, he naturally realized that this matter should have nothing to do with this woman.

Although Dongfang Mo wanted to smash the young man, he knew that this place was the Blood Tomb City, and that private fights were prohibited in this city, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

So he looked at the middle-aged man in the lead and asked, "What does this mean by fellow Taoist!"

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man did not speak immediately, but looked sideways at the young man beside him and showed inquiring eyes.

"Elder Qi, I did feel the aura of the treasure I lost in this person before, but the disciple was not sure. But this matter is of great importance and the disciple cannot decide, so I can only ask the elder to come forward." Then the young man said.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold at the man, and an invisible pressure emanated from him, hitting the young man.

In just this moment, the young man's face turned pale, and his chest seemed to be hit by a huge rock, making him breathless.

The next moment, his knees trembled wildly, as if he could not bear the pressure, he was about to kneel down in public.

In an instant, he understood how terrifying the strength of this Taoist priest was. Just one look made him feel that he would die in the next second. How could he not be shocked?

He had seen many cultivators in the Dan-Cinging Realm, but no one would have oppressed him like this.

"snort!"

Just as the young man was about to kneel down, a cold snorted sound rang.

At the same time, the pressure on the young man suddenly decreased. Then he finally stood firm with sweat on his head.

However, he never dared to look at Dongfang Mo's eyes again, and even he had regrets in his heart that he had offended the Taoist priest. Because he had just felt a murderous intent that seemed to be real. He knew that if it fell into the Taoist priest's hands, he would have to be dead, so he was very afraid.

"I dare to ask what the fellow Taoist is called."

At this time, the middle-aged man in the lead glanced at the somewhat embarrassed young man, then looked at Dongfang Mo with a solemn expression, and asked.

He was also in the middle stage of the Dan Condensing Realm, but he was far from able to achieve the momentum that he could only exude, which would make a foundation-building cultivator kneel down. Therefore, he felt a strong fear of Dongfang Mo. With his years of experience, this kind of person could see at a glance that his strength must be far superior to that of the cultivator of the same level.

"No need to say more nonsense, let me say anything bluntly." Dongfang Mo glanced at the man and said unhappily.

"you……"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression twitched. But he immediately suppressed his anger and then looked at Dongfang Mo and continued: "Wu Ju, the elder of the Xiahua Immortal Sect, a treasure of my Huaxian Sect was stolen by a criminal man a year ago. According to reports, the criminal man fled to the land of the blood clan. Now we are ordered to come here to search. Wu now suspects that my Huaxian Sect has the treasure of my Huaxian Sect."

"Then what!" Dongfang Mo said lukewarmly.

"I'm so rude. Wu wants to check fellow Taoist's storage bag." Faced with Dongfang Mo's calmness, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Mo suddenly chuckled. A monk from the Dan Condensation Realm dared to say that he had checked his storage bag. This was the first time he had heard such words in recent years.

"What if Xiaodao said no?" Dongfang Mo's expression gradually became cold at this time.

"Haha, fellow Taoist misunderstood. The inspection I mentioned below is just a borrowing of a detection magic weapon. It does not require fellow Taoist to open the storage bag." As he said that, the middle-aged man took out a small mirror the size of a face.

Hearing his words, Dongfang Mo was still unmoved and did not say agree or refuse.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man looked at him with anger.

Although he was afraid of Dongfang Mo, he guessed in his heart that if this person refused to agree, it would mean that he would have been weird.

As for the young man behind the middle-aged man, he secretly glanced up at Dongfang Mo from time to time, showing a gloating look.

"Slow down!"

Just as the form was tense, a crisp sound like an oriole suddenly resounded in the minds of Dongfang Mo and the middle-aged man.

The moment he heard this sound, Dongfang Mo's heart jumped, and he felt that the sound was a little familiar.

But when he looked up, he didn't see anyone here.

He instantly understood that it should have been the transmission of the voice of the spiritual consciousness before.

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Chapter completed!