When Deng Jiuling stepped off the helicopter, he immediately felt that sharp gazes came from all directions, like a tide.
"Master Mo Liancheng, why hasn't he returned?"
"Grass, this poor boy can leave the snow-covered plateau alive?"
"My God, it's the last moment. The four major direct descendants of the Mo family didn't even show up?"
These Mo family disciples at the gate of the valley were whispering and talking.
"I thought it was Mo Liancheng's thing that helped me out. It seems that I was thinking too much." Deng Jiuling's eyes condensed, and he secretly relieved.
Before coming to the Tongtian River Basin, although Deng Jiuling knew that the Mo family was very powerful, he did not have a specific concept.
After going through the chase of the Baimei ancestor, Deng Jiuling finally understood how awesome the Mo family was.
There are three hundred and sixty islands under the command of the Mo family, and every island has Ge Lao in charge!
Even if not all patrons are qualified to be called "ancestors".
But for someone like Baimei Patriarch, Deng Jiuling would have to kneel as long as the Mo family had three or five.
Deng Jiuling is conceived with the magic of the four seas, and he can draw the sword, and when necessary, he can forcibly improve his martial arts cultivation.
But even so, Deng Jiuling fought with the ancestor Baimei, and the outcome was only five to five.
If there are more Consummation Grandmasters, Deng Jiuling doesn't need to fight, and can only choose to escape.
But the problem is that Deng Jiuling can carry away, Mo Fei, Mo Wu, and Mo Ruxue, how can these three escape
Putting aside his women, friends, and brothers, and running away alone, this kind of inferior thing, Deng Jiuling asked himself that he couldn't do it.
"As long as Mo Fei can resist the inheritance sequence, then I will be the elder of Mo family Keqing, and I will be able to obtain the'Millennium Purple Bamboo Sword Flower' and officially enter the realm of Dacheng Grandmaster!"
"At that time, even if the Mo Family and I turn our faces, we don't need to worry so much!" Deng Jiuling thought secretly as he stepped on the snow and walked all the way.
Soon, Mo Wu's beautiful shadow also walked out of the helicopter.
"Grass, Deng Jiuling is so compelled that he and Ms. Mo Wu are on the same helicopter?"
"Paralled, this damn foreign countryman, luck is really great, right? I actually met the eldest lady who was alone!"
"Miss Mo Wu is so beautiful, if I can squeeze her weak and boneless hands, even if I die immediately, my life will be worth it."
There was a commotion among the teenagers, and they all looked at Deng Jiuling angrily.
"If you know that the goddess in your heart has been slept twice by brother, I wonder if you will have a mental breakdown?" This funny thought suddenly appeared in Deng Jiuling's heart.
Deng Jiuling glanced at Mo Wu and found that the girl had recovered from her high coldness again, raising her white neck, proudly like a peacock.
As if she could feel Deng Jiuling's smile, Mo Wu suddenly thought of the madness of the small hut and her own initiative in the pool, her face turned red all at once, and she couldn't help but give Deng Jiuling a fierce look.
This scene fell in the eyes of the young people, and immediately caused another wailing.
Rumble!
A helicopter suddenly rolled from behind.
A majestic and old voice resounded across the audience in an instant: "Quiet!"
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Tianshuang and the Great Elder walked out of the helicopter.
"This battle in the snow-covered plateau took a total of seven days. Now that the time has come, those disciples who failed to rush back in time have already lost the qualification to continue the assessment."
Caressing his white beard, Mo Tianshuang said loudly, "Given everyone present, none of them have gotten the Ancient Scrolls."
"So based on the discussion in our Mok Patriarchal Association, we decided to qualify for the'draw the sword' this time. Everyone present has the qualification."
"In other words, everyone present can be regarded as successful in the second level assessment!"
Boom!
When Mo Tianshuang said this, the audience was shaken.
"God, we losers, there is still a chance to resurrect on the spot?"
"Haha, Brother Xinchun will live forever. Fortunately, I brought a picture of Brother Chun."
There was a commotion among the teenagers, and they all felt good.
"Island owner, this... Isn't it good?" The elder black robe walked over and frowned.
This white-robed elder was not a member of Tianshuang Island, but a direct descendant of the Mo family. He was dispatched directly from the Tongtian Island Law Enforcement Hall to Tianshuang Island, who was specifically responsible for guarding the "Qinglong Yanyue Dao" powerhouse.
Elder Baipao is the seventh-rank Dacheng Grandmaster!
On the high status of the Mohist school, the status of the elders in the white robe is even higher than that of the elders Tianshuang.
"Elder Bai, this is the opinion of the Presbyterian Church. This is a signed document." Mo Tianshuang handed the folder to Elder Bai.
"Sure enough, the decision of the Presbyterian Church, the old man has no objection, but the Tianshuang Valley is extremely cold. If there is not enough strength, the old man does not recommend entering the valley to draw a knife." The white beard lightly stroked the white beard, and the elder said solemnly.
"My son still doesn't believe it!" As soon as the voice fell, a young man with a big waist and a big waist, his temples bulged high, strode toward the valley with meteors.
It was just that the boy had just stepped into the valley for more than ten seconds, and immediately ran out in a hurry, like a monkey burning his ass, his face fierce and a little embarrassed.
The whole body of this young man was covered with frost, even if it was far apart, it still made everyone feel cold.
In this scene, the crowd was moved.
Some of the weaker teenagers stepped back quietly and voluntarily gave up the game.
Although the Qinglong Yanyue Sword is very famous and ranks No. 1 in the Four Seas Weapon List, