C28 Mo clan

On the stage, Ling Tian was wielding a sword in his right hand, the sword tip was only a few millimeters away from Qin Wu's forehead, while the Sword Qi had left a line of blood on his forehead.

Qin Wu's scalp tingled as he looked at the sword that was less than a centimeter away from the center of his brows.

Looking at the blade lying on the stage in the distance, Qin Wu couldn't help but feel a little bitter. As a warrior, his weapon had been destroyed, so his loss was indeed tragic.

Some warriors viewed weapons as life, and it was even more important than life. For example, the disciples of the Evil Sword Mansion of the Humans Sect used their blood and hearts to forge the Evil Sword, treating the sword as the most important thing in their lives.

If not for the fact that Ling Tian's sword technique was powerful and stopped the sword by force, the sword tip would have pierced through his forehead and he would have become a corpse.

"Qin Wu, you lost!" Ling Tian's left hand was covering his chest, it was something that Qin Wu had left for him, blood was flowing out of the gap between his fingers, but he did not realize it, his body was still as straight as before, looking at Qin Wu, he had a smile on his face that was like the spring breeze, and said indifferently.

Qin Wu laughed bitterly, his expression did not reveal any signs of depression, and looked at Ling Tian with eyes full of fighting spirit. He lightly nodded his head, and admitted: "This time, I have lost, and am convinced of my defeat. But one day, I will defeat you. "

"I look forward to that day!" Ling Tian said with a faint smile.

However, he felt a bit helpless in his heart. This fellow was still as crazy as before. Was he not afraid of death? However, what he admired the most about Qin Wu was his personality. He sheathed his sword with a clang.

Qin Wu heaved a sigh of relief. Although he was not afraid of death, a sword was pressed between his eyebrows, possibly wanting his life at any time, yet not wanting it. That kind of feeling was extremely uncomfortable, extremely torturous.

"Brother Tian, why don't you give this damn face a good beating!" Ling Yun jumped onto the stage and walked to the two people's side, laughing as he spoke, looking at Qin Wu with eyes full of ridicule.

Qin Wu's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot. It was this bastard again, lowering his head to look at the shattered black robe that was covered in blood, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

If not for this guy, he would not have been in such a sorry state, and had fought with Ling Tian quite a few times in the past. The two had fought since young, but they had never been in such a sorry state.

"Xiao Yun, are you alright?" Ling Tian laughed helplessly. He had a very good understanding of the tit for tat between Ling Yun and Qin Wu. When the two of them were together, there were not many good words to say. He asked with concern, his eyes glowing with a bone-piercing cold light.

Ling Yun knew what Ling Tian was asking about. It was nothing more than the matter of him being heavily injured not long ago. His heart warmed, and a cold light flashed past his eyes. I completely recovered a few days before my injury. "

Seeing that Ling Yun's actions were indeed not that of a wounded person, Ling Tian nodded his head with a slightly relaxed expression.

"Cough, cough!" Ling Tian's body suddenly swayed, his right hand held onto his chest, and with a light cough, a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Tian, are you alright?" Ling Yun immediately held Ling Tian, and asked worriedly. At the same time, he glared at Qin Wu, and Qin Wu shrunk his neck back in grievance.

"Cough, cough!" Ling Tian coughed again, he shook his head and stood up, his face was pale white and he laughed: "I'm fine! "I just suffered some tremors."

With that said, he reached into his bosom and took out a jade bottle. He took out two round spirit pellets and threw one to Qin Wu, and took the remaining one for himself. After consuming the spirit pellets, Ling Tian's face turned red.

"Low Grade Three Spirit Dan, Spring-Returning Pill!" Looking at the spirit pellet in his hand, Qin Wu looked at Ling Tian in shock, and did not consume it.

Rank three spirit pellets, even though they were crown prince s, they could not be taken out casually. They were all life saving spirit pellets, and only when they were outside training, would they take them to heal.

"En!" Ling Tian nodded his head, and laughed: "When I returned, I exterminated a late stage Martial Master level bandit, and found five of them on his body."

Qin Wu nodded his head, slightly envious of Ling Tian's luck. A Martial Master level bandit actually had a Rank 3 Spirit Pill on his body, and it was even obtained by Ling Tian. What he did not know was that that thief had just robbed a disciple from a first-rate power, and had heavily injured that disciple. He did not expect that Ling Tian would actually take advantage of him.

Without saying anything, he glanced at Ling Tian. After taking the Spring-Returning Pill, sometimes gratitude could not be expressed with mere words. Moreover, he himself was not good at words. Rather than saying so, it was better to put it into practice.

"Xiao Yun, wait a moment with Xiao Feng. Qin Wu and I will recuperate from our injuries!" Ling Tian said as he looked at Ling Yun and her.

"En!" Ling Yun and Qin Feng nodded.

Ling Tian and Qin Feng sat crossed legged on the stage, their eyes closed slightly. The nature spirit energy followed their breathing and entered their bodies, passing through their veins into the Qi Sea. Then, under their control, it flowed to the wounds on their bodies and slowly recovered.

