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Luo Qier was startled when she heard this, thinking that Mo Wei's going down would be bad or bad.

Originally, she always felt that she hated this prodigal son, but when she thought that he might fall to his death, for some reason, she suddenly panicked for no reason.

"Senior sister, is there something wrong with that Mo, Mo... guy?"

Seeing that Xu Zhiming's flying sword kept falling, he hurriedly dragged Murong Qingyue and said, "Senior Sister Murong, I hate him a little, but I don't want him to die either."

Murong Qingyue turned her head and glanced at her, seeing that her panic expression was not fake, she couldn't help sighing softly: "Silly girl, how could he die so easily?"

"My shot was not heavy just now, Xu Zhiming is already insightful, that kind of attack can't hurt him at all."

"Your Mo Chen, whose physical strength is stronger than that of a martial artist at the enlightenment level, even if you fall from here, you won't be able to die even if you fall into a big somersault."

"Really?" Luo Qier smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I really want him to fall into a big somersault."

Min Qinghe suddenly leaned over and looked at Luo Qier with malicious intent, "What? I seem to be worried about him after hearing that?"

Zheng Ning also leaned on her shoulder, and said in a tired voice: "Could it be that you said you hate him, but in fact, you already liked him secretly?"

Luo Qier blushed, stomped her feet and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I like that apprentice?"

"The person I like is obviously unparalleled in the world, Mr. Peerless."

When mentioning Mr. Wushuang, Min Qinghe and Zheng Ning both had the back of the peerless Wushuang in front of their eyes.

Unparalleled son.

Murong Qingyue, who had been calm all this time, seemed to be touched, she looked up to the sky, and sighed softly, "Master Wushuang..."

This detail was immediately caught by the most sensitive and gossipy Min Qinghe.

"Senior Sister Murong, don't tell me you like Mr. Wushuang too?"

Luo Qier's expression became tense.

There are already quite a few people competing for Young Master Wushuang, if Murong Qingyue also joins in...

In terms of cultivation and appearance, it seems that he has no advantage.

On the body...

Luo Qier glanced at Murong Qingyue.

It seems that there is not much advantage.

There was a strange brilliance in Murong Qingyue's eyes.

"Master Wushuang, I must surpass him."

At the age of 20, he entered the Spiritual Realm, known as the No. 1 in the history of the practice world.

Murong Qingyue is nineteen this year, and has insight into the four realms.

To break into the Spirit Realm within a year, this goal can be described as extremely difficult.

Because of the way of practice, there are one stage and one thousand stages.

The act of breaking through depends not only on talent, hard work, but also chance.

Min Qinghe and others showed admiration for Murong Qingyue.

There is no distinction between men and women in one practice, but looking at the world of practice, it is still dominated by men.

Female cultivators like Qingluo are already in the minority.

On the other hand, Murong Qingyue pointed her target directly at the most prestigious young master in the world today.

Such a passion is really not for a man.

A flying sword suddenly rose from below, but Xu Zhiming and Mo Chen turned back leisurely.

Luo Qier was worried about Mo Chen before, but was teased by the sisters. Now seeing Mo Chen coming back unharmed, although she was worried, she was angry again.

The longbow in his hand is fully drawn, and the vitality gathers on the bowstring, shining like stars.

With a clang sound, a shooting star whizzed and went straight to Mo Chen, but he said angrily, "Let you speak nonsense with your mouth open."

Mo Chen let out a strange cry, and the copper ornament in his hand spun rapidly, and suddenly became bigger, crushing the meteor.

"Rou Zong, if you continue to mess around like this, I won't be polite."

Luo Qier was stunned when she heard that, "What is it called, meat dumpling?"

Mo Chen laughed loudly, "You are fleshy and heavy, isn't it just 'heavy' meat?"

Luo Qier hates people saying that she is heavy, but this guy has become so aggressive to make fun of her, how can he bear it.

Gritting his silver teeth, he drew the bowstring and started fighting again.

Xu Zhiming said brightly to Murong Qingyue: "Junior Sister Murong, let go of the previous ones, I have something to say here."

Murong Qingyue said clearly: "Say."

Xu Zhiming also knew her temperament, so he didn't try to twitch, and said bluntly: "Just now when we went down, Junior Brother Mo said that he could smell blood from below."

Murong Qingyue's face remained unchanged, and she replied indifferently: "A few days ago, the monsters sprang out, and the sect has sent many people to chase them away and arrest them. Could it be that they haven't been chased away yet?"

Mo Chen said, "I don't think it looks like it. I think it might be human blood."

Murong Qingyue glanced at him, "Even if this bloody aura wafts out, it's already very faint. How can you judge that it's human blood?"

Of course, Mo Chen had no way to say it. Just now, he smelled a faint smell of blood, which gave him a faint impulse.

The soul-devouring bloodworm in the body also gradually felt burning.

Mo Chen knew that this bloody smell must be human blood, because when he sucked sheep's blood, the soul-devouring bloodworm did not react like this.

Soul-devouring bloodworms are refined from human blood, and are most sensitive to human blood.

But these words cannot be spoken to the outside world.

"I'm just guessing," Mo Chen replied very naturally following Murong Qingyue's words, "Because you can see the village below."

