Everyone looked at the male protagonist who had always had a cold face, and saw that he turned back the word 'thank you' in the direction of Phoenix after listening, and gradually left the ghost forest with the people.
Since then, everyone in Jianghu has been guessing and chatting about this mysterious profound practitioner who has the ability to regain Fire Phoenix.
Gold mask, black trench coat, blood jade Xiao, and Phoenix. The mysterious protagonist of whom no one knew what they were saying was sitting at the table beside them drinking tea.
Mo Lingxuan changed into ordinary women's clothes today. She didn't deliberately hide her makeup. She relaxed her legs, and listened to the people on the front, back and left bragging about her every bite. Some said she had three heads and six arms. Some said that when she cultivated into a god, she couldn't help laughing bitterly. After the Fire Phoenix signed a contract with her, she made it more and only appeared when she was summoned.
"Hey, hey, have you heard that the second prince came back this time not only to be crowned king, but also to go to Carlo Academy to be a tutor."
"It's not that I've heard of it."
Passers-by, A, B, and C talked about the current news, which made her, a modern person, sigh, that gossip is really not limited to the future.
"Little Er check out." Put down Yinliang, get up and leave.
As soon as she went out, she was blocked by three tall men. Mo Lingxuan showed an imperceptible smile on her mouth.
"Miss San, come back with us!" The person in the lead said stiffly.
Mo Lingxuan frowned slightly and looked up naturally.
The man is 1.8 meters tall and very strong. It seems that the beard around his mouth has not been shaved for a few days. He wears a large curved knife around his waist. He looks at Mo Lingxuan angrily, as if he wants to give her a knife.
Mo Lingxuan asked coldly, "What's your name?"
The man glanced at Mo Lingxuan with disdain in his eyes: "My subordinate's status is humble and I don't work hard, Miss San greetings, Miss, please!"
Mo Lingxuan's eyes dimmed, her white fingers stretched out, pointing at the person in front of her who was halfway taller than her: "If it were the past, you would die!"
The icy voice is like ice that has not melted in a thousand years. Those eyes like a wolf looking at its prey deeply startled the person in front of him. Inexplicable fear in his heart, the girl in front of him is only close to his waist. Afraid, and then thought about how he was the captain of Moshen, how could he be afraid of the waste in front of him, after thinking for a while, he calmed down.
Mo Lingxuan saw a black iron sticking out of his arms, which seemed to have a divine character engraved on it: "It turned out to be Moshen." There was no admiration or fear in his eyes, just plain as if he was saying that he had eaten.
Mo Shen, she naturally knew the news from her memory. The Mo family's most powerful army is only 100, and all of them are carefully selected Great Xuanwu masters above the sixth level and Xuanwu spirits. The people in front of them seem to be Xuanwu spirits. The status of the third-level cultivator is not low.
She thought about it now that she is the sixth level of the Great Xuanwu Master and has the most elite martial arts in modern times, so she will fight even if it is Xuanwu Ling, not to mention that she will never admit defeat, but now is not the time, but she wants to Those people regret it, how could they be seen through so early!
"Let's go!"
"What, that trash actually came back!" In a delicate room in the west courtyard of Mo's house, a woman's angry voice could be heard, it was not someone else but Mo Lingyan.
"Oh my little ancestor, please keep your voice down!"