The ghost mask on her face is too personal.

The face that was so personal that it was never seen by anyone present.

Where did this come from such a weird ghost mask?

Mo Qiushui frowned, "Who are you? You have the ability to take off the mask."

Mu Qingqian curled her lips ridiculously, "If you have the ability, you can pick it yourself."

"Oh, you dare to care about the affairs of the Buyue family, I don't care who you are, you're dead!"

"Is that true?" Mu Qingqian's tone was full of contempt, "It turns out that the people of the Yue family like to play frame-ups and conspiracies. They are worthy of being the second spiritual cultivation family in Ziyue Kingdom, and it really makes me admire you."

She bit the second two words heavily, and Mo Qiushui could hear them clearly, "Boy, make it clear. Now the ranking of the spiritual cultivation family in the Ziyue Kingdom has long been refreshed. The Yue family is the real first family in the Ziyue Kingdom."

"First? Even if you give your Yue family a second place, you still want to be the first one?"

"Come on, kill all this kid and Han Meng for me." Mo Qiushui was furious.

Han Meng stood in front of Mu Qingqian, "You go first."

Although I don’t know who the person suddenly appeared in front of me, the person who can help the Mu family at this time must be his Han Meng’s friend whom he admitted.

Mu Qingqian put his little hand on Han Meng's shoulder, patted him gently, and stood in the first row.

Looking at Mo Qiushui's angry look, Mu Qingqian's brows were gently raised behind the mask.

When a person is angry, he has the most weaknesses and the most distracting mood.

She sacrificed three silver needles, and Mo Qiushui's movements were indeed a little slower than moving forward. She avoided two silver needles with the three-star orange-level spiritual energy, but the third one directly pierced the palm of her right hand.

The severe pain caused Mo Qiushui to turn her face off.

Blood fell to the ground along her hand.

As long as she moved her right hand a little, the pain suddenly increased.

Han Meng and Mu Anya both looked at Mu Qingqian incredibly with a ghost mask.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Mo Qiushui suffered a lot and became even more angry, "Kill him and kill him for me! I will peel you off if you dare to hurt me!"

While calling the person who brought him behind her, Mo Qiushui pulled out her whip from her waist, and her right hand was injured, so she used her left hand.

Anger prompted Mo Qiushui to kill Mu Qingqian immediately.

"Young man, be careful, this person is very strong." Han Meng lowered his voice behind her and reminded her.

Mu Qingqian looked at Mo Qiushui with her eyes. In terms of spiritual cultivation, she is not Mo Qiushui's opponent now. The only thing she can do is to move and degree.

Dozens of men in black were killed at Han Meng with swords.

Mo Qiushui pulled out his whip and threw it at Mu Qingqian.

One old and one young, surrounded by a group of people.

The idle Mu Anya looked at Mo Qiushui, then at Han Meng and Mu Qingqian who were fighting against each other. Her eyes turned and suddenly flashed behind Han Meng.

Mu Qingqian saw at a glance, "Mu Anya!"

The cold sound shocked the world.

Mu Anya seemed crazy and stabbed Han Meng with a sword, "Uncle Han, only if you die can you calm the anger of the Yue family. Go and die!"

Mu Qing suddenly activates Mo Qiushui's attack and rushes towards Han Meng. She knows very well that Han Meng is seriously injured and surrounded by Mo Qiushui's people. He can't avoid Mu Anya's attack at all.

"Random!" A voice as ethereal as ice and snow floated across this world.
Chapter completed!