Faced with such ethereal things as murderous aura and power, Jiu Mao's soul was not afraid at all. Instead, it looked at Su Qinghe with a playful look.

Su Qinghe couldn't stand this kind of look. He couldn't figure it out. The Jiu Mao in front of him was just a super newcomer who couldn't be newer. Why on earth could she look at her with such contempt and teasing eyes?

Himself? What does she rely on?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Su Qinghe was full of energy. Although he was targeting Jiu Mao and Ming Kui and Mu Xi behind her, because of Jiu Mao's presence, neither Ming Kui nor Ming Kui felt much pressure.

On the contrary, Feng Lian and others who were watching around felt a huge pressure. Although it was not mainly aimed at them, they felt a lot of pressure, and they all had the urge to kneel down.

Like Jiu Mao, the only one who has no feelings is Fuxi who is grilling meat in the corner.

He seemed very low-key now, not taking any action or showing any intention of being intimidated.

He was wondering in his mind, what is going on with Nine Cats? She is still the same female demon cat, but why is she so innocent on weekdays?

Is she pretending? Then her acting skills must be too good.

Or maybe she has a dual personality?

Just as this idea arose, something unexpected happened again.

Su Qinghe made no secret of his murderous intention. With his strength in the Xuanjing Qingdan, it would be easy to kill a new student like Jiu Mao.

But at this time, a white figure appeared silently under the woods not far from everyone. He sat cross-legged with an antique xylophone on his legs.

Pressing the piano with both hands, the man in white said calmly: "Senior Brother Su, you are so presumptuous!"

Su Qinghe felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The green light on his body disappeared in the blink of an eye. He turned to look at the man in white, cold sweat falling like rain.

As the saying goes, things take a turn for the better, and that's what it is like today.

A moment ago, Su Qinghe was so arrogant about what he wanted to do to Jiu Mao and the others, but now the man in white only said one sentence, but it was so frightening that he was sweating profusely and could not speak at all.

"J-Junior Brother Mo, I, I was joking with the freshmen." Su Qinghe was sweating profusely and his mind was racing, but in the end, he still only came up with such a lame excuse to respond to the situation.

The person who came was none other than Mo Zishang. Mo Zishang was a disciple of the inner courtyard. Although Su Qinghe was his senior brother and was more than twenty years older than Mo Zishang, how could he, a senior brother of the Qing 1st level of Xuanjing, dare to stand against Mo Zishang, who was in the 7th level of Bai Bai?

Are you putting up a show in front of Zishang?

Absolute strength determines status. Even with the support of his senior brother, Su Qinghe did not dare to challenge Mo Zishang.
Chapter completed!