Chapter 1639: Less than thirty?

The expression on Murong Qian's face was also surprised, "How is it possible? How could you be unscathed?"
The eye that Mo Tong showed, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes, "Small bugs."
then……
Boom...boom...
I saw the guards who had surrounded them all vomiting blood, blood vessels burst and died!
"What?" Murong Qian and Murong Ying were surprised again.
How is this possible?
Murong Feixue was also very shocked, and immediately looked at Mo Tong, "You...have your cultivation reached the late stage of the Saint Level?" Immediately he shook his head: "No... absolutely impossible!"
"Holy level? Late stage?" Mo Tong snorted, did not admit, but looked at it with a slight disdain.
Long Feiye twisted his waist and walked out from behind him, "Why do you look so surprised? No, just break! Break the formation!?"
Hearing the other party's words, he deliberately paused behind, meaning that their Murong family's blood killing formation was broken? ?
Murong Qian had an old blood stalk in his throat, and Murong Ying immediately rebuked: "You guys, don't be too arrogant! It's just that their cultivation skills are shallow. If they are stronger, do you think you can still live now?"
Yun Zhao's complexion was not very good, he looked at Mo Tong and looked deeply, and there was an unclear color in his eyes. Then he went to Situ Xiao's side and whispered a few words to him. Situ Xiao suddenly frowned and looked at him: "Are you sure? What if the other party doesn't?"
Yun Zhaomou's expression was ruthless, "If you can't use it for yourself, you will destroy it!"
Situ Xiao nodded lightly, "Okay! Help you as a teacher."
Turning his head to Mo Tong said: "Young man, since your cultivation is so powerful, I really admire this seat. It seems that this world is not only the prince of Yunlong Nation, or the Wuchen of the Spirit Sect. Powerful talent."
Long Fei stopped at night and looked at Yue Mobai, "What does he mean?"
The Murong family father and son didn't understand, what is the national teacher?
The people around don’t understand, but some people can’t help but agree, "The Chinese teacher is right. This person can hear no more than thirty. He should be a young man when he sees his face. At such a young age, he has reached the holy level."
"It's not the old monster Qiao Zhuang, right?"
"Go, you should have heard of it if you haven't seen it? Only by breaking through the level can you choose to make your face look younger, and below the level, you can maintain your appearance and delay aging by looking at the higher your cultivation base!"
"Yeah...but, having said that, there aren't many god-level people on the mainland."
"So! The young man in front of me must be a genius with the same talent as our prince! It's a pity... it turned out to be a robber."
Many people sighed and regretted that Mo Tong went astray.
However, Nightmare had already spread the divine consciousness in every corner of the square, naturally hearing these people say, the corners of her mouth twitched a few times.
Looking at Mo Tong, "less than thirty?" Chichi, it should be less than thirty thousand...
Mo Tong was too lazy to pay attention to him, knowing that he was teasing him, Mo Tong directly responded coldly to Situ Xiao's words, "If you have a fart, let it go, or I will do it!"
Situ Xiao didn't get angry, but instead smiled and asked: "It's very simple. I just want to talk to you. The disciple in this seat wants to invite you and this friend next to you to visit our teacher's residence together. How about?"
The second prince also immediately added: "Second, this prince is a sincere invitation. I hope you don't refuse."
Yue Mobai and Long Feiye suddenly wanted to laugh, they turned out to have fancy Mo Tong and Nightmare?
"Is this recruiting security?" Yue Mobai asked with a smile.
Situ Xiao replied faintly: "Forget it...As long as you are willing, the disciples in this seat are also a pity for talent. It just so happens that you don't have to make a living by robbers anymore."