"Mo Qingqiu? Lord Zuo, don't you really think that we can kill an envoy just by ourselves? " The tall old man's face slightly changed and said to Zuo Hongan, his eyes also showed some anger.

When Zuo Hongan summoned them to come, he only said that he wanted to deal with a few powerful young descendants, but he didn't mention Mo Qingqiu at all. Although they have good strength and are well-known in Wuji holy heaven, they still have self-knowledge. Let them kill Mo Qingqiu in front of him, or even kill him himself. Isn't that to let them die?

"Don't worry about it, master Weng. I've already sent someone to find out. There are two roe owls. They were seriously injured by Mo Qingqiu and fled. As soon as they entered the vast mountains, they fled separately. Mo Qingqiu chased one of them by himself, Gu Fenghua and others chased the other, while Qing fan stayed in Yunyuan city and led the strong men to kill the purple spirit beast. As for Gu Fenghua and the younger generation of changfengzong, if so many of us join hands, I'm afraid we can't get rid of them? " Seeing what he was worried about, Zuo Hongan said with a clear mind.

He made a clear inquiry about Yunyuan City, but missed one thing. Qin Haofang and other disciples of Changfeng sect did not stay with Gu Fenghua, and they also stayed in Yunyuan city. It's no wonder that all the people who rush to Yunyuan city at this time are the top leaders of each sect. Who will pay attention to the descendants of the sect who haven't arrived yet? It's normal that the news is a little bad.

"If the news from Zuozhong is correct and just a few young descendants, why should Zuozhong take the initiative and give it to us, the three saints of Moyun?" On hearing this, the tall old man immediately put down his heart and said with a proud face.

"Yes, if the younger generation can't deal with it, how can we meet people?" Another dignified old man also said gallantly.

"Master Zuo, you don't have to pay attention to this matter. We'll give it to the three saints of Moyun, but the price is..." the thin old man beside him laughed twice, twisted his fingers and said with a philistine face.

Of course, the Philistine belongs to the Philistine, and he looks as confident as the other two.

In fact, the three saints of Moyun are not disciples of the sect, but scattered practitioners. Although their fame can't be compared with those of the sect, when it comes to strength, those who are famous in the world may not be much better than them.

They have been living in seclusion in Mount Moyun for many years, claiming to be the three saints of Moyun. The tall and ruddy old man was named Weng Yuanming. He was the oldest and the most powerful. He was the eldest of the three. He was called the Lord of Moyun mountain by outsiders. The dignified one is the second named Yao Wenshan. The thin one with a philistine face is the third named Zeng Ningan.

They had been living in seclusion for many years. They had nothing to do with the world. One day, they suddenly had a fever in their head. They wanted to build their own clan and become addicted to the founder. However, at the beginning, they found that the establishment of Kaizong school was far from as simple as they thought. It took a lot of resources to establish the mountain gate, arrange the gathering spirit array and protect the clan array. It also needed resources to cultivate the resources, collect the skills of martial arts, swordsmanship and strange arts.

To put it bluntly, I'm short of money. They used to live a life of seclusion and freedom. They didn't know how poor they were until the beginning of the school. In order to raise money, they racked their brains. But after living in seclusion for so many years, they didn't know how to make money. In the end, they had to take people's money, help people to eliminate disasters, and help people do some shady business - only this is the quickest and simplest way to get money.