918: C918 Trace exposure

C918 Trace exposure

Mu Qing was just a tyrant who lived in Mao Mountain. Although he had been a Daoist priest on Mao Mountain for a few days, he did not have much understanding towards the Eastern Dao Sect. "So it's not surprising that you judge people by their appearance.

But when Mu Qing said this, Daoist Qiu Ming was scared until his entire body was trembling.

After all, to these inner sect disciples in the Dao Sect, being able to address you as Martial Nephew and discussing seniority with you was already giving you a lot of face. If one was rude, they would not care what kind of position one had in the Mortal Realm's mortal circle. For people like Qiu Ming, they would not even be able to match up to the status of the inner sect guardians.

Qiu Ming's face turned cold, his entire body shivered, and he smacked his own mouth towards Mu Qing.

Mu Qing was stunned by Qiu Ming's attack.

Clutching his burning cheeks, Mu Qing said: "Uncle, I am helping you earn face here, why did you hit me?"

Mu Qing was extremely confused why would Daoist Qiu Ming suddenly make a move on him.

Qiu Ming said fiercely: "You're the one who is beating this Little Bastard who doesn't know what's good for himself. If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, wouldn't Poverty-stricken People beat you to death on the spot?"

On one hand, Daoist Qiu Ming's actions were to scare Mu Qing, on the other hand, it was for the white-clothed cultivator beside him to see. At this moment, Daoist Qiu Ming could only pray that the person beside him would not forget this lowly person and not make a fuss about it with Mu Qing.

After beating Mu Qing, Daoist Qiu Ming hurriedly turned his head and looked at the white clothed Daoist and said, "Martial Uncle Fan, you only let this kind of beast offend the Martial Uncle because I taught you poorly. Please forgive me. This disciple's heart will never be able to thank you! "

Facing these inner disciples of the Dao Sect, not only would he have to eliminate them for justice, he also had to pretend to be a grandson with a smile. But what could he do, who asked them to be grandfathers?

However, the white clothed cultivator seemed very magnanimous, and didn't have any intention of bickering with Mu Qing. He lightly smiled, and said to Qiu Ming, "Junior Master and Junior Brother Qiu Ming, don't blame yourself too much.

After hearing the Taoist's words, Qiu Ming was immediately relieved of a great burden: "Thank you Martial Uncle, thank you Martial Uncle!"

However, Mu Qing, who had received the slap, had a strange look on his face as he looked at the white robed cultivator, and was extremely disdainful of the white robed cultivator's arrogant way of speaking. Although he did not dare to directly clash with the man, he still muttered: "Even more? Hmph, you're not that much older than me either? "

Qiu Ming had heard it, so the white robed cultivator naturally heard it too.

With regards to this, Daoist Qiu Ming was even more furious. He raised his hand to once again beat Mu Qing up, "You Little Bastard, what nonsense are you muttering now?"

However, Daoist Qiu Ming's actions were actually stopped by the white robed cultivator.

"Hehe, Junior Master Qiu Ming, don't be angry, he's just a child!" The white robed man smiled as he walked in front of Mu Qing. From time to time, he would touch his own face and tease: "Little friend, in your opinion, what age do you think Poverty-stricken People is?"

Mu Qing pouted, but he did not dare reply, and only trembled as he looked at Daoist Qiu Ming.

The white robed cultivator continued to laugh, "Don't worry, just speak the truth. Is Poverty-stricken People not some man-eating monster?"

At this moment, Daoist Qiu Ming was also at the side saying unhappily, "If my Martial Uncle wants you to say so, then say it, what are you stuttering about?"

Seeing that the two of them were speaking in such a manner, Mu Qing then brazenly said: "I, I can see that your skin is tender, but you are only around twenty years old!"

Mu Qing sized up the expression of the white clothed cultivator as he spoke.

The white robed cultivator immediately laughed out loud. His expression was one of rare comfort. "Twenty years old, twenty years old, hahaha, hahaha, it's been a long time since this Poverty-stricken People had heard such a nice praise."

While speaking, the white robed cultivator's palm brushed past Mu Qing's forehead, and he looked at Mu Qing with a serious expression: "Little friend, to be honest, this year's Poverty-stricken People is already eighty-six years old. Twenty years old, that has already happened many, many years ago!"

"This, this …" Mu Qing took two steps back and looked at the white robed man in front of him in disbelief.

He had a face that was only twenty years old, yet he said that he was over eighty years old. This was something that Mu Qing found difficult to accept. At this moment, Mu Qing only had two thoughts in his mind. The first was that the other party was bragging, and the second was that the other party was truly an eighty year old demon.

But no matter how it was possible, Mu Qing shut his lips tightly and did not say another word.

In fact, let alone Mu Qing, even the nearby Daoist Qiu Ming was extremely startled. In the entire life of the Mao Mountain, Daoist Qiu Ming had only met people from the Dao Sect inner sect twice; one was when he was young, and the other was today.

These two encounters had a span of fifty years, but Daoist Qiu Ming still remembered this Martial Uncle of his, as if he was like this fifty years ago, as if he would never grow old. This made Qiu Ming feel a trace of jealousy for no reason.

Ignoring the complicated feelings in Qiu Ming's heart, the white-clothed Taoist slightly straightened his body and said to Mu Qing, "Alright, little friend, now doesn't seem to be a question of how old Poverty-stricken People is. Poverty-stricken People's previous question, you still haven't answered it? "1

"Your question from before?" Mu Qing was confused, he had almost forgotten about the demons.

The white-clothed cultivator gave a smile that was not a smile, and said with a trace of strange light in his eyes: "Little friend, you said that you saw a demon in the bamboo forest of Mao Mountain, is that true?"

As he asked, his face suddenly became serious and serious. The two cold glints in his eyes made it so that ordinary people like Mu Qing didn't dare to look at him in the face.

Mu Qing jumped in fright, and after staring blankly for a long while, he said, "Yes, it's true, it's completely true. We-we not only saw the demons, we even saw a person dead?"

"Tell me the details!" The white-robed Daoist frowned as he spoke.

Mu Qing did not dare to be rash again, and told everything he saw in the forest to the white robed cultivator in front of him once more.

The white robed cultivator's expression instantly became strange. "A fox face with a tail. He should be a Demon Fox with three to five tails." This kind of Demon Fox is mostly Earth Elemental or even a greater demon of Sky Origin Stage, what is she doing here in Mao Mountain? "

After muttering to himself for a while, the white-clothed cultivator asked Mu Qing again, "Where did you see her? Do you know where she went after that?"

"We, we met her in the dense forest halfway up the mountain. After that, I didn't know where she went … "

The white-clothed cultivator's face immediately darkened. "The dense forest halfway up the mountain seems to be the location of the Mao Mountain protective formation …"

As he spoke, the white-clothed cultivator seemed to have thought of something and exclaimed, "Not good, it's very likely that this monster's target is the Mao Mountain Inner Court!"

As he spoke, a golden light appeared in the eyes of the white-robed Daoist, along with numerous killing intents.

The purple-clothed girl who was currently in the palace at the back of the Mao Mountain had not expected that the majority of the eastern Dao Sect sects would all gather in this session of the Mao Mountain. What was even more unexpected was that her small mischief had actually exposed her whereabouts, thus opening the curtain on the second battle of the Mao Mountain, the Human-Demon Conclave.

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