"Senior, help me!"

Mo Yuqing wailed and flew towards the Lingxu warship, as if there was a deadly evil ghost behind him.

The huge Lingxu battleship hovered above everyone's heads.

immediately.

A stream of light flew down from the Lingxu battleship.

It is the light of the foundation-building monk's escape.

When the uncle and nephew of the Chen family saw this scene, the old god watched Mo Yuqing's performance freely.

When Mo Yuqing saw that Chen Daoxuan didn't stop him, he suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy of resurrection.

Just as his face showed ecstasy, a light of light flashed past him, and then a very cold face came into his eyes.

"Senior, I am..."

"Noisy!"

Zhou Mucheng glanced at Mo Yuqing coldly, grabbed his neck with one hand, as if he was carrying a chicken, and held him in his hand.

As Zhou Mucheng and others escaped, the light descended on the Cangyun.

The Chen family's uncle and nephew rushed forward to greet him.

"Brother Zhou!"

"Uncle Zhou."

Chen Xianhe and Chen Daoxuan quickly stepped forward and bowed, and said with a smile.

When Zhou Mucheng saw Chen Xianhe, especially when he saw Chen Daoxuan, his eyes lit up slightly.

He saw all Chen Daoxuan's performance against the Mo family monk just now.

Zhou Mucheng was surprised to find that when it comes to the realm of swordsmanship, the young junior in front of him was actually above him.

This is a bit horrifying.

You know, he is a cultivator at the seventh level of foundation building, and his cultivation is one level higher than Chen Daoxuan.

Chen Daoxuan started practicing swords in his mother's womb, and his sword skills were impossible to be above him.

The only explanation is that Chen Daoxuan, like Zhou Mubai, the genius of the Zhou family, is a swordsman who is invincible.

If this kind of swordsman genius does not fall in the future, he will be destined to become a famous figure.

Thinking of this.

Zhou Mucheng felt more about making friends with the uncle and nephew of the Chen family.

Especially Chen Daoxuan is still so young.

Although Zhou Mucheng looks only in his forties, in fact, he has been practicing for more than 150 years.

Even if the foundation-building monk has two hundred years of life, Zhou Mucheng's remaining life span is not much.

Moreover, Zhou Mucheng knew in his heart that if there was no big chance, the possibility of him breaking through to the Purple Mansion in this life was slim.

It would be fine if Zhou Mucheng was alone.

But he had a son in his old age and had a son Zhou Siliang in the Qi Refining Period.

This forced him to think more about his son's future.

Although the Zhou family covered the sky with only one hand in Guang'an Mansion, there were also many monks in the Zhou family, with hundreds of thousands of people.

So many monks, plus his son Zhou Siliang's qualifications, are not very good-minded.

Zhou Mucheng was actually very worried about his son's future.

He is still alive now, and his son may not have any worries, but by the time he dies in the future, his son's situation will definitely be much more difficult than it is now.

As a child of the Zhou family, Zhou Mucheng knew in his heart that the Zhou family would never use a lot of resources to raise a waste.

Zhou Mucheng was unable to tell outsiders about these worries.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Mucheng has a high position and is a patrol deacon in charge of a Lingxu battleship of the Zhou family.

But who can understand the pain in his heart?

Originally, he helped Chen Xianhe and Chen Daoxuan's uncle and nephew, just because Chen Xianhe bribed him with the second-level water spirit bead and his former colleagues at Zhennanguan.

But today, after seeing Chen Daoxuan's terrifying swordsmanship talent, Zhou Mucheng completely changed his mind.

He wants to make friends with the Chen family, especially Chen Daoxuan.

For some reason, he seemed to vaguely see the shadow of Zhou Mubai, a genius of the Zhou family who had once suppressed the entire Guang'an Prefecture in Chen Daoxuan.

Thoughts flipped.

Zhou Mucheng casually confined Mo Yuqing's dantian Qihai, threw it on the deck of Cangyun, bowed and said, "Brother Chen, nephew, Zhou isn't there late, right?"

"It's not too late, it's just right."

Chen Xianhe Gong bowed and said with a smile.

On the deck of Cangyun, Mo Yuqing heard their conversation and his heart gradually sank.

At this time, he didn't know that their Mo family was under the slightest death by Chen Xianhe.

Thinking of this, he pointed at Chen Xianhe with his finger and cursed: "It's you! It's you, the old bastard, who is plotting against my Mo family! Old man, you are so cruel!"

Hearing this scolding.

Chen Daoxuan's face immediately became dark, and he raised his hand and waved a stream of true energy, pulled Mo Yuqing to the ground, and said coldly: "Let me clean your mouth."

Mo Yuqing seemed to be slapping by Chen Daoxuan, and was slapped by him. Not only did he not dare to say anything, but instead buried his head on the deck timidly.

Chen Xianhe was scolded by Mo Yuqing, but she was not angry. Instead, she smiled and said, "Don't blame me. I didn't give you the Mo family a chance. I have said before that I have notified the Zhou family patrol team. It was because of your Mo family's own obsession that it caused the bitter fruit at this time. How did you blame me?"

"I, I..."

Hearing this murderous words, Mo Yuqing was so angry that he couldn't speak.

But immediately.

He seemed to think of something again, crawled over crazily, grabbed Zhou Mucheng's clothes, and prayed: "Senior Zhou, please give up your hands and let me go," he said.

Mo Yuqing paused, "Yes, my Mo family has spirit stones, we have more than 30,000 spirit stones. It is for my patriarch to build the foundation. I will give it to you now, and I will give it to you all. I just want you to let my Mo family go!"

As he said that, Mo Yuqing kept robbing the ground with his head and kowtowed wildly.

Seeing his kneeling and begging for his tribe members, Chen Daoxuan felt a little unbearable, but then he made up his mind and turned his head to stop looking at him.

Chen Xianhe and Zhou Mucheng were not human geniuses, and when they saw Chen Daoxuan's expression, they knew what he was thinking.

Zhou Mucheng seemed to be scolding Mo Yuqing, but also seemed to be explaining to Chen Daoxuan, saying, "Hmph! If everyone in Guang'an Prefecture cultivators could learn from your Mo family, intercept and kill colleagues, and bribing my Zhou family cultivators to get through the test, then how could my huge Guang'an Prefecture be peaceful?"

As he said that, he paused, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Besides, where did your Mo family get more than 30,000 spirit stones? If you have so many spirit stones, why should you intercept your fellow disciples?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xianhe, who was standing beside him, quickly echoed: "Brother Zhou said very well. The Mo family was so poor that they intercepted our uncle and nephew. They didn't have more than 30,000 spirit stones. This boy must be lying to you."

"Hahaha!"

As they said, the two looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

Chen Daoxuan glanced at Uncle Thirteen and Zhou Mucheng again. He found that the monks from Wanxinghai were more cruel than the other.

The Mo family is completely finished this time.

Thinking of this, he handed the photo stone to Zhou Mucheng and said, "Uncle Zhou, this is evidence of the Mo family's interception of our uncle and nephew."

"Um."

After taking Chen Daoxuan's photo-taking stone and releasing it for everyone to watch, Zhou Mucheng sneered: "What else can you say in the Mo family now?"
Chapter completed!