Master is so cold

Chapter 102 Since that's the case, you should be damned!

"Fellow Daoist Su, your apprentice seems to be looking for too many people." Mo Wentian said.

He now felt that Su Mo was not an easy apprentice.

How can anyone come up and directly call out the seven disciples, they are all talented disciples in the Ziji sect, and the Taoist seeker is not such a Dharma seeker!

You have to come one by one, right?
Su Mo said plainly, "Sovereign Mo, there are just seven, it's okay. If it wasn't for the time issue, there should be several more. However, they seem to be gone, which is a pity."

"Huh? This"

Mo Wentian was a little confused. Judging by Su Mo's tone, Zhuo Qingwei seemed to have taken a fancy to several others. When will my Ziji Sect have the ability to make Qinglian Sword Sect disciples look up to them? More than seven?
Judging from Zhuo Qingwei's cultivation level, although it is not high, only at the Lingtai stage, but if counting the age, it seems that he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Lingtai disciple is also a rare genius in the Ziji sect.

"Sect Master Mo, please call out these seven disciples so that my apprentice can have a good look at them." Su Mo continued.

Mo Wentian and the other elders looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

They don't understand the world of young people.

"That's good, if this little fellow Taoist can see one or two of them, it will be a good match." Mo Wentian gave up, and hurriedly ordered his disciples to go pass it on.

It's just that Mo Wentian still didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Su Mo's gourd.

Su Mo's mouth parted slightly in his heart, but his face remained silent.

With Mo Wentian's biography, the seven disciples probably wouldn't refuse to come. When the time comes, don't blame Su Mo for being ruthless.

Su Mo must have used a trick. He discussed it with Zhuo Qingwei in advance.

Su Mo just took a few sips of tea and continued indulging in the spiritual tea of ​​Purple Extreme Sect.

The spiritual tea is really good, but unfortunately, it is from the Purple Extreme Sect.

Soon, all seven disciples arrived at the scene one by one, six men and one woman, all dressed in luxurious service, they were the Taoist uniforms of true disciples of the Ziji sect.

Zhuo Qingwei finally revealed a strange look.

"Father, I heard that an important person from Qinglian Sword Sect invited me to meet me by name. Who is that important person?"

As soon as he entered the main hall, Mo Liufeng asked loudly.

He is the son of Mo Wentian, and his status is extremely noble, so he speaks loudly without considering others.

Moreover, according to Tong Chuan's disciples, it seemed that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl wanted to see him with her own eyes, which surprised him a bit.

Seeing it with his own eyes now, Mo Liufeng even revealed a hint of complacency, tidied up his clothes slightly, and walked into the hall with his head held high.

"What a beautiful girl."

Mo Liufeng secretly praised, and stood beside Mo Wentian.

What made Mo Liufeng a little upset was that it seemed that he was not the only true disciple who came here.

Mo Wentian quickly put on a smile. He is very satisfied with this son. His talent and appearance are better than that of him back then. He is only [-] years old, and he has already reached the eighth stage of Linghui Realm.

What's more, he has a very good character and is well-known in the sect.

He has always trained Mo Liufeng as the future suzerain.

"Su Daoyou, this is my son Mo Liufeng. Although his talent is not as peerless as Su Daoyou's, he is better than the old man." Mo Wentian introduced with a smile, and then hurriedly said to Mo Liufeng: "Feng'er, I haven't seen you yet." Pastor Daoist Su, this is the real big shot of Qinglian Sword Sect, and now he is the peak master of Yimai, in order to accept Fellow Daoist Su, even Sword Immortal Taibai took action for this."

"I've met Master Su."

Hearing Mo Wentian's praise, Mo Liufeng puffed up his chest immediately, but after learning of Su Mo's name, Mo Liufeng's eyes changed slightly.

become extremely miraculous.

Although Mo Wentian highly praised Su Mo's noble status, according to Mo Liufeng's perception, Su Mo seemed to be only at the ninth rank of the Spiritual Wisdom Realm.

Are you kidding me?
The Ninth Stage of the Spiritual Wisdom Realm is also a big shot?Or the peak master of Qinglian Sword Sect?
Mo Liufeng felt it was ridiculous.

If so, could he, Mo Liufeng, also become the peak master?

Of course, Mo Wentian didn't know what Mo Liufeng was thinking. After he finished his introduction, he began to introduce the next six people.

But... was interrupted mercilessly by Su Mo.

"Okay, Sect Master Mo, since seven people are present, there is no need for Sect Master Mo to make an introduction."

Su Mo looked back at Zhuo Qingwei and said, "Qingwei, these seven people, but those people from back then?"

Zhuo Qingwei's eyes suddenly burst into shock, and his expression changed instantly, as if he had completely removed all previous restraint, revealing a chilling coldness and hatred.

"Exactly, even if the faces of the seven of them turned into ashes, the disciples will never forget it!"

Zhuo Qing gritted his teeth slightly and sneered, in this Ziji Sect hall, it looked extremely strange.

Su Mo nodded slowly, and then said nonchalantly, "In that case, I will definitely kill these seven people!"

After the sound, Su Mo's expression turned cold.

"Fellow Daoist Su, what do you mean?" Mo Wentian frowned and said, it seems that Zhuo Qingwei didn't come to find a Taoist companion.

And among the seven disciples, there is also a female disciple, Mo Wentian really shouldn't think so.

Su Mo smiled slightly, "Sect Master Mo, don't you see that I am here to seek revenge for my apprentice!"

Then, Su Mo touched the storage ring with his finger, took out an object, and threw it towards the hall.

The silk cloth outside the object shattered instantly in the air, revealing the original appearance of the object.

one.
Bloody head!
"This is Shen Ba!"

Seeing the appearance of the head clearly, Mo Wentian's complexion changed drastically, and an extremely intense anger surged out of his chest. Mo Wentian stood up abruptly, pointed at Su Mo and said, "Su Mo ,what do you mean!"

How could he not be angry, because Shen Ba was his disciple!
Following the appearance of the head, there was a commotion in the hall, and all the elders glared at them. Su Mo's move was clearly slapping Zijizong in the face!

And the expressions of the seven Purple Extreme Sect disciples were also slightly puzzled. Shen Ba's cultivation level was not much different from theirs, but now his head was beheaded, and he didn't know what happened.

Su Mo was still there, and even drank the last sip of spiritual tea, and said to Zhuo Qingwei, "Qingwei, tell them about the enmity between you and Shen Ba and the others. Since you want to kill them, let them go." They'll get it right."

The hatred on Zhuo Qingwei's face did not diminish in the slightest, he took a step forward, and said to the crowd: "Do you still remember, nine years ago, on the outskirts of the Ziyun Mountains, the people from the Zhuo Family Village who died tragically at the hands of you and others!"

"The lives of more than [-] people in my Zhuojia Village were affected by your hunting of monsters. Just because of a few reprimands, I slaughtered Zhuojia Village!"

"You seven, you still remember!"

Zhuo Qing yelled loudly, as if venting the pain in his heart.

Two streams of clear tears fell slowly, and at the end of Zhuo Qingwei's words, he choked up with a sob.

Whenever Zhuo Qingwei thought of the tragic scene back then, he wished he could eat its flesh and eat its skin!

Immediately, the expressions of the seven disciples, including Mo Liufeng, changed.

Su Mo took a panoramic view of the expressions of the seven people, sighed slowly, and said in a deep voice, "So it's really you!"

"Since that's the case, you should be damned!"

Then, without any warning, Su Mo drew his sword directly!

　Weakly ask for a recommendation ticket

　　


(End of this chapter)