The Wanxiao Sect and the Taixu Sect are just relationships with ordinary sects.

There are not many intersections between the disciples of both sides, and there is no special "hate".

Today is just a swordsmanship.

Meet at the entrance, which is normal.

At most, it’s just because of Duanmu Qing’s appearance and temperament that makes people feel a little lost.

Duanmuqing's expression was as calm as water.

The men in the world, whether they were amazed, admired, or shocked, had long been used to it, and there would be no slight wavering in their hearts.

Duanmu Qing's snow-white neck raised slightly, and his cold eyes looked forward. He took several other disciples of Wanxiao Sect who were also in full swing and walked straight to the Inner Mountain with his cold steps.

She was wearing a beautiful and beautiful robe with a unique appearance and graceful figure. She also had a stern and inviolable temperament like a snow-capped mountain, which made people dare not talk to her at all.

In this way, the disciples of the sects of both sides passed by.

From beginning to end, no one said anything.

But when he passed by, Duanmu Qing's eyes still glanced at Mo Hua intentionally or unintentionally.

First, the eyebrows and eyes of the ink painting are picturesque, and the appearance and temperament are equally outstanding.

Second, the ink painting is not tall and looks "outstanding" among a group of genius monks.

Third, although ink painting has bad reputation and many controversies, it is actually very famous.

Not to mention the things he did, the enemies he made, and the geniuses he "humiliated" during the sword contest...

The identity of "the leader of the formation path" is enough to be legendary.

This is truly the first person in Qianxue Formation.

It was the title he won in the middle of the foundation-building stage, which was almost incredible.

Even Duanmu Qing, such a genius fairy who is "not in the world", cannot have never heard of the name of Mo Hua.

Of course, that's all.

Duanmu Qing only glanced at Mo Hua with his own light, and then passed away.

But her shallow eyes were imprinted in Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua thought about this gaze, and was slightly stunned and couldn't help but mutter:

"Dao Xin... is dirty?"

His voice was very light, and he almost blurted out subconsciously.

Linghu Xiao and the others around him couldn't even hear what he was saying.

But Duanmu Qing, who had passed by, stopped, slowly turned his head, his eyes as cold as a sword, and looked at Mo Hua.

The ink painting also looked at Duanmuqing.

His eyes were clear and clear, as if Duanmu Qing could reflect the figure.

Moreover, with a deep and profound feeling.

Duanmuqing felt inexplicably "shamed" when he was deeply touched by others.

What followed was deep shame and anger that was pressed down on the bottom of my heart.

Her originally cold and beautiful face was instantly covered with frost.

The cold murderous intent almost condensed into substance, a pair of clear eyes as clear as glass, extremely cold, mixed with deep disgust, staring at the ink painting.

Mo Hua was stunned.

What's the meaning?

Before he could react, an astonishing spiritual pressure rose from Duanmuqing's body.

The power of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, five elements and five colors is brilliant and gorgeous, just like the light of the sky, setting off Duanmuqing like a god.

Her eyes were extremely sharp, and her whole body exuded a beautiful and terrifying murderous intent.

The powerful Five Elements Taoism, with its extremely powerful power, locks in ink paintings.

The ink painting was really shocked now.

Excellent magic of the Wanxiao?!

"No... this woman...wouldn't she want to kill me?"

"This is not a swordsmanship..."

"Is she crazy?"

Mo Hua subconsciously pointed his feet into a slump, used his lapse of water, and retreated several feet.

His junior brothers were also shocked and shocked, but they subconsciously protected him.

Cheng Mo took the lead and stood in front of Mo Hua.

Linghu laughs and accumulates the sword technique of rushing to the void.

Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan also began to activate the sword energy.

The spiritual power was intertwined, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Duanmu Qing sneered and pointed a little, and immediately wanted to activate the spell and bombard the Mo Hua.

At this moment, an old and thick voice sounded:

"Nothing!"

The crystal-like spiritual power, accompanied by the extremely powerful pressure of the real person, instantly came to Duanmuqing, Linghu Xiao and others, blocking everyone's spiritual power and cutting off the flow of Taoist and sword techniques.

Everyone's expressions changed.

But Duanmu Qing still had a murderous intent in his eyes, and he even wanted to activate the spell.

An elderly elder walked out of the inner mountain and scolded him loudly:

"When talking about the important places of Daoshan, you cannot be arrogant!"

"As a genius in the sect, what kind of morality is it?"

"If you dare to make trouble, I will punish you if you break the rules!"

Duanmu Qing was silent for a moment, gritted his silver teeth secretly, then he restrained his murderous intent and spiritual power, and bowed his hands with his sleeves:

"Person forgives sins."

Her voice was as clear as a silver bottle.

The elder's eyes were muddy. He looked at her silently, his face was silent, but his heart was bulging. He thought that this girl Duanmuqing had always been cold and had no appetite for fireworks, and was worried about everything. Why did she feel so angry today?

Elder Lundaoshan looked at the ink painting that was hiding far away again, and was surprised.

"Could it be... the brat Mo Hua was molested?"

"No..."

"If I am really molested by Mo Hua, I won't suffer any loss..."

Elder Lundaoshan muttered in his heart, of course, he still looked serious on his face and warned in a stern voice:

"Do not cause trouble in the mountain of Taoism."

"If you want to fight, I'll go to the swordsmanship field later. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless."

Duanmu Qing bowed.

Mo Hua and the others also saluted: "Yes, elder."

Seeing this, Elder Lundaoshan nodded slightly and slowly retreated.

The scene gradually became quieter.

Duanmu Qing turned his head and looked at Mo Hua coldly. There was still an unconcealed murderous intent in his autumn-like eyes.

Mo Hua was shocked again, thinking that this woman was going to kill again.

But when it comes to Elder Daoshan, it is still a bit intimidating after all.

The rules of Daoshan are also relatively strict.

Outside the swordsmanship, disciples are strictly prohibited from fighting.

If something goes wrong again, no matter what the four major sects and eight major sects, these elders from the Mount of Dao will never show mercy.

Duanmu Qing took a breath slowly, stared at Mo Hua, muttered his name, and murmured in a low voice:

"Ink painting...I remember it."

Then she stopped saying anything, turned around and left, leaving only a graceful back.

Other disciples of Wanxiao Sect also followed.

After Duanmuqing walked away, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...