The group of cultivators behind the Western Lord were also filled with righteous indignation and glared at everyone.

These people are too shameless. Such a large area of ​​medicinal materials has been picked cleanly, and even a slag is left.

How can this make everyone feel favorable?

He Weiping and the others looked at each other and silently gathered at Mrs. Mo.

The Western Emperor led hundreds of people, who were standing opposite the lawn at this moment, staring at them fiercely.

In this holy place of experience, everything can be spoken by fists.

Maybe the Western Emperor started anger and rushed over with the people around him, forcing them to hand over the medicinal materials they had picked before.

This is not impossible either.

He Weiping, Zhang Jing and others were all looking at the group of people brought by the Western Lord and him with great vigilance.

The Western Lord smiled and laughed at the Eastern Lord without a smile, "Brother Dongfang, this is a bit unreasonable."

Before the Lord of Dongfang could speak, he heard a sound of silence.

"What are you embarrassed to be embarrassed about? First come first served. This is how you practice rules. There is no way to be envious, jealous and hateful. After all, who made you one step late?"

The Western Lord's face turned dark and shouted sternly, "Who is standing up?"

Mo Baobao hugged his father's neck and shouted angrily, "Dad, he is just a fierce little bun."

As soon as Mo Lian raised her hand, a heavy holy power swept across.

The Western Lord was shocked and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.

However, it was too late. He was hit by a thick holy force on his shoulder, turning it backwards in the air to remove the power.

Even so, my body still couldn't help but tremble and took more than ten steps back.

Dongfang Yuzhu's eyes flashed slightly, and a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "Brother Xifang, why are you always so impatient?"

"So impatient is useless." The Eastern Lord stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the Western Lord with contempt.

"The same is true for those who are willing to accept the loss. I think what Xiaoyou Mo said is very true. Since you are late, it is inevitable that good things will be picked up by others."

The Western Lord's face was dark, his fists were clenched, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst, showing how bad his mood was at this moment.

However, what can he do now?

If you stay here, you can do nothing except to hurt others.

He could not beat the powerful Young Master Mo. The cunning old fox of the Eastern Lord, the Lord of the Orient, actually found Young Master Mo as his backer from the beginning, which was simply hateful.

"Let's go." The Western Lord shook his sleeves and turned around and wanted to leave.

The Lord of the East couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Xifang, how did you come here? Have you ever experienced the Nine Palaces Illusion Formation?"

The Western Lord now said half of nonsense and was reluctant to say too much to the Eastern Jade Bracelet. He heard the sound and just sneered, "What do you have to do with you?"

"Just just ask, curiously." The Lord of the Eastern Lord said with a smile, "If you don't want to say it, it's okay."

The Western Lord was so angry that anyone who was happy to talk nonsense with the Eastern Lord here?

Just as I was about to step away, a charming laughter came, "Oh, Brother Xi is here too! Brother Dongfang, everyone is here."

The face of the Western Lord became darker.
Chapter completed!