"Mo Han has met Master Lin Cheng!"
Mo Han took a step forward and saluted Lin Cheng with a flattering look on his face.
"Hahaha... I heard from Uncle Mo that you also have eighth-level spiritual roots. As long as you practice well, you will have a good future!"
Looking at Mo Han, Lin Cheng said with a smile.
"Thank you, Master Lin Cheng, for your compliment!"
Hearing this, Mo Han's face was full of smiles, but when he turned his head to look at Mo Wentian, the look in Mo Han's eyes instantly turned cold.
"Master Lin Cheng is here to find Qingcheng?"
Mo Han seemed to remember something and suddenly asked.
"That's right!"
Lin Cheng said softly.
"Qingcheng, Master Lin Cheng is here, come here quickly!"
Mo Han shouted coldly at Mo Qingcheng.
"oh!"
Mo Qingcheng looked a little dazed. He stood up from his seat, bowed slightly to Lin Cheng and said, "Mo Qingcheng has met Master Lin Cheng!"
"good very good!"
See Mo Qingcheng.
Lin Cheng's eyes were filled with admiration.
The Mo Qingcheng in front of her was graceful and graceful, with a slender face. At first glance, she was indeed stunning.
"Hahaha... As long as nephew Lin Cheng is satisfied, please take your seats!"
Mo Yizhan laughed loudly and pointed to a few seats.
"Dad, you have to take care of this. The rules in our Mo family are very strict. Not everyone can enter this place to participate in the banquet. Let alone some people who are first-class spiritual waste!"
"Now you dare to sit in the eldest lady's seat. This is simply lawless!"
At this moment, Mo Han suddenly shouted with anger on his face.
"Trash with first-class spiritual roots?"
"Lawless?"
Mo Wentian sat on the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip, but Mo Tianxiao next to him frowned deeply.
Mo Wentian's situation in the Mo family.
It was worse than he imagined!
"Wentian, is this seat not suitable for you?"
Hearing Mo Han's words, Mo Yizhan's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.
"Is this Mo Wentian?"
Hearing Mo Yizhan's words, Lin Cheng seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He took a step forward, looked at Mo Wentian and said with a big smile: "It turns out that this person is the number one loser of the Mo family. Lin Cheng can see it. What a blessing!”
"Hmph... This loser has simply disgraced my Mo family!"
"It's such a disgrace that it was thrown outside. I really don't know how this loser has the dignity to sit here!"
"If it were me, I would have loaded myself up a long time ago!"
…
There was a sound of ridicule in the hall.
"Who is your Excellency? When did a mad dog come to my Mo family!"
Just when everyone thought Mo Wentian didn't dare to speak out.
An indifferent voice suddenly came out of Mo Wentian's mouth.
"Mad dog?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Lin Cheng's expression instantly became distorted.
"Mo Wentian, you are just a first-class spiritual waste. Young Master Lin Cheng is a distinguished guest of my Mo family. You humiliate an honored guest like this. You are simply reckless!"
Before Lin Cheng could speak, Mo Han suddenly stood up and said coldly.
"waste?"
"Mo Han, who do you think is a waste?"
At this moment, an extremely cold voice suddenly came, followed by an extremely sharp sword energy, which swept across the hall.
Everyone felt a chill all over their bodies, and their eyes were filled with shock.
"Tianxiao..."
Mo Han's expression froze slightly, and then he seemed to remember something, and shouted loudly: "Mo Wentian is just a first-class spiritual root, what is it if it's not trash?"
"Forget about the first-class spiritual roots, now he has occupied three red fruits of my Mo family and offended the enemy. He is the broom star of my Mo family!"
"trouble marker!"
These three words made Mo Wentian's eyes flash with an extremely terrifying murderous aura.
What a shameless Mo family.
When did the three red fruits become the Mo family's
When Mo Wentian risked his life to seize Zhu Guo, where was the Mo family? Now that they have obtained Zhu Guo, the Mo family claims that it belongs to their Mo family. This shame is simply thicker than cowhide!
"Mo Han, you think I won't dare to touch you with the support of the Lin family. If you dare to touch Wentian, I will cut you into pieces!"
Looking at Mo Han, Mo Tianxiao's eyes surged with murderous intent.
"Tianxiao!"
Seeing the angry Mo Tianxiao, Mo Wentian was slightly moved. Then he stood up and patted Mo Tianxiao on the shoulder and said, "Leave this matter to me!"
"here you are?"
Mo Tianxiao paused for a moment, and then he seemed to notice something. Mo Tianxiao's pupils suddenly shrank violently.
"Hahaha... Good boy, I knew you wouldn't let me down!"
Mo Tianxiao looked at Mo Wentian with a big smile on his face.
"Will not disappoint you?"
Mo Wentian smiled slightly, and then said to himself: "Not only will I not let you down, I will not let them down either!"
A hint of murderous intent.
Passed through Mo Wentian's eyes!
Then his eyes suddenly fell on Mo Han. Looking at Mo Han in front of him, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up with a hint of disdain.
"Mo Han, do you think I'm a waste?"
Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han and asked indifferently.
"You are nothing but trash. With first-class spiritual roots, you will never become a swordsman in the Lijian Realm. Do you still think you are a genius?"
Mo Han looked at Mo Wentian and said with a mocking look on his face.
"Hahaha... It's really ridiculous. With a small eighth-level spiritual root, what qualifications do you have to say that I am Mo Wentian and that I am a waste? That's because you are a frog in the well!"
Mo Wentian suddenly laughed and took a step forward. Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han, and a frightening light suddenly rose in his eyes.
"You guys like ants don't know how big the world is!"
An indifferent voice sounded.
at this moment.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body changed drastically, and that frail figure seemed to have turned into a supreme sword master at this moment. Under a pair of cold eyes, Mo Han couldn't help but take a few steps back!
"you… "
Mo Han's face was full of surprise.
"What are you, you are also an eighth-level spiritual root, but you kneel down and lick others. Your sword way is just a slave way. Even if you become the Sword Emperor, you are just a lowly slave!"
Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han with menacing eyes.
"good!"
Mo Tianxiao stood up, his eyes shining.
Then he looked at Mo Yizhan and said: "Master Mo, I, Mo Tianxiao, want one of the sword candidates this time!"
"What? Isn't Mo Tianxiao already a disciple of the Tianjian Sect? Why does he want a Sword Master candidate? Does he still want to participate in the Sword Master Competition!"
"Could it be that it's for Mo Wentian!"
"This kid, I don't know what kind of bullshit luck he got, with a first-class spiritual root, he actually dares to participate in the sword fight!"
…
A group of people were talking about it.
"Tian Xiao, this..."
Mo Yizhan's expression condensed slightly. To put it bluntly, the battle between swordsmen is three family heads competing for the position of city lord. Each family sends three disciples, and the family that finally wins the title of swordsman.
You can get the position of city lord!
"Uncle Mo, what do you think?"
Mo Tianxiao took a step forward and asked aggressively.
"I… "
Mo Yizhan's expression flickered, and then he said: "Wentian's strength is really too low. I'm afraid sending him there will be..."
"Uncle Mo..."
"Tianxiao!"
Seeing Mo Tianxiao speak again, Mo Wentian stepped forward slightly and interrupted Mo Tianxiao's words.
"The head of the Mo family is actually a candidate for the sword, so he must be able to participate in the competition for the sword as long as his strength is reached, right?"
Looking at Mo Yizhan, Mo Wentian suddenly asked with a smile.
"That's right!"
Mo Yizhan nodded slightly.