The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang finally squeezed out from the crowd, and he was extremely speechless.

"I heard that there used to be a field of wintersweet here, and for some unknown reason, peach blossoms were planted all over the mountains and plains. Every spring, the peach blossoms here will bloom. The peach blossoms indicate lovesickness. There are also many beauties and couples you invited to come back here to make a lifelong promise. promise!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao looked around and told Mo Yang the origin of Peach Mountain.

Mo Yang looked around silently, feeling dazed for a while, and several faces could not help but appear in his mind.

Now that he is in this wilderness, he still doesn't know when he can go back. He is worried that the birth of the ancient race will bring disaster to Xuantian Continent. Recently, whenever he thinks of Yu Yao, he always feels a sense of fear in his heart.

"Why are you in such a daze? Let's go and take a look in front!" Zhao Xiaoxiao waved his hand in front of Mo Yang's eyes, and then dragged Mo Yang forward.

After Mo Yang came to his senses, he only sighed secretly.

Although peach blossoms are blooming all over the place, there seems to be a hint of sadness.

Not far ahead, two waves suddenly came from the front, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The grand gathering has not officially started yet, but some cultivators started fighting directly.

Zhao Xiaoxiao loves to join in the fun. When he heard the sound of fighting coming from the front, he immediately grabbed Mo Yang and rushed forward.

"Little girl, what's so interesting about two holy kings starting a fight!" Mo Yang said speechlessly.

Zhao Xiaoxiao stopped suddenly, looked at Mo Yang suspiciously, and said, "Tell me honestly, what kind of cultivation level do you have? How do you know these are two holy kings?"

"Guess!" Mo Yang responded calmly.

At this time, the Shengzong group also came over. When passing by Mo Yang, Xu Qing suddenly stopped, glanced at Mo Yang, frowned slightly, and then said: "What do you call me, brother?"

This made Zhao Xiaoxiao freeze on the spot. Many cultivators around him also looked at Mo Yang, and many people immediately started talking.

What kind of person is Xu Qing? When he comes here, the geniuses of ordinary forces don't even have a chance to talk to him.

At this time, he actually stopped and asked a person's name!

There was also a trace of suspicion on Murong Xue's pretty face, as if she was concentrating on sensing.

Mo Yang sighed secretly, Xu Qing might have noticed that in front of such talented people, his current state of performing the Script Scroll really lacked some strength.

However, his expression was very calm. He hid his identity just to avoid getting into trouble. If it was really impossible to hide it, it would be okay.

"What's up?"

After pondering for a moment, Mo Yang deliberately showed a trace of suspicion on his face and asked.

A trace of surprise flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. There were many geniuses present, but Mo Yang could face him so calmly. Mo Yang's reaction at this time was not fake. The depths of those eyes were indeed extremely calm. There was no Any trace of waves arises.

"I always feel like I've met my brother somewhere before, and when I see him, I always feel like we've seen each other before!" A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xu Qing's mouth, and she started to explain.

Seeing Mo Yang's reaction, Zhao Xiaoxiao on the side secretly tugged on Mo Yang's sleeve.

She was speechless to the extreme. Normally Mo Yang would pretend to be cold, but now, if he could make friends with such a monster, the benefits would undoubtedly be huge.

But Mo Yang didn't understand at all. His face looked as if someone owed him money, and he kept a straight face.

"You must have seen it wrong!" Mo Yang shook his head slightly.

Xu Qing frowned slightly, but did not show any embarrassment. He smiled and said: "I think your brother is extraordinary, but I have never seen him before. I wonder where he comes from?"

He couldn't tell what it was like, but when he saw Mo Yang, he always felt that there was a familiar aura about Mo Yang. Even Murong Xue felt this way, but the face in front of him was too unfamiliar.

"I'm from Beicang!" Mo Yang said.

Xu Qing nodded slightly, glanced at Zhao Xiaoxiao beside him, frowned slightly, then looked at Mo Yang up and down, smiled, and said: "Beicang is a good place!"

After saying this, he didn't stop, turned around and continued walking forward.

From the beginning to the end, the expression on Mo Yang's face did not change at all, and he was very calm.

But Mo Yang could also tell that there seemed to be something in Xu Qing's words, but he was too lazy to figure it out.

Because if his identity cannot be concealed, then it will not be concealed.

Watching Xu Qing and Murong Xue leave, the pedestrians around were still looking at Mo Yang, and many people were talking in low voices.

Zhao Xiaoxiao came back from his daze and pinched Mo Yang's waist hard, causing Mo Yang to grimace his teeth in pain.

"You idiot, what a great opportunity you had just now, what do you mean with such a straight face? That was Xu Qing, the monster of the Holy Sect. What a great opportunity to make friends, but you didn't seize it!" Zhao Xiaoxiao said with a bit of hatred for iron. .

Mo Yang looked calm and said: "No matter who he is, let alone the genius of the Holy Sect, even if the leader of the Holy Sect comes here, I will talk to him if he wants to, and I will ignore him if he doesn't!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao was too lazy to say anything to Mo Yang, turned around and walked forward.

In the square on a hilltop ahead, two young men were fighting. These were two holy kings. Although it seemed very fierce, they each controlled their strength, because if they let go and fight, the place would be destroyed at every turn.

At the same time, in front, a young man from the Holy Sect frowned and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Xu, who is that person?"

A smile appeared on Xu Qing's lips and she said, "Maybe I don't know him, maybe he is an old friend!"

While speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Murong Xue. At this time, Murong Xue sent a voice message and asked: "Senior brother, is it really him!"

"The breath is somewhat familiar, but it's different... We can't be sure yet. If we want to be sure, we have to find a way to get him to take action!" Xu Qing responded via voice transmission.

"That man has a weird temperament, and if he is really from the Tiandao Sect, if he is angered, wouldn't it be..." Murong Xue frowned.

"It doesn't matter, isn't Shi Xiaotian here too? Let's talk about it then, maybe there will be a good show to watch!"

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From their voice conversation, they obviously all thought of Mo Yang.

After about a stick of incense, the two young men in front stopped. The two were at the same level of cultivation, and the fight was considered a draw.

And because of Mo Yang's previous incident, several cultivators actually came up to chat with him, and some even wanted to make friends with him, which made Mo Yang extremely speechless.

After finally getting rid of those cultivators, Mo Yang walked alone on a winding mountain path. The breeze blew and the petals were flying. His mind gradually calmed down. He watched the vegetation in the world come and go, and the flowers bloom and fall, just like a person's life. He seemed to have some realization in his mind.