Nangong Jin stopped the movement in his hand, and an extremely terrifying breath erupted all over his body.
"Since the city lord is unwilling to hand over people by himself, we have to do it ourselves."
Nangong Jin said coldly.
Several elders in the hall heard Nangong Jin's words, nodded slightly, looked at each other, got up and walked outside the hall.
Seeing the reaction of everyone in the Nangong family, Michel Wiese felt tight and shouted sharply.
"My Taikun City treats the little friends of Nangong very politely. Is this how the Nangong family repays it?"
"Yesterday's banquet, the son of Xia Qingyi of the Xia Dynasty was also there. If you don't believe it, you can find him and testify for the old man!"
A smile appeared at the corner of Nangong Xun's mouth.
"I said, why are you arrogant? Why, I think that with the Xia family backing, I can't help you from the Nangong clan!"
"Even if the entire Taikun City is turned upside down today, Qing'er will be retrieved."
The elder of the Nangong family hadn't walked out of the gate, and heard Nangong Xun's words coming from behind him, then turned his head and responded loudly.
"Okay, what you're waiting for is what the second brother said!"
After speaking, everyone flew with swords and led a few teams to search for Nangong Ling Qing's whereabouts.
"you guys!"
Michel Wiese knew that the two people in front of him were far from the match, so he snorted, but didn't say any more, only hoping that these people would not discover the space in the back mountain.
After Nangong Xun finished speaking, he noticed Mo Hongyu's flustered look at the door, and then whispered a few words in Nangong Jin's ear.
"who are you?"
Nangong Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed at Mo Hongyu, and asked in a deep voice.
Feeling the majestic spirit source fluctuations of Nangong Xun and Nangong Jin, Mo Hongyu's figure was taken aback and began to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, Xize on the side arched his hands and said softly.
"This is the Patriarch of the Mo Family, Mo Hongyu."
With that said, Hize pulled Lamo Hongyu's sleeves and whispered: "Patriarch Mo, Patriarch Mo!"
"Ah, what...what's wrong."
Mo Hongyu slowed down, stammered, and then looked at Michel Weiser, as if he wanted him to say something nice for himself.
"Master Mo?"
"Why, does the Mo family also know about Qing'er?"
"It's still said that Qing'er's disappearance has something to do with the Mo Family!"
Nangong Xun narrowed his eyes and said sharply.
"No, no, I dare not, I don't know about Nangong Lingqing!"
Mo Hongyu directly called out Nangong Ling Qing's name in a panic, which made Michelle Weese's heart tense, damn, I would have known that I wouldn't bring him here, it's really useless.
"Oh? Patriarch Mo actually knows Qing'er's name."
Nangong Xun narrowed his eyes and said.
"Haha, Mr. Nangong doesn't need to be like that. The Master Mo was also present at the banquet last night, and the Master Mo is quite optimistic about the little friend Nangong."
"No, the old man told Patriarch Mo today that little friend Nangong has already left. Patriarch Mo does not believe him, he has to come and see."
"Patriarch Mo, please believe me now!"
Michel Wiese smiled and stood up, defending Mo Hongyu.
"Yes, yes, since little friend Nangong has left, then Mo will not stay much."
"There is still something in the clan waiting for me to go back to deal with it."
With that said, Mo Hongyu turned around and left this place of right and wrong.
Upon seeing this, Michel Weitzer breathed a sigh of relief. It's okay for Mo Hongyu to leave, at least not to hold him back.
"Master Mo, do you know something about the disappearance of my Qing'er?"
Nangong Xun always felt that Mo Hongyu seemed to have something to hide from him, and said sharply, a vast Spiritual Source fluctuation suddenly burst out of his body, covering Mo Hongyu.
Mo Hongyu felt an extremely large sense of oppression suddenly increased around him, and the spirit source in his body was working hard to resist, but in front of Nangong Xun, his strength did not play a role at all. As the oppression gradually increased, Mo The ground on which Hongyu was standing gradually split, and his whole body gradually sank underground.
"Spare!"
"I, I really don't know the whereabouts of little friend Nangong!"
Mo Hongyu gritted his teeth and said with difficulty.
On the top of the hill behind the hall of the city hall, a disciple of the Nangong clan looked at the delicate instrument in his hand with a solemn expression. The instrument was given to him by the elder of the clan. It was originally used to find the location of Nangong Lingqing, but he never thought about it. Weird fluctuations.
Seeing the black mist appearing on the instrument, the man's eyebrows frowned, and then he hurried to the direction of the city hall to inform the elders in the hall of the news.
"Why, isn't Patriarch Mo telling the truth!"
"well!"
A little bit of cold light flashed in Nangong Xun's eyes, and an invisible killing intent filled the entire hall.
"Stop! People from Taikun City, it is not your turn to deal with the Nangong clan!"
Michel Wiese noticed the murderous intent on Nangong Xun's body and stood up abruptly.
At this time, Mo Hongyu's breathing became extremely difficult, and the spirit source in his body gradually stopped flowing in this killing intent, as if it had condensed.
"I say!"
Mo Hongyu shouted with red eyes.
"Nangong Ling Qing slaughtered all quarters in the ruins, only one of my Mohist team survived!"
"I didn't intend to pursue this matter, but some people in the clan took someone to assassinate the Nangong little friend without telling me.
"I only learned about it after the banquet last night, and I came here today to make amends for little friend Nangong!"
Mo Hongyu's face was livid, and he made up seven points of truth and three points of false facts, and said it with difficulty. He only hoped that the people of the Nangong clan in front of him would not be angry with them as a whole.
When Nangong Xun and Nangong Jin heard this, their killing intent was a little better, and they looked at Mo Hongyu coldly.
"I have caught the person who did this. If so, I can give it to you when I get back."
"Please raise your hands high and let go of my Mo Family."
Mo Hongyu spoke with difficulty, his eyes dodged constantly.
"Elder!"
The disciple who found the anomaly walked quickly into the hall, shouted respectfully, and then looked at Mo Hongyu and others with a look of surprise.
Nangong Xun and Nangong Jin have always been gentle in the family, but they never thought they were so angry today.
"Anything to find?"
Nangong Xun asked slowly.
The disciple nodded slightly, walked quickly to Nangong Xun, took out the instrument from the bracelet, and placed it in Nangong Xun's hand.
Looking at the instrument with black mist in his hand, Nangong Xun's expression gradually became solemn and deep, and then he said a few words softly in Nangong Jin's ear.
