Chapter 1640: type 1

Some people around also understood, and some of Murong's family suddenly became a little unhappy.
Murong Feixue stared at Mo Tong angrily, wishing him to die immediately. She didn't expect this person to have such a strong cultivation base. Not only did his cousin not help him take revenge, but now he still wants to accept someone?
Murong and his son were also dissatisfied. Murong Qian chose to hide his emotions after looking at the national teacher. Murong Ying was angrily dissatisfied: "The country..."
"Shut up." Murong Qian stopped him immediately.
Murong Ying was very unconvinced, "But, Dad..."
"Well, you stand here quietly, what should be done by the national teacher." Murong Qian immediately replied with a cold face.
Murong Ying had to shut up obediently, and finally glanced at Yun Zhao dissatisfied, still only depressed.
"Hello? He's digging your corner." Qingcheng smiled at Yun Haochen.
Yun Haochen curled his lips lightly, "If you can dig, then you can dig it."
Qingcheng suddenly chuckled out...
Regarding Mo Tong's performance, Wangyou couldn't help but feel surprised. At the same time, he was even more curious about which power these people belonged to. In short, it is certain that they must not be real robbers.
Facing both Situ Xiao and Yun Zhao's apprentices, Yue Mobai's eyes all had a faint smile.
Nightmare looked at Yun Zhao lightly, "Want to be our master?"
Yun Zhao didn't expect the other party to say so directly, and when he was about to reply, he went to the other party and said: "You are not qualified!"
"You!" Yun Zhao's expression turned cold immediately, "Since you don't want to give you a chance to correct evil, then don't blame this prince for not giving you a way to survive!"
Situ Xiao's cold voice said again: "Really unwilling?"
Long Feiye sneered, "You old man is really long-winded. If you want to fight, you will fall, and you will find so many excuses. Don't fight, don't talk nonsense, we are still in a hurry."
Situ Xiao's sharp eyes burst into cold light, this ugly woman, dare to say that he is old?
A cold and angry voice at the same time, he immediately said: "It's solved."
When the voice fell, fifty white-clothed masked men appeared from nowhere, all of them well-trained, and their cultivation was not limited to the king level. When more than forty of them transported their spiritual power to the weapon of the finger Everyone was surprised when Qi Qi became blue or quite deep blue.
"There are so many mid-level kings, there are at least five and six floors, right?"
"The people under the National Teacher are so strong!"
Finally, the five leading ones will also show their cultivation bases, huh... the spiritual power turned out to be purple!
"Hi...Holy level!!"
"God! Why come out so many holy ranks at once!"
At this moment, the Murong family felt a little more comfortable at the same time, and immediately some people around chose not to watch.
"Go, go! The power of the Saint-level powerhouse is too strong and powerful, and it will definitely be affected! If you don't leave, it will be too late!"
"Go around! Hurry up!"
Many people are a little reluctant, but in the end they still feel that life is important, but some people choose to run a little farther, really don't want to miss the battle between the strong!
Yao Yue and the others avoided being too conspicuous, and followed the crowd a little further.
Feng Yiran looked at the field, then at Luo Heng who was being helped by Song Yin and the others, and immediately stepped up to keep up.
Ying Wuming immediately followed: "Where to go?"
"Follow them!" Feng Yiran kept walking, chasing towards Song.
Ying Wuming wanted to stay to watch the battle, but he also knew that his cultivation level could not be watched here at all, and he could only leave with him.
"Winner, you and Xueer stand behind me." Murong Qian said immediately.