Going back through the book to the time of the morbid devil boy

Chapter 19
When the people from Qingyang Jianzong rushed to the street where the incident happened, the team from Yuanmingzong also arrived at the same time.

There was an atmosphere of tension at the scene.

When the eyes crossed, everyone present felt a force oppressing them, and their chests felt tight.

And the disciples of these two sects are still fighting each other, relying purely on brute force instead of spiritual power. After all, in Minglan City, there is a rule that one cannot use spiritual power to fight and so on.

Because the destructive ability of using spiritual power is strong!

If the city defenders find someone using spiritual power to fight or fight in the street, they will stamp a 'lock stamp' on them. Once the 'lock stamp' is stamped, this person will no longer be able to enter Minglan City.

Because the "seal" has the power of the rules of heaven and earth, it can prevent people with the "seal" from entering Minglan City.

"You Qingyang Sword Sect members are all cowards!"

"Fuck, you Yuan Mingzong people are people who are unclear!"

"If I don't beat you to death today, my surname will not be Zhang!"

"Come on! You Yuan Mingzong sent hundreds of disciples to arrest that half-demon after such a big commotion, and hundreds of disciples lost to the seriously injured half-demon. How funny!"

"Don't insult my Yuan Mingzong!"

"Sooner or later, I will cut off the head of that half-demon and throw it on the plaque of your Qingyang Sword Sect."

"..."

A dozen people beat each other together in the middle of the street. Their clothes were disheveled, their faces were bruised and purple, and their hair was messed up.

While fighting, they also spoke harsh words to each other. They were in the middle of the game, and they didn't know how childish their own words were.

A group of gorgeously dressed women surrounded by the show, whose clothes were much sexier than ordinary female cultivators, laughed like bells.

The leader, dressed in a red dress, with a good figure and an extremely gorgeous appearance, looked at Mo Yiran with burning eyes, smiled and said: "I didn't expect the disciples of the two sects to be so amiable, right? Brother Yiran ..."

Mo Weiwei who was behind Mo Yiran, upon hearing these words, really wanted to tear the nun's mouth to pieces.

"How dare you call my master's name indiscriminately!"

"Hehe, where did you come from, little girl? When I met Mo Yiran, you were not born yet, right?" The woman in red snorted coldly, the coldness between her eyebrows was obvious.

"Weiwei mustn't be rude." Mo Yiran said in a deep voice, then looked at the woman in red and said, "Qu Manshuang, don't use your Acacia School tricks on me."

Qu Manshuang couldn't help giggling, she looked charming and mature, and attracted many men present to be fascinated by her smile.

"Hey, don't be angry. I'm still the girl called Ye Qingwu who learned from your Qingyang Sword Sect. She called you that before. Don't deny it. My junior sister saw it with her own eyes. See, hear with your own ears."

Hearing the words, Mo Yiran frowned slightly, his eyes were deep and his expression was invisible.

Ye Qingwu, who was watching a good show, flew into disaster. The disciples of Qingyang Sword Sect all looked at her, as if they thought she was embarrassing.

Ye Qingwu looked calm, she changed the subject and said: "Master Hu, Mo Xianzun, if you don't stop their fight, I guess they won't be able to get going within today."

When Hu Mingdao heard the words, he realized that this was the most important thing. Why was he suddenly led astray?

Hu Mingdao shouted coldly: "Not letting go yet!"

Just his sound made the ears of those present feel a little hurt.

It also stunned the dozen or so sect disciples who were wrestling together, and stopped their hands one after another. When the disciples of Qingyang Jianzong saw the leader of their own sect, they felt uneasy, but they still walked obediently in front of Hu Mingdao .

The eight disciples dressed in moon white lowered their heads slightly and shouted:
"Peak Lord Hu, Mo Xianzun."

"It's simply out of place!" Hu Mingdao cursed angrily, almost saliva flying out of his mouth.

The hanging heads of the eight disciples were even lower.

Although the nine Yuan Mingzong disciples on the opposite side were also in a state of embarrassment, they saw that the few people who had fought with them just now were reprimanded, and their eyes were obviously full of complacency.

Fang Zeyan couldn't see this happening the most. He pushed away some disciples, came to the side of Peak Master Hu and said:

"Peak Master Hu, don't be angry, but let them talk about why they beat Yuan Mingzong's disciples regardless of their image."

"The disciples from the opposite sect are laughing at us!"

When Hu Fengzhu heard the first half of the sentence, he didn't take it seriously, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he began to frown.

Hu Mingdao asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

After hearing the words, the eight disciples looked at each other a few times, as if they had made up their minds, they shook their heads and said, "No."

"No? What's the trouble with me without you! It's embarrassing!"

"After a while, each of you will receive a hundred whips."

One hundred whips?

Everyone looked a little surprised, Hu Mingdao actually let them each receive a hundred lashes, this punishment will not cause serious injuries!

"Qingyang Jianzong will not allow you to ruin your reputation." Hu Mingdao added.

"The disciples are willing to bear it."

Everyone didn't expect them to answer so quickly, without any intention of refusing.

Ye Qingwu at the back noticed something was wrong. The eight disciples in front were all people she knew well. They were from the fifth peak, and Aunt Zilan had asked them to take care of themselves.

Also, the nine disciples of Yuan Mingzong on the opposite side were staring at her vaguely, and their eyes made her uncomfortable.

Although I have always wanted to avoid difficulties, but...

Some people have to face difficulties for some things.

"Master Hu, I know the truth of the matter." Ye Qingwu's cold and soft voice came from behind them.

As soon as these words came out, almost everyone's eyes were on her.

Just as Ye Qingwu was about to push away the crowd, Luo Tianyan tugged at her sleeve, and Ye Qingwu gave her a comforting smile.

The disciples of Qingyang Jianzong made way for her, and she came to Hu Mingdao without any haste.

"Qingwu, good boy, go back." A man whose face was swollen from the beating gave her a look, motioning for her to go back.

The other seven people all gave her the same look.

Ye Qingwu just smiled at them and did not reply.

"Why is it you again? Don't come here to mess around, you stay in the inn all day, don't think that the peak master doesn't know." When Hu Mingdao saw her, his brows seemed to be knotted.

Ye Qingwu said neither humble nor overbearing: "Master Hu, they fought with the disciples of Yuan Mingzong all because of me."

Mo Weiwei blinked her eyes innocently and asked, "Sister Qingwu, you mean that Yuan Mingzong's disciples also like you?"

"Sister Weiwei, can you shut your mouth first? Your words are a little harsh."

Mo Weiwei's face froze for an instant, and there was disbelief in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)