After just a few words, Mo Mingpeng vaguely guessed that Yan Feixiong's cronies must have encountered a crisis and had an accident.
Seeing that Yan Feixiong didn't want to say anything more and was suppressing the anxiety in his eyes, Mo Mingpian actually pursed his lips, feeling secretly happy in his heart, and started to ramble a lot, tending to pull Yan Feixiong into a conversation.
Yan Feixiong was naturally angry, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger, say a few perfunctory words, then leave and continue running towards the northwest.
Du Feiyun, who stayed low-key in the team, also heard clearly the conversation between the two, and learned that Yan Feixiong was actually a true disciple of Qingshan Sword Sect, and that the direction he was flying to was the valley where he killed Qin Shounan, and he felt in his heart
Suddenly I felt enlightened.
Du Feiyun looked at Yan Feixiong's disappearing back, frowning slightly, and a hint of worry arose in his heart. Just as he turned around, he found that Mo Shengyan was also staring in the direction of Yan Feixiong's disappearance, and even cast a glance at Du Feiyun.
A glance revealed a thoughtful expression on his face.
Seeing Mo Mingsheng's expression, Du Feiyun's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: "Did Mo Mingsheng see any clues? If he suspected me just based on these fragments, then he must be too smart.
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Du Feiyun continued to fly forward with the team, deliberately pretending not to see Mo Mo's dejected expression, but he was secretly frightened in his heart.
In just a short moment, Mo Shengcheng led the team and rushed to the peak of the Duanyang tribe. After briefly checking the situation on the field, he ran up the mountain at the lead.
Du Feiyun stayed in the team, keeping a low profile and inconspicuous. While rushing to the top of the mountain, he was still secretly looking around to check the battle situation.
All the way up, the surroundings of the mountain were covered with dark red or dark purple blood, and corpses of demons could be seen everywhere, most of them mutilated. It was obvious that the battle was very tragic.
At this time, the battle is not over yet, and fierce fighting is still going on in the square at the top of the mountain. The remaining few hundred demons of the Duanyang tribe are still resisting stubbornly under the leadership of a dozen strong demon kings.
, guarding in front of the Demon King's Palace.
The disciples of Liuyun Sect and Qingshan Sword Sect immediately numbered around 2,000 people after Mo Gaosheng led his troops to help.
The Duanyang tribe was at the end of its battle and resisted stubbornly, but the Xuanmen monks had great morale and great prestige.
It is foreseeable that the battle has come to an end, and the Duanyang tribe will surely perish in as short as one hour or as long as three to five hours.
More than a thousand disciples of the Liuyun Sect formed small teams and were on the left side of the square, fighting against the demons. Hundreds of disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were on the right side of the square, each forming a sword formation to kill the enemy.
On the Duanyang tribe side, in addition to the Duanyang Demon King, there are twelve strong Demon Kings. Apparently some people came to reinforce them, but they were unable to turn the tide and were helplessly holding on.
Mo Shengcheng led more than four hundred disciples of the famous Yun Sect to the top of the mountain and arrived at the square, immediately attracting attention from all parties. However, he did not order the disciples behind him to attack, but spread his wings and floated leisurely in the air.
Checking the battle situation.
After a while, Mo Shengyan had a panoramic view of the battle situation in the square. He had some calculations in his mind, a smile appeared on his face, and his hearty voice spread throughout the square. "Brother Qingchen, I didn't expect that even the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect would come here."
Come to help you exterminate the demon clan, it seems that you really have a wide circle of friends, and I am full of admiration for you."
Although the words were hearty and heroic, they looked like compliments, but they actually concealed criticisms, underscoring the fact that Wu Qingchen needed to borrow outside power to exterminate the demons, so he asked the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect to help.
Originally, Mo Anshen and Wu Qingchen were both true disciples, and they should not have said these words in front of everyone. However, Mo Anshen and Wu Qingchen had been fighting each other secretly for the position of leader for several times.
Over the years, many inner disciples and true disciples of Liuyun Sect have known about this matter.
Intrigued by Mo Shengsheng's seemingly complimentary words, Wu Qingchen, who was fighting fiercely with the Duanyang Demon King in the air, also had a gloomy face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Junior Brother Shengsheng arrived so quickly, could it be possible?
They were defeated by the Mutu tribe and came to ask for my help, right?"
Wu Qingchen and Mo Mingcheng, one of them looks feminine but is actually very sharp, and the other seems to be bold and bold but is actually very calculating. However, the two of them have one thing in common, they are both arrogant and conceited people.
Therefore, even if it is a verbal contest, Wu Qingchen is determined not to fall behind.
Mo Qingchen's depressed eyes looked into the distance, where Wu Qingchen was fighting fiercely with the Demon King. A teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said jokingly: "Depressed and incompetent, with low strength, I think I can't compete with senior brother Qingchen."
Even with each other. However, depression wiped out the Mutu tribe in twenty hours."
"Senior Brother Qingchen, I have always regarded you as a role model for struggle and learning, but I didn't expect that you have hired help and have not been able to solve the Duanyang tribe until now. It is really disappointing."
Mo Mingshen's slightly disappointed tone spread throughout the square, and Wu Qingchen, who was flying in all directions with vibrating wings in the sky, looked even more gloomy, her expression became more ugly, and the anger in her eyes became even more intense.
