Murong Xuan was gloomy and full of fear. Her blood seemed to be cold. She looked at Liang Bo, who was speaking incisively and angrily.

"Old man! Don't be rude and don't be swearing!"

Murong Xuan was so angry that she trembled all over and pointed at Liang Bo angrily.

Bo Liang smiled and said, "There is a god three feet above my head. Miss Murong, will you not be afraid when you dream back at midnight?"

Speaking of this, Liang Bo looked at Mo Qingwu: "The Lord of the Martial Palace is very clear. Miss Ye San takes back what belongs to her without any fault. If Miss Mo wants to make trouble, the Martial Palace is willing to accompany her to the end. It is best to make trouble in the Martial God Hall and let the billions of warriors from Lingtian Continent judge."

Mo Qingwu's face turned pale. Even though she had great talent, she had to follow the rules set by the Martial God Hall.

What's more, her trip today is important, and if she is too entangled with Ye Chuyue, it will be bad.

It's just that blood-drinking sword...

Mo Qingwu smiled coldly.

No hurry.

She will get it back sooner or later.

How could a mere waste be her genius opponent?

"Since the Lord of the Martial Palace asked someone to come and make sense, as a disciple of Shenxuan, I am not an unreasonable person."

Mo Qingwu is a tough character. Even if such a big thing happens, she will soon return to normal.

"Senior Sister Mo..."

Murong Xuan refused to give up.

Mo Qingwu looked at her faintly, and Murong Xuan immediately clamped her tail and stopped talking.

Mo Qingwu looked at the carriage, raised her lips and smiled, then turned around and walked into Shenwu Imperial City.

At this moment, the long road in front of the palace gate was finally calm.

When Mo Qingwu's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, countless people burst into cheering sounds!

"The Beihou of Xinzhen is powerful!" I don't know which young man shouted loudly and shouted.

"The Beihou in Xinzhen is powerful!"

Countless people shouted loudly.

This is an exciting moment.

Over the years, the Shenwu Empire has been bullied and has been other vassal states.

Now, not only do they have a proud look on their heads, but they have also seen new hope.

Zhang Zongran, the leader of the Golden Armor Guard, took a deep breath and looked at the gradually moving away carriage intricately.

Xuanyuan Yu clenched his fists with both hands and was very excited.

The crowd gradually calmed down.

Xuanyuan Yu raised his right hand, clenched into a fist, and shouted loudly: "Xinzhen Beihou is powerful! Master Ayue... powerful!"

Inspiring.

Very much looking forward to it.

Bo Liang looked at this scene in surprise.

Not long ago, the girl was so lucky that she could do her best, but she was not as good as a pig or a dog.

Now the Nine-level Clouds, drinking the blood dragon soul, shocking the four seats.

After being silent for a long time, Uncle Liang brought up a gratifying smile.

It is indeed a good thing that the Shenwu Empire can have many geniuses that are rare in eternity.

However, compared to other leaders, this genius walked out of the abyss.

Only, more tenacious!

In front of the palace gate, Xuanyuan Chen was wearing a mysterious robe and his face was as beautiful as a crown of jade.

He looked at the carriage, his mind full of girls who had just soared at the peak of the sky.

A hot fire suddenly ignited!

...

On the carriage, the coachman was pulling the reins, looking at the little wolf sitting next to him in horror.

I am really afraid that if I accidentally become a wolf's meal.

The coachman swallowed and dared not look again.

In the carriage, the girl was holding her cloak, leaning against the padded blood-drinking sword, and the strange blood light lingered.

She was closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, as lazy as a fox.
Chapter completed!