The middle aged referee's body swayed, the light of spiritual qi s under his face flickered, and his figure gradually became indistinct. When he appeared again, he was already at the center of the stage with Ling Yun and a few others beside him.

Seeing these people standing on the arena as if they were talking about family matters, his face couldn't help but turn dark. Please, this is a competition arena, not a place for aristocratic children to chat.

However, with their status, it would not be good for him to chase them away. The four little fellows should leave soon! The middle-aged referee said in his heart and prayed that the four of them would leave as soon as possible.

When she saw Ling Tian and Yue Yang take the Spring-Returning Pill and sit down to heal their injuries as if no one was around, her face darkened even more.

Gritting his teeth in secret, the middle-aged referee acted as if he did not see the four and turned to look at the people below the stage, and said indifferently: "In the match between Ling Tian and Qin Wu, Ling Tian wins, and he continues to stay at the top of the Heaven's Pride Board's rankings."

After the announcement was made, the middle-aged referee helplessly shook his head and left the arena.

The spectators below saw that the competition was already over. Other than the few infatuated girls, who were infatuated with Ling Tian, the rest of them all went to the bottom of the other eight arenas. Not long later, warriors went up to challenge them.

Ling Yun looked at the two who were meditating and healing themselves, their bodies glowing with spirit light. Sitting on the floor with Qin Feng, they started to chat quietly. With the injuries of the two of them, it wouldn't even take an hour for them to recover. He couldn't just stand there foolishly and wait for an hour!

"The appointed time to meet Yue'Er is tomorrow." Ling Yun thought in his heart as his face revealed an unnoticeable trace of bitter smile as well as guilt.

"Ling Yun, do you really not know who injured you?" Qin Feng stared at Ling Yun, she did not let the expression on his face or in his eyes slip away, revealing a sinister look, she asked.

But very quickly, he was disappointed. Ling Yun's expression did not change at all, his eyes were calm and serene, after hearing his words, there were no fluctuations at all.

Ling Yun looked at him, a smile appearing in his eyes, how could he not see through Qin Feng's thoughts, and express his thoughts.

Laughing, Ling Yun's eyes revealed a hint of killing intent, but he quickly concealed it, shook his head, and said: "I don't know."

Qin Feng frowned slightly, his face revealing a look of displeasure, "Ling Yun, if you consider me, Qin Feng, a brother, then tell me about this matter, I will help you vent your anger."

"If I have to rely on my brother for such a small matter, then I am too useless!" Ling Yun laughed, without waiting for Qin Feng to speak, he patted's shoulders, "Don't meddle in this matter, I will avenge myself."

"But you ?" Qin Feng's face changed, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Ling Yun, who asked in displeasure, "What? Don't believe me, this is what you call a brother, he doesn't even have trust. Or are you the same as the others, thinking that I'm just a useless piece of trash who only has a slightly higher status? "

"No!" Qin Feng immediately shook his head like a rattle drum.

"That's it!" Ling Yun laughed, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

Qin Feng nodded his head helplessly, his eyes revealing a look of worry, but he did not say anything more.

The Accumulation Pavilion was the biggest restaurant in the Soaring Cloud Empire. It was nine stories high, and it could view the scenery of the Lingxiao City with a glance.

Any random meal in there wasn't something that an ordinary family could afford. Those that could come to Fuxuan were all nobles with great backgrounds or powerful martial artists behind them.

The first level was the lowest, and the upper level was gradually increasing, especially the ninth level. The ninth level was also known as the Supreme Packet Room, and it was not something that could be entered with money, but rather someone with a considerable identity or strength above a Martial Monarch.

Otherwise, even if you are in Martial King, you still don't have the qualifications to come up.

The Blessed House was the business family's property of the Soaring Cloud Empire. The property of the Mo Clan was spread throughout the entire Soaring Cloud Empire, accumulating an enormous amount of wealth.

His accumulated wealth was as rich as a kingdom and was in fact a commercial empire. However, it was linked to the Soaring Cloud Empire Royal Family and was a subsidiary power of the Ling family.

This Mo Clan was the family of the third Mo Xiao, the young master of the Mo Clan.

The current Family Head Mo Xing was Mo Xiao's grandfather, a genuine Perfection of the Martial Monarch expert, and also the strongest in the Mo Clan.

The Mo Clan grew up in his hands. In the past, the Mo Clan was a business starting house, with nothing but wealth, but the strongest person was only Martial King.

Although he had managed to invite a few foreign delegates with his wealth, in the end, they were still outsiders. Without the protection of their own rankers, they were often suppressed by the big families of Soaring Cloud Empire.

Mo Xing and Ling Ao were of the same generation as him. Although their talent was not as good as Ling Ao's, the fact that they were able to become the Martial King Expert proved that their Martial Dao talent was also not bad.

Martial Monarchs were already considered strong in the Soaring Cloud Empire. They could build second-rate powers.