Luo Qier disagreed, "Since there is a village, it is normal to kill pigs and sheep, how can we be sure it is a human?"

Mo Chen said: "I don't rule out this possibility, but I still want to check it out with Senior Brother Xu."

Chapter 60 Sudden death overnight

There is no way to explain this kind of thing clearly. If you explain it too clearly, there will be doubts.

So Mo Chen could only blur it out a bit.

Xu Zhiming also said: "Since Junior Brother Mo said so, I think there is a reason for him, and he is also on the way. It is also good to go down to see the situation, take a break by the way, and take a rest."

Looking at Murong Qingyue, seeing that she didn't respond, he thought she didn't want to go, so he said again: "Junior Sister Murong, you form a group by yourself, if you are in a hurry, you should go first."

Murong Qingyue pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly and said: "Go down and have a look, it's okay."

When Luo Qier heard that she was going to go with Mo Chen, she immediately felt very embarrassed, and she was a little reluctant to say: "Senior Sister, how far did you go? The left and right are still on the boundary of the Qingli Sect, what big things can happen? Let's not Let's go."

Murong Qingyue had a faint smile from the corner of her eyes, she looked at her and said: "Just now you were very concerned about other people's safety, now that you are fine, why did you change your face?"

Luo Qier felt very ashamed, obviously she hated that Mo Chen, and she just didn't want him to die just now, so how could it be said that she was caring.

Xu Zhiming didn't have any hope about whether Murong Qingyue would come, but he didn't expect Murong Qingyue to agree to go after only a little thought, he couldn't help being surprised and delighted.

"Could it be that Junior Sister Murong has been moved by my true feelings and has already taken a different look at me?"

"It must be so."

"Otherwise, why is she so nonchalant about other fellow apprentices, but agrees so much with my proposal?"

Thinking about it this way, Xu Zhiming suddenly felt that the future was bright and beautiful, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and he unconsciously showed a smug smile.

Mo Chen saw Xu Zhiming's expression and shook his head secretly.

Brother, brother, you can be so intoxicated with such a simple sentence, your love journey is so long.

Xu Zhiming and him still hit it off, Mo Chen wanted to make a side note, but after thinking about it, he held back.

Forget it, with Murong Qingyue's temper, she should be able to smash Xu Zhiming's hazy fantasies to pieces very soon.

Right now, let Senior Brother Xu be happy for a while.

The two flying swords pressed down and flew straight to the village below.

Mo Chen sniffed his nose twice, judged the direction, stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Xu, go this way."

On the Qianyan Feiyu flying side by side over there, Luo Qier wrinkled her nose with disbelief on her face, "Look at that disciple, he sniffed his nose twice casually, and said he smelled blood, and he even said it was human. Blood."

"Is his nose so good?"

"Is he a dog?"

Min Qinghe and Zheng Ningda next to him nodded their heads in deep agreement.

This guy is always so restless.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of Xiashan Village.

The village is not very big, with a total of about seventy or eighty households.

The rice paddies are connected, chickens and dogs hear each other, and they always look like ordinary people.

They felt a heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the village just by stepping on this step.

Many villagers gathered in front of a house and were talking.

Looking at their expressions, there are regrets, pain, sadness, and more, but an indescribable look of fear and terror.

"It's really, really miserable."

"Oh, what a pity, how old is the baby?"

Xu Zhiming stepped forward to inquire: "Uncle, may I ask if something happened in your village?"

A middle-aged uncle with a dark complexion looked up and immediately recognized them as disciples of the Qingli Sect.

"Oh, the immortals of the Qingli Sect, you are here, this, this is really miserable."

The other villagers also recognized the identities of these people, and cast eyes full of awe and anticipation on them.

Xu Zhiming asked: "What happened?"

Someone next to him answered, "Wang Dazhuang's family of five all died last night."

"Moreover, the death was particularly miserable."

Min Qinghe exclaimed in surprise: "That guy, he was right!"

Luo Qier glanced at Mo Chen, and for the first time did not speak to him.

This dead disciple, the dog's nose is really so good.

Not only Luo Qier and the girls, but also Xu Zhiming himself was surprised.

Although Xu Zhiming always believed that Mo Chen would not talk nonsense, it still made him feel a little weird to say that he could smell human blood when the flying sword was flying.

But the facts finally proved that Mo Chen was right.

Even Murong Qingyue couldn't help but look at Mo Chen twice.

The information revealed by the villagers' words was somewhat tragic.

A family of five died overnight.

Xu Zhiming looked up at the house surrounded by the crowd in front of him, frowned slightly, and walked over there.

The Qingli Sect is the largest sect within a thousand miles around, and it also bears the heavy responsibility of killing demons and demons in this area.

How can evildoers be allowed to wreak havoc in the land of great factions.

"Please make room, we are disciples of Qingli Sect." Xu Zhiming said to the crowd loudly.

The crowd immediately made way for them.

"Xianchang, is this the monster that escaped some time ago?"

"Immortal head, will this monster come again? Our whole village is very scared."

"Immortal Elder, please help us get rid of the monsters!"

There was strong anxiety in the villagers' voices, as well as expectations for the Qingli Sect.