Chapter 422: Lack of Emotional Intelligence, Mo Yun

Chen Qingyun and his group were scheming this and that here; as for that, Qi Xiong and his group naturally knew nothing at all.

After finding a suitable place and setting up the Spirit City, Yu Mo summoned Zhang Tianzhen.

Supreme Elder.

Go set up a few formations; don't let those flies in the dark learn the secret of our Dao Yi Sect.

Hearing this, Zhang Tianzhen instantly understood, nodded and replied.

Yes.

Qi Xiong arranged two Shèngjìng Elders to monitor in secret, and even to prevent Yu Mo's trio from discovering them, he had them stay not too close.

But they still managed to hide from Yu Mo's trio's eyes.

It's just that they had no intention of attacking; using formations to isolate them would suffice.

Soon, several formations rose around the Spirit City; the two Qing Yun Sect Shèngjìng Elders lurking in the dark, seeing this, wore bitter smiles.

Still been discovered.

There's nothing to be done; after all, the other side is a Great Saint Realm existence.

Forget it, continue monitoring.

Being isolated by formations isn't a problem; as long as we can detect the Dao Yi Sect's sudden movements immediately.

The Qing Yun Sect was extremely cautious, on high alert.

On the other side, upon hearing that Qi Xiong and his group had arrived, Mo Yun also hurriedly rushed to the outskirts.

Senior Brother, why aren't you entering the city? I... holy shit, Martial Uncle...

Just as he entered the door, Mo Yun was stunned again; why are all three Martial Uncles here?

Looking at the dazed Mo Yun, Qi Xiong said with a smile.

Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?

No, Martial Uncles, why are you here?

Just came out to travel a bit.

Hearing that, Yu Mo casually replied, but Mo Yun showed worry on his face.

Martial Uncles, do you not want to live?

Huh?

No, I mean, what are you Martial Uncles traveling for, you're about to die...

Huh?

No, I mean, at your age, you Martial Uncles don't have many good years left; you should rest properly, coming out...

Huh?

I I I...........

Every word Mo Yun said made Yu Mo's trio displeased; seeing them narrow their eyes, he grew nervous, and the more nervous he got, the less he could speak.

In the end, Qi Xiong interrupted.

Alright, alright, don't worry about the Martial Uncles' affairs; why did you come rushing over? Anything wrong?

Ah, nothing much, just the Qing Yun Sect...

It's fine; just don't provoke them.

Looking at Qi Xiong's relaxed expression, Mo Yun was somewhat at a loss.

Their forefathers have all emerged from seclusion, yet in the end nothing happened? Nothing at all occurred?

Not Shī xiōng, I feel something's off; their hidden strengths have all emerged, a big battle is inevitable.

Otherwise, we'd have to fight to the death with at least one of those three Martial Uncles; otherwise, what's the point of the two forefathers of the Qing Yun Sect emerging?

Upon hearing that, Yu Mo's trio's faces darkened; what the hell, do we have to fight to the death with one of us? Do you really want our three old geezers dead?

Even Qi Xiong had a Black Line on his face.

Isn't it good that nothing happened? Or do you, Junior Brother, think we must have a big battle?

I don't mean that; I mean, look, Senior Brother you've arrived, and Chen Qingyu has also come, both being Sect Masters; as the saying goes, enemies meeting are especially hostile, why don't you two do something?

What would I do? As fellow members of the Four Great Sects, we value harmony—what's the problem?

No, Shī xiōng, you back then had something with Chen Qingyu's aunt...

Shut up.

Seeing Mo Yun bring this up, Qi Xiong's old face instantly reddened, and he shouted angrily.

He hastily closed his mouth, but after a pause, he still couldn't help muttering.

I'm stating facts; Shī xiōng, you're like this, now that we've met, there's no reason not to act, especially since both sides' forefathers have emerged—this not fighting makes no sense.

What are you saying?

Nothing, I didn't say anything.

Seeing Qi Xiong being made anxious by Mo Yun's words, Hong Zun and the others remained calm, with an expression of being used to it.

Among the many fellow martial brothers, Hong Zun is the one who gives Qi Xiong the most headache; Mo Yun is naturally unable to speak.

Alright, if there's nothing, just go back; we'll naturally come when the poetry meeting starts.

Come to mess with the Qing Yun Sect?

I'll fuck, I said don't cause trouble.

Oh, but I still think that since we've met, not fighting is always...

Get lost.

This fucking always wants to fight, fight; can't you just stay calm and peaceful? Do you have to fight, are you a flat-head brother?

Seeing that Qi Xiong was really annoyed, Mo Yun didn't dare say more; just then he saw Hong Zun chuckling below and Wang Tieshu beside him, and instantly his face lit up with surprise.

Shī xiōng, you guys are finally together—I said it, you and Elder Wang are a perfect match, sooner or later you'll be together, see I was right?

The smile on his face froze instantly, fuck me.

On the other hand, Wang Tieshu, hearing this, laughed in a wild and unrestrained way.

Actually, Elder Wang, aside from being a bit ugly, you're still quite a match for my Shī xiōng—not exactly marrying up.

Wang Tieshu's smile vanished.

Capture Dragon junior brother is here too, your face............

Shī xiōng.

Is your makeup caked?

Capture Dragon's smile vanished.

Huh, this isn't Abbot Juexin,............

Amitabha.

You're not dead yet? Last time Senior Brother said, once you old bald donkeys die, my Dao Yi Sect will just flatten Dongzhou Fomen.

Abbot Juexin and the others' smiles vanished.

Shut the fuck up.

As Mo Yun went on saying that, the atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely awkward.

Junior brother, if you can't speak, say less.

Hong Zun gritted his teeth and said; hearing that, Mo Yun nodded in agreement.

Yeah, compared to my Shī xiōng, I really am tongue-tied; otherwise I wouldn't even have managed to snag a woman like Elder Wang.

Give me my sword.

Hong Zun really couldn't take it anymore; why the hell did this guy grow a mouth?

Junior brother, if it's nothing, head back early.

Oh.

Qi Xiong could no longer say anything; every time it's like this, although he knows Mo Yun didn't mean it, it's just his nature, but damn he can't help getting angry.

After finally driving Mo Yun away, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was almost time for the dry meal, and the earlier unpleasantness was quickly forgotten.

What they didn't know was that Mo Yun, who was about to leave, had just stepped out of the courtyard when he happened to run into Li Dazui walking toward him.

Seeing Li Dazui, Mo Yun's expression changed, and Li Dazui also looked at Mo Yun curiously.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, Mo Yun suddenly called out to Li Dazui.

Wait a moment.

Disciple greets Peak Master Mo.

Hmm, you............

Peak Master, is there something you need?

Nobody's ever told you your mouth is really big, huh?

Huh???

Li Dazui had a Black Line—how can you chat like that, damn it—but since he's the Peak Master, he could only force a smile.

This........ disciple was born like this, there's nothing to be done.

Oh, then your mother probably doesn't like you much, after all your mouth is so big.

I fuck............