"How could the young man from Ye take Elder Mo's Qinggao Shengxue Order? Was it a false information given by Sima on purpose?" Mo Antai felt that this information was not very credible.

"Now we are in this cage, except for contacting them, there is no other source of information. If they want to deceive us, they will cheat us."

After hearing Mo Antai’s question, Mo Xiaoqiao continued: “This young man named Hua Lei was admitted to Qinggao with the elder’s holy learning order. This matter should be accurate and credible.”

"What is the realm? What is the age? How do you determine that he is a direct descendant?" Mo Ansheng frowned.

"It is said that it is the second level of Qiqiao."

As soon as Mo Xiaoqiao said this, he was interrupted by Mo Antai: "Ten years old? Only when he opened his orifices? The second floor?"

"A man who cultivates the god?" Mo Ansheng asked.

"Yes." Mo Xiaoqiao nodded.

"No wonder." Mo Antai said.

"Formation Master?" Mo Ansheng asked again.

"Well, it is said to be level 7." Mo Xiaoqiaodadada.

"What? How is it possible??" Mo Antai said in shock.

As long as a level seven-level formation master who is less than ten years old does not die, he will definitely become a big shot in the future.

"Confirm?" Mo Ansheng was one of the most genius people in the generation of Mo's children, and even he couldn't help but have doubts.

"The last level in this Mirage Source Test is the gatekeeper who is the new disciple of Taishu Palace. A disciple of Taishu Palace was killed by a student of Qinggao with nearly 100 level seven and eight formation plates."

"This disciple later went to the teacher who was in charge of the test at that time, and this incident even alarmed the dean of the Taishu Academy."

"At the same time, it was said that several well-known god cultivators and formation masters in the Taishu Academy were thinking about going to Qinggao Academy to ask for people."

When Mo Ansheng and Mo Antai heard this, they knew that the seventh-level formation master was sure, because the Mirage Source Realm could only bring their own props and magic weapons, and the seventh-level formation plate must be refined by hand to be reflected in it.

"How do you prove that he is the direct lineage of the Ye family?"

Mo Ansheng couldn't help but feel it was a bit tricky.

"He knows the Spirit Dragon Art." Mo Xiaoqiao's fat face twisted together again, but this time it was not a smile, but a worry.

He also knows it's tricky.

Mo Ansheng was silent, and Mo Antai didn't ask any questions.

Everyone knows very well what the Spirit Dragon Art represents.

The Ye family practices the magical technique of the Five Dragons Heavenly Book, and the strongest technique in the body is the Spirit Dragon Art.

Those who have learned the Spirit Dragon Art will either be the head of the Ye family or the commander of the Ye family in the future.

What's more, Hua Lei is still a cultivator. Although his realm is now low, he is only less than the second level of the Qiqiao Realm.

But it is not particularly difficult for a big family to really improve their level of a disciple.

Even if you reach the state of depression, your life span will increase significantly.

No matter what family it is, it will not lose a formation master genius who cultivates gods.

If such an existence is really killed, based on their status among the disciples of the Mo family, they will definitely be paid for their lives.

Even if you don’t do it well, you may not be able to calm the Ye family’s anger.

"If this is true, why should he come to this cage to try? And he also took the token of our Elder Mo. Which side of this is from?"

Although Mo Antai is very arrogant, he does not accept anyone except his brother in Xihuang County, and he has to admit that disciples like Hua Lei should not take risks.

It’s fine to take the key risks, but now they have directly affected their plans.

Now they can't even tell which side he is from.

What is the purpose of his team and Ye Dafang coming to this cage secret realm? But don’t tell them that they are here for trial, they are not fools.

"There are only two ways now." Mo Xiaoqiao's face was still crowded together.

"Say." Mo Ansheng said.

"Method 1: Work with Ye Family to kill Qingyang Academy, and then we Sima and Ye Family each get one-third of the fruit harvest."

As soon as Mo Xiaoqiao finished speaking, Mo Antai began to object.

"In this way, our Mo family has lost nearly 20%."

Mo Xiaoqiao nodded and said, "We did suffer the greatest losses in this way, but this method is the safest. The second method is to cooperate with Ye's family and let them die."

When Mo Xiaoqiao said this, he lowered his head and looked at Mo Ansheng.

Mo Ansheng knew what he meant, and he was nothing more than asking Qingyang and Ye to be cannon fodder at that time.

However, Ye is not a fool.

In addition, Hua Lei was holding their Mo family's token. Perhaps behind this incident was the meaning of Mo family and several other elders of Ye family and the palm order.

Whether it is the Mo family or the Ye family, they have been thriving in the deserted state for too many years.

Various factions and clans often have some conflicts and disagreements.

Although there is a unified Presbyterian Church, the head of the family and the local governments, it is not harmonious in private. I am afraid that no one will do less secretly and secretly stigmatized matters.

But everyone has a bottom line, there are bottom lines between the nine major clans, and there are even red lines between the families in each clan that cannot be touched.

"This Hua Lei may have the bloodline of Ye Mo's two families?" Mo Antai suddenly realized.

"It's very likely, so Hua Lei's position is still unclear. If you meet them, let's cooperate first. Then act according to the opportunity."

In the end, Mo Ansheng set a tone for Ye Dafang's team.

Ye Dafang and Hua Lei were at the downstream of the river at this time.

I don’t know that in just these short periods, the fate of their team was settled by Mo Ansheng and others.

The sky in the cage of Beishan is like a color plate without color changes, moving slowly over time.

During the day and night, even the excessiveness is short.

In the blink of an eye, it was dawn.

Then, a rising sun jumped out.

Yes, jumped directly into the air.

At this time, as Mo Ansheng and others moved forward, Ye Dafang and Hua Lei's team began to continue to follow them.

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"Beishan looks very close, but I didn't expect it to be so far away. After walking for several days, I feel like we are in circles."

Wu Xiuxiu was wiping sweat at this time, kneeling down by the river, slamming her water into her face and then drinking in big gulp.

"Xiuxiu went to investigate how she found out? Has the master been back yet?"

These days, since the Guihua Creek, Hua Lei has been arranging them to set up a platter plate.

Based on the terrain situation on the Sky Map Art, he then observed for a few days to fully understand the number, distribution and strength of demon spirits in various areas along the way.

Then he asked Wu Xiuxiu and Liu Dada to help design the security array plate.

At the beginning, Wu Xiuxiu was not willing. He felt that Hua Lei's security method, which was like a hammer and a hammer, was simply a waste of array disk.

Although Hua Lei does have many arrays, he even doubts whether Hua Lei has space magic weapons.

Later, Hua Lei asked Ye Dafang to gather everyone to hold a simple tactical briefing meeting.

Hua Lei drew all the placement positions, purpose, and retreat routes of all the array plates.

Even the first time chasing the demon king Jian Jian was linked together.

Since then, Wu Xiuxiu has no complaints anymore.

He was not stupid either, and knew that if he really made preparations in advance according to Hua Lei's arrangement.

As long as he is not killed instantly, no matter what happens, he should be able to go out alive.
Chapter completed!