That night.

More than a dozen black shadows quietly sneaked into the inn where Mo Ziming and the other two lived.

These people were all assigned by Jiumo, and three of them were his personal disciples.

In order to win a game, the Wang family and his son spared no expense to find Jiumo and promised a reward of 2,000 taels of silver.

In fact, even if the Wang family and his son did not show up, Jiumo was about to take action.

The 2,000 taels of silver offered by the Wang family and his son was regarded as the icing on the cake.

Jiumo was full of confidence in this action and was determined to win it.

Among the Hu people in Jinning County, he was the strongest, and everyone followed his horse.

Therefore, he will never allow anyone to challenge his prestige.

It’s a pity that this guy is just an alien after all, and I’m afraid he doesn’t quite understand what “Yarang’s arrogance” means and what “watching the sky in a well” means.

Jinning County is remote and has thin spiritual energy, so there is almost no one here to practice. Almost all ordinary people or some martial arts people who travel around the world.

This also made Jiumo have an illusion that the Central Plains was nothing more than that.

Let’s talk about the dozen Hu people who sneaked into the inn, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why doesn’t it look like an inn? It looks like an abandoned house?

"Be careful, the situation is a little wrong, the other party must have set up a trap."

The leader couldn't help but look solemn and greeted the crowd in a low voice.

As a result, another guy named Aza disagreed and said, "So what? At worst, it's just a small fantasy array. People in the Central Plains have always been like this and like to sneak up on them."

"Haha, who is sneaking around?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"who?"

"come out!"

The crowd was startled and looked around to find the source of the sound.

"I can't even find someone, who gave you the courage to die?"

Mo Ziming finally showed his figure.

"You're looking for death!"

A tall man shouted angrily, raised his hand, and a wind blade rushed away.

Mo Ziming raised his hand casually, and turned the opponent's offensive into invisibility.

"You miscellaneous people, let's see how I deal with you."

How could Miss Xiaoqing miss such an excellent opportunity?

As he shouted, a figure flashed on the spot.

Before the group of people could come back to their senses, Xiaoqing rushed directly to the group like a tiger pounced into the flock of sheep. She was lazy to use her moves. She instantly knocked down five or six people from the other party.

"Scatter, everyone will disperse!"

The leader was shocked and hurriedly dodged several feet, raised his hand and pinched it, muttering something.

“Woooooo~”

A strong wind blew up, and the wind swept towards Xiaoqing like a sharp blade.

His accomplices also launched an offensive.

Almost all these people used spells from the Western Regions, and only three of them fought with swords.

In dealing with ordinary people, they may be able to kill their opponents in an instant.

Unfortunately, they found the wrong partner.

Although Xiaoqing's strength is not as strong as Bai Suzhen, she is enough to be among the masters compared to the world of immortal cultivation. How could this group of people be her opponent?

In less than ten breaths, the battle is over.

“It’s really boring ~”

Xiaoqing clapped her hands with some regret.

Obviously, I think the opponent is too weak and I can't satisfy my fight.

"Who are you...the hell are you?"

The leader looked frightened and looked at Mo Ziming who was walking slowly forward.

"Tell me, how many people are there in total? Where is that Jiumo hiding?"

Mo Ziming responded lazily to the other party’s questions, but asked back to the other party.

"Hmph, since it has fallen into your hands, you can kill and cut whatever you want."

That guy was quite tough and looked like he was not surrendering even if he was beaten to death.

"Okay, as you wish."

Mo Zi sighed, raised his finger and stroked the void, causing the guy's body and head to separate, and there was not even a drop of blood.

Such neat methods scared his accomplices to death, and a smell of urine came out of the field...

"It's your turn, tell me, how many of you are? Who is that Jiumo?"

Mo Ziming walked towards another Hu man.

"I...I..."

The guy was so scared that he looked so bad that he stuttered or not.

"Don't want to say it? OK!"

Mo Ziming raised his finger and stroked the void again.

"It's your turn..."

"Don't kill me, I say, I say..."

When it was the third turn, the guy had already collapsed and began to give him an explanation without waiting for Mo Ziming to ask questions.

This group of people is so arrogant that they bully the weak and fear evil. They have to punish them to death to be honest...

On the other side.

Jiumo sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly and waited for his subordinates to return.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Because a feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart, as if a big rock suddenly pressed on his heart, heavy.

What's going on?

Is there something wrong with the action?

Jiumo, who was originally very confident, suddenly became unconfident and couldn't help but shout at the door: "Rudo."

"exist!"

There was a reply outside, and then a bearded man pushed the door and walked in.

This person is Jiumo's eldest disciple and one of his most trusted confidants.

"Rudo, I always feel a little uneasy. Go to the inn to observe the situation. Remember, try not to show up if you can not show up."

"Yes, Master!"

Rudo responded, turned and walked out of the door.

As a result, as soon as I left the door, a sarcastic voice came from my ear: "No need to go, we are here to take the initiative."

"Um?"

In the room, Jiumo's face was shocked, and his body moved, and he instantly drifted outside the door like a breeze.

Mo Ziming stood in the yard, holding his hands, looking leisurely coming to admire the night.

He has now completely figured out the other party's background, so he naturally no longer hides it. It is time for a face-to-face showdown.

According to the previous group of people, Xiaoqing and Bai Suzhen had already gone to destroy other dens separately, while Mo Ziming came to deal with the leader Jiumo himself.

"Who are you?"

After all, Rudo was a great disciple, so he did not take action recklessly, but asked coldly.

Mo Ziming was lazy to pay attention to it, glanced at Jiumo and said, "Old guy, if you don't practice well in the Western Regions, you will go to the Central Plains to be a monster. Are you the Central Plains where you can come whenever you want and walk whenever you want?"

"presumptuous!"

Now, Rudo could no longer hold it back, and raised his hand and slashed at Mo Ziming with an electric arc.

Most of the mages in the Western Regions have fire, wind, ice, etc., and there are very few who can control thunder magic, even Jiumo cannot do it.
To be continued...