Murong Xuan's face turned pale, her eyes were full of horror, and the blood in her body seemed to be cold. She looked at Uncle Liang with fear and anger, who spoke to the point.
"Old man! Stop being rude and stop spitting!"
Murong Xuan was so angry that her whole body was shaking, and she pointed angrily at Uncle Liang.
Uncle Liang smiled and said: "There are gods three feet above your head. Miss Murong, won't you be afraid when you come back from your dream at midnight?"
Having said this, Uncle Liang looked at Mo Qingwu: "The meaning of the Lord of the Martial Palace is very clear. Miss Ye San can take back what belongs to her without any fault. If Miss Mo wants to cause trouble, the Martial Palace is willing to accompany it to the end. It is best to go to the Martial God Hall.
, let the hundreds of millions of warriors from Lingtian Continent come to judge."
Mo Qingwu's face was ashen. Even though she had tremendous talent, she had to follow the rules set by the Martial God Hall.
What's more, she has important matters on her trip today, and it would be bad if she gets too entangled with Ye Chuyue.
Just that blood-drinking sword...
Mo Qingwu smiled coldly.
Not urgent.
She will get it back sooner or later.
How could a mere loser be a match for a genius like her?
"Since the Lord of the Martial Palace asked someone to come and reason with you, as a disciple of Shenxuan, I am not an unreasonable person."
Mo Qingwu is a ruthless character, even if such a big thing happened, he quickly returned to normal.
"Senior Sister Mo..."
Murong Xuan refused to give up.
Mo Qingwu glanced at her lightly, and Murong Xuan immediately turned her tail between her legs and stopped talking.
Mo Qingwu looked at the carriage, raised her lips and smiled, then turned around and walked into the Shenwu Imperial City.
At this moment, the long road in front of the palace gate was finally calm.
When Mo Qingwu's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, countless people burst into cheers!
"The Northern Marquis of Xinzhen is mighty!" An unknown young man raised his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"New Town Beihou is mighty!"
Countless people shouted loudly.
This is an exciting moment.
Over the years, the Shenwu Empire has been bullied and bullied by other vassal states.
Now, not to mention feeling proud, it also gave them new hope.
Zhang Zongyan, the leader of the Golden Armor Guards, took a deep breath and looked at the carriage that was getting further away with confusion.
Xuanyuan Yu clenched his fists with both hands and was very excited.
The crowd gradually calmed down.
And Xuanyuan Yu raised his right hand that was clenched into a fist, and with all his strength, he shouted loudly: "The Beihou of Xinzhen is mighty! Master Ayue... is mighty!"
Inspiring.
greatly awaited.
Uncle Liang looked at this scene in surprise.
Not long ago, that girl was no better than a pig or a dog.
Now, in the nine-fold cloud sky, the blood-drinking dragon soul shocked everyone.
After being silent for a long time, Uncle Liang smiled happily.
It is indeed a good thing that the Shenwu Empire can have many geniuses that are rare in the world.
However, compared to other leaders, this genius came out of the abyss.
It will only become more tenacious!
In front of the palace gate, Xuanyuan Chen was wearing a mysterious robe, and his face was like a crown of jade.
He looked at the carriage, and his mind was full of the girl who had just soared to the top of the sky.
...
On the carriage, the driver was pulling the reins, looking pale and looking at the little wolf sitting next to him with some horror.
I am really afraid that if I am not careful, I will become the wolf's meal.
The driver swallowed his saliva and did not dare to look any further.
In the carriage, the girl gathered her cloak and leaned against the soft cushions. The blood-drinking sword on her waist was filled with a strange blood glow.
She was sleeping with her eyes closed, as lazy as a fox.
There is also a delicate small ax pinned to the waist.