While he was manipulating the golden sword to engage in a fierce fight with the Duanyang Demon King, he turned back and glared at Mo Sheng, his eyes full of provocation. "Junior Brother Sheng, since you are so powerful, why don't you let me see your strength?"
"Mo Shengcheng, do you dare to make a bet with me? We will bet on who can kill more demon kings before the Duanyang tribe is wiped out. Do you dare to bet?"
Before entering the underground world, these two true disciples had already started a competition, comparing each other to see who could use their strength and power to annihilate the target tribe in the shortest time.
Now, Wu Qingchen was already one step behind Mo Mingchen and had lost one game. With his arrogant temperament, he naturally couldn't stand Mo Mingchen's teasing and ridicule. He didn't want to waste any more words, so he proposed a bet again as soon as his mind changed.
As long as he can win this gambling fight, he can win back a victory, the contest between the two can be considered a draw, and he can save some face.
How could Mo Shengshen not understand Wu Qingchen's plan? Naturally, he immediately understood his intention. His eyes swept across the whole place, and when he saw that the strong demon kings who were stubbornly resisting were all at the end of their fight, he suddenly understood in his heart.
"Since senior brother Qingchen is so interested in gambling and fighting in public, he will naturally accept his teachings. However, if fellow Qingshan Sword Sect helps you kill the demon king and get the head, will it count?"
There are only more than 400 disciples of his own faction brought by Mo Shengcheng. Among them, there are only seven innate-stage disciples who can fight against the powerful Demon King, and there are only eight of them including himself.
There are nine innate-stage disciples from Wu Qingchen's faction, and four innate-stage monks from the Qingshan Sword Sect who came to support them. Compared with the two, Mo Shengsheng is naturally at a disadvantage, so he said this.
Just ask.
Everyone could clearly see the strength gap between the two sides. In front of everyone, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but ask the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect for help. After all, a gambling fight between the true disciples of the Liuyun Sect requires the help of the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect.
He will tell the truth and be criticized by others, and Wu Qingchen can't afford to lose face.
"This is a bet between you and me. As a fellow member of the Qingshan Sword Sect, there is no need to help me."
"Okay, I agreed. So, what do we bet on? If there is no chance of winning, I don't want to waste time with you!" As soon as Wu Qingchen finished speaking, Mo Deming agreed readily.
"A middle-grade spiritual weapon!" Mo Shengsheng agreed readily, and Wu Qingchen was not to be outdone and blurted out instantly.
A middle-grade spiritual weapon is absolutely priceless. Even if it is a true disciple, it will be very painful to take out a middle-grade spiritual weapon.
After all, spiritual weapons are only qualified to be refined by great monks at the core formation stage. In Liuyun Sect, only a few true disciples who have reached the core formation stage and those elders are capable of refining them.
Even if they are as wealthy as Wu Qingchen and Mo Jianying, their entire wealth only consists of four or five medium-grade spiritual weapons. Taking one of them for a bet will definitely bring a very big prize.
"Okay, then it's settled. Now, let's get started!" Since Wu Qingchen had the courage to bring out the middle-grade spiritual weapon as a lottery, Mo Deping had no reason to refuse, let alone stage fright, so he made the decision on the spot.
Gambling fight.
In the square, more than a thousand Liuliu Yun Sect disciples were all eagerly waiting, their eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation. After all, it is a rare opportunity to see the battle between true disciples with your own eyes.
As for the twelve powerful demon kings, including the Duanyang Demon King, their noses were almost crooked with anger at this time. They all had dark faces and murderous aura, and they wanted to tear Wu Qingchen and Mo Shengchen into pieces.
It's too much to bully others! It's too much to bully others!
Wu Qingchen and Mo Mingchen actually treated them as if they were nothing. In public, they directly regarded them as lambs to be slaughtered and as chips in a gambling battle. How could such humiliation and hatred not drive them crazy?
Du Feiyun, who was hiding in the crowd, was looking at Mo Shen and Wu Qingchen in the air with interest, with a smile on his lips. At the same time, his eyes were looking at the twelve scarred and stubborn demon kings.
The strong one flashes with scorching light.
He did not forget that before setting off, the Liuyun Sect mission elder once said that by killing ten powerful demon kings, the mission could be completed and exchanged for a low-grade spiritual weapon and a Qingyun Traceability Pill.
There is no need to elaborate on the preciousness of the spiritual weapon. The effect of the Qingyun Traceability Pill is even more incredible. After taking it, it can increase the skill of sixty years by sixty years. How powerful is that? Du Feiyun has no doubt that as long as he can get a Qingyun Traceability Pill.
If you take it, you will soon be promoted to the innate stage.
How could he not be moved by such a generous reward, and how could his eyes not be burning?
Perhaps, a mere outer sect disciple would not have the guts to take on the powerful Demon King, nor would he have the guts to play tricks under the eyes of a true disciple.
However, what Du Feiyun lacks most is courage! He understands the principle of finding wealth through danger and high risk and high reward very thoroughly.
His eyes looked back and forth between Mo Mingchen and Wu Qingchen, and he thought to himself: "Let's fight quickly. If you don't start fighting, how can I fish in troubled waters?"
"As true disciples, it is naturally impossible for you to lower your body and cut off the ears of the Demon King's corpse in public, so I can only do it for you."
"Wu Qingchen, Wu Qingchen, a few hours ago you deliberately framed me, causing me and Ning Xuewei to almost die. Now I am rude to you. I will take it away after you kill as many demon kings as you want.
