When Elder Qingyan saw Mo Qingchen appear, she felt sick all over.

But now was not the time to blame Mo Qingchen. She had to fight with Zhao Feng. She had to get the map of the ancient battlefield, otherwise going back would be a dead end. It seemed that the sect master did not care about Mo Qingchen's life or death. Compared with the affairs of the battlefield of gods and demons, Mo Qingchen's life or death was really insignificant.

Mo Qing seemed redundant at this time, making Zhao Feng feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Feng was very angry. He slapped Mo Qingchen with all his might, hoping that Mo Qingchen would be submerged in the auction house. However, after Mo Qingchen was hit by the palm, he suddenly understood Zhao Feng's intention. Therefore, he quickly dodged.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Feng angrily slapped Mo Qingchen again. This slap made the auction house completely shaky. If it was not handled properly, it would result in a miserable death.

Elder Qingyan watched indifferently as Mo Qingchen was injured by Zhao Feng, because it was Zhao Feng's own fault.

boom!

The third floor of the auction house was completely destroyed and beyond recognition.

From the outside, the auction house had collapsed. It was also the largest auction house in the Western Jin Dynasty. After the destruction, it seemed much emptier. However, the buildings of the auction house were scattered on the buildings nearby. It looked very messy, with smoke and dust everywhere, and brick walls and rubble scattered around.

Lan Qingyu turned around and watched this scene. She shook her head, "Does it need to be so brutal?"

The fierce battle between Zhao Feng and Elder Qingyan was still going on, while the fight between the Blood Alliance and the Divine Art Palace was getting fiercer.

They were covered in blood and had nasty wounds.

But they showed no mercy and seemed not to care about their own lives at all.

"Qingyan didn't realize that you are okay. In that case, how about we find a place to have a good fight?" Zhao Feng's face was cold and his tone was frivolous.

Elder Qingyan was furious, "Zhao Feng, you are looking for death!"

With a loud bang, the two men fought fiercely again. Their strength was indeed equal. It was not easy to win and seize the map of the God and Demon Battlefield. However, upon closer inspection, Zhao Feng clearly had the upper hand.

Mo Qingchen was knocked into the rubble by Zhao Feng's palm and did not get up for a long time.

At this time Mo Ziluo appeared. Looking at the fake Mo Qingchen, he looked calm. He walked over and slapped Mo Qingchen hard, making Mo Qingchen see stars. He gave Mo Qingchen a pill and said, "Father, it's too dangerous here. I will take you away from here." Then Mo Ziluo picked up Mo Qingchen and ran away.

Mo Yao looked at the scene indifferently, with the corners of his charming mouth slightly raised and his eyes very cold. Lan Qingyu was really worried when she saw Mo Yao like this.

Ever since the map of the ancient battlefield appeared, Mo Yao became very strange. She felt that Mo Yao was a little extreme.

This doesn't feel like the Demon Emperor, but more like Mo Yao before he recovered.

That Shura Prince Mo Yao.

Lan Qingyu sighed and said to his brother, "Brother, take a look at the Lan and Leng families. I don't know why, but I always feel that they are very familiar. There is an indescribable sense of family. Looking at them, I feel like I am with my brother."

Very heartwarming!

Lan Qingze glanced at Elder Qingyan and Zhao Feng who were fighting fiercely not far away, and thought about the vague feeling he had when he saw the Lan family and the Leng family before. He looked at Lan Qingyu and said, "Sister, I'll go take a look. Be careful."

"Don't worry, my dear brother!" Lan Qingyu smiled.

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