"Our Tianshen Sect wants it, three thousand miles west of the northern border."
"The north border is 8,000 miles east of the north border, and our top ten strange gates in the west border are divided into each other,"
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In the vigilant pavilions around the city of Zhenbei, a group of people quarreled fiercely.
"That's not possible. Our family is in the east. If your top ten Qimen in the Western Xinjiang occupy the east, wouldn't it be unprofitable for us and our family and several major families?" An old man argued with a red face. "Then our family spends so much money to support Commander Mo this time, is it just to let you press above us?"
"Our Youfeng Sect also took a fancy to Zhenbeast Peak. Your Yan Beast Sect has occupied a piece of land in the southern border. Why should we win Zhenbeast Peak in the northern border?" A woman in black said in a cold tone.
"That's not the case. Those who are capable work harder. Our Beast Sect has made great efforts in the northern border. The Zhenbeast Peak just happened to have the word "Beast" and in the north it is Duantian Ridge. What a good location and what a good place," Mr. Mo said arrogantly, "Besides, you have so few masters in Youfeng Sect, how can you eat the Zhenbeast Peak?"
"Mr. Mo's words are a bit too much," a middle-aged man sneered. "Although there are few people in Youfeng Sect, it does not mean there are no ones. You are a poor Beast Sect, but you may not be really a powerful person," he said.
Mr. Mo glanced at the middle-aged man and smiled and said, "There are not only people, but also beasts."
As he said that, a black ring appeared in Mr. Mo's hand, and a white bird appeared in his posture of flapping his wings and flying.
"God," the middle-aged man's expression changed and he said coldly, "I heard that Mr. Mo captured two young people. One of them escaped, and the other one is probably this one."
"Yes," Mr. Mo looked down at the white bird that was flapping its wings in the black ring in his hand, and said calmly, "This is the sky. Five years ago, when I first entered the northern border, I captured it back from a beast saint-level sky. Even the beast saint-level sky was injured by me. As for one of the heads you said to escape, it was not, it was killed..."
Speaking of this, Mr. Mo looked to the side of the pavilion.
There, a man in red was sitting.
This person is the young lord of Yan Yinfeng Huacheng and Mu Shi.
Just then, a man walked in from outside.
"Everyone, Mo just learned a piece of news," the person who came in was Mo Wuqing.
In a few years, he has become more sophisticated and his handsome appearance has become more vicissitudes.
"Master Mo, we have been waiting for you for a long time," an old man said coldly. "Don't think you are the commander, just let us all wait for you here. Tell me, what news is it?"
Mo Wuqing's expression changed for a moment, then looked at the old man and said, "The Lord of the Wang family has said that, just now, Mo just rushed over from the Lord of the City Palace because some things have to be handled."
I glanced at the scene and saw that there were a lot of people, about forty or fifty people.
"What about the masters of Qingyun Peak and Qingyue Mountain," Mo Wuqing looked at Mr. Mo and smiled and said, "Old Mo, do you know where they are?"
Mr. Mo smiled and said, "Xiao Mo, you don't have to worry about them anymore. Just tell me, what news is?"
"And the black strange beast beside them is a ghost wolf,"
"So many martial kings, which family does this army belong to? It looks very powerful."
"Although their clothes are a little broken, they can't hide their terrifying aura. I think they are all Northern Xinjiang guards like us. However, how can ordinary Northern Xinjiang guards have King of Martial Arts?"
Just as these people were talking, dozens of figures flew over them and appeared in the sky.
At the same time, a big hand condensed from spiritual energy slapped at Yan Yin.