Lifting the seal: the returning ancestors took the group favorite script

Chapter 89 Interesting

Mo Xuanyuan sighed softly, but still said it.

After listening, Song Siliang didn't say much, but his expression became a little more dignified.

Finally, the two arrived at the main hall.

Mo Xuanyuan stepped aside.

Song Siliang saluted: "Meet the master, elder."

Moxuan's face has been like this since yesterday.

As the suzerain of the number one sect in the world, he encountered such a thing in the sect.

Don't get the other party out!
How could you feel at ease?

Yesterday, he noticed that something was wrong with Song Siliang.

But he didn't ask for the first time.

He was called over after letting him heal his injuries.

He nodded slightly, with a serious tone: "Song Siliang, do you have any clues about those two people yesterday?"

"Disciple, there is no clue."

Song Siliang pursed the corners of his lips. Although Yun Shu was thought of in his mind, he didn't say Yun Shu.

Deep down, I still want to protect him.

After getting along for such a long time, Yun Shu always has a feeling that people can't bear to be hurt.

"Then why are you hurt?"

When the woman appeared later, Song Siliang was obviously stunned, otherwise he wouldn't have been injured.

In terms of combat experience, Song Siwei can be regarded as experienced in many battles. Under normal circumstances, how could he make such a low-level mistake.

"The disciple is not good at learning, that's why he was injured. The disciple will definitely work hard in the future."

The three of them glanced at each other, and Feng Lie came down from above.

Slowly walking in front of Song Siliang, he stretched out his hand.

"Get up first."

Song Siwei is not a person who can lie. Among the many disciples of Shentianzong, as a senior brother, Fenglie believes him.

But this time, it wasn't someone else who questioned and didn't believe Song Sisi.

It was Mo Xuan.

"Brother Sect Leader, Song Siliang was injured yesterday, let him go back and rest."

"The Twelve Immortals have already proved the strength of those two people yesterday."

"It's normal to think about getting hurt! So, senior brother, don't be too anxious about some things."

Mo Xuan snorted coldly, but also spoke.

"Okay, let's go down."

"Yes."

Song Siliang left, and Fenglie returned to his seat.

Mo Xuan turned his head, his expression was cold.

"I know you feel sorry for Song Siliang, but this matter is not trivial, you don't know it. Some people dare to play the idea of ​​Qiankun Mirror."

Feng Lie shrugged.

"Don't you think the world of cultivating immortals has been too peaceful for a while? Don't you find it very challenging to have such a person appearing now."

Mo Xuan snorted coldly, already getting used to Feng Lie's temperament.

"Hmph, you weren't here yesterday, so you don't know what happened at that time. If you were here, you definitely wouldn't be able to say such things."

Feng Lie raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, I've heard that the woman who came later knocked everyone back with a single slap, including you, Senior Sect Leader."

"With such a powerful person appearing, I really want to see and learn from her."

"Senior Brother Sect Leader, if that person is really so powerful, why did she go out of her way to seize the Qiankun Mirror? What is the purpose?"

Mo Xuan's palm was slowly clenched.

"what do you mean……"

Feng Lie revealed an inscrutable smile.

"Brother, think about it slowly."

(End of this chapter)