Chapter 290: Qing Muer Robbery (5)

Feng Shaobai roared, ignoring the soft whip close to me, and slashed the hammer in his hand with a chain hammer. It was simple and straightforward, and she struck Qing Muer with a force of ten pounds.
Qing Mu'er stepped up the pace again, getting rid of Feng Shaobai, a twist, his soft whip stretched like a gun, pounding Huanglong. The tip of the whip is lightning fast, and the angle is tricky.
Concerned about Qing Muer's identity, Feng Shaobai was restrained everywhere, fearing his feet and being unable to perform, let alone how depressed he was.
In the middle of the field, I saw a lot of whiplashes and violent winds. You come and go, and no one can do anything for a while. Under stalemate, the people who watched the battle on both sides were anxious. This sword was ruthless, and it was inevitable that there was a wrong hand. In case of any accident, they could not afford it, but in order to avoid the deterioration of the relationship between the two communities, they could not go into battle. Anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
Helping the other side for a long time, Qing Mu'er was a little embarrassed and angry, and his brain was hot. In order to win the fruit of Xiao Yan and the six prescriptions for Xiao Yan, he had no regard for the relationship between the two races, and it was impossible to think about bringing the blood demon family. Whatever the trouble is, prepare to wave everyone's hands.
Qing Mu'er's impatient expression was seen by the elder in red, and he couldn't help trembling. In the current situation, as long as Qing Muer gives an order, it will be a big dogfight. There will inevitably be casualties, and the relationship between the two communities will completely collapse. How can this be good?
At the time when everyone was at a loss, at this moment, above the sky, a blast of wind came galloping .....
Those who can appear silently in their own consciousness, etc., are by no means idle. Moreover, it is not known whether the visitor is an enemy or a friend.
Suddenly, an old man was seen standing in the air wearing a blood-red robe and fighting halberds. The halberd is two meters long. The halberd's blade resembles a meniscus, and the whole body is dark. Only the tip is blood red. The war halberds kept on whining, and if there were thousands of ghosts attached to the halberds, it was definitely a superb weapon.
Compared with the best halberd, the old man in the blood-red robe looked a little thin. The skin is reddish brown, with curly beards, long eyebrows, and the hair rising from the sky is even brighter and fiery red. Deep in the black eyes, there was a red flame burning in the flames, making people dare not look at each other.
The old man stood there, exuding a strong breath, vast and boundless, culverts rising up, his body wrapped around the band-shaped magic mist, oppressing people to sweat coldly, almost suffocated.
As soon as the old man appeared, Qing Muer and Feng Shaobai, who were fighting, stopped involuntarily.
"Four grandfathers, you are finally back, and you want to die Muer." Qing Muer whispered and rushed to the old man.
"Muer, come, let the four grandpas take a good look. Alas, he looks more watery." When the old man saw Qing Muer, he opened his eyes and smiled, and the whole body's momentum disappeared without a trace.
The old man is the four elders of the Blood Demon tribe. He has been hailed as a rare genius in the tribe since he was a child. He is unruly by nature and loves to travel everywhere.
"I've seen the four elders." The elders in red and others were very excited to see the four elders, and came forward to greet them.
"Uh-huh, are you okay?" The four elders were very happy to see everyone, but their eyes never left Qing Muer, and the show of petting made everyone sweat.
"Four grandfathers, why are you here?" Qing Muer screeched, jumping like a red flame.
"As soon as my forefoot stepped into the giant city, I was going to go back to the magic city, I felt Muer's breath, and came quickly." The four elders were especially kind in front of Qing Muer.
"Four grandpas are the best for Mu'er." Qing Mu'er smiled sweetly, and everyone was silent for a while, who didn't know the blood demon family.
"The four elders, I feel that your strength seems to have greatly increased now, how many stars?" The elder in red was by the side, feeling the elders' imposing momentum, could not help but interject.
"Yes, Grandpa Four, Mu'er also wants to know."
"Oh, eight stars," the four elders replied casually.
The understatement of the four elders is more shocking than the demeanor. Although it is said that there are nine stars in the Doudian Continent, no one has seen it or even heard its name since the ancient catastrophe.
The Eight-Star Emperor is naturally the peak power in the practical sense. The phoenix is ​​generally inferior, there are only a handful of them, and all of them are the peak forces of super powers. Now that the Blood Demon Family has appeared the Eight-Star Fighting Emperor, plus the Blood Demon Order, it seems that the real unification of the Demon Family is just around the corner, and the elders are excited.
"Muer, he bullied you just now?"
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