The head of Qingrong Academy said: "It's not that I won't repay, it's that the time has not come yet."
Master Zhu Que then said: "The destined person is far away in the horizon, but close in front of you."
Master Baihu added: "Please be patient and don't be impatient."
Although the voices of the three masters of the hospital are slightly weak, they are calm and calm. The voices are as deep and melodious as if they come from nine heavens away, bringing an aura of calm and tranquility to people. They are worthy of being a powerful person who has been practicing for hundreds of years. A few words mean
Gao Shen's words immediately calmed down the ants on the hot pot...
But Luo Xiner didn't take it seriously. She raised her slender chin high and snorted coldly at the three hospital masters: "Three old immortals! What I gave you was developed by the Blood Refining Demon Lord over hundreds of years."
Unless one of you has reached the supreme level, even if you peel off the skin and bones, you will not be able to escape this comfort! No one can save you!"
As soon as these words came out, hundreds of people in black couldn't help laughing.
However, the three courtyard masters and the four palace masters still had calm expressions on their faces, waiting for the so-called destined person.
Being so left out, Luo Xiner couldn't help it, her face darkened, and she immediately started to get angry. Turning her eyes slightly, she stared at Mo Zishang, who was sitting in the front row of the crowd. Even though he was restricted, his expression remained calm.
As usual, sit upright and straight.
"Just capture that handsome man. I want to see when your destined person from Tianfeng Academy will show up!" Luo Xin'er ordered.
Two men in black stepped forward and pulled Mo Zishang up from the crowd and pushed him to Luo Xiner's feet.
Luo Xiner smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her leg, and put a foot on Mo Zishang's back. People nearby could almost hear the sound of bones breaking.
All those who are imprisoned by the divine curse cannot use any spiritual power. At this time, Mo Zishang must have been seriously injured. It can be seen from his pale face and the cold sweat that is constantly flowing down. But he
He still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
"Huh, you have some backbone! However, if we don't tell you where the Nuwa Stone in Tianfeng College is today, none of the 5,678 people in Tianfeng College will survive!" The sharp voice was filled with lust.
The coldness of blood.
Just after he finished speaking, he saw a god-level red light condensed on Luo Xiner's whip again. If this whip were to hit him, Mo Zishang would have no hope of living at all.
At the critical moment, Mo Ziluo, who had led the team to find him, suddenly jumped out. He was about a hundred meters away from Luo Xin'er. The light of the He Xuefeng Heavenly Sword in his hand flashed sharply, and the sword's light flashed towards Luo Xin'er.
He shouted: "Stop! Don't you want the Nuwa Stone? I know where it is, let my brother go!"
"Oh? There is someone who is not afraid of death..." Luo Xin'er raised her eyebrows and said with a cold snort.
The next moment, hundreds of men in black surrounded Mo Ziluo. However, Huahua's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Murong Feixue thought something was wrong, and looked around the square. Sure enough, she found Huahua's figure. She was hiding her breathing at the moment, walking cautiously on the edge of the square. With everyone paying attention to Mo Ziluo, Huahua went smoothly.
The ground came to Luo Xiner's rear.
Idiot, then Luo Xin'er has the strength of the God-level Red Realm, how come she can't sense the movement of a little girl like you? Murong Feixue couldn't help but feel anxious in her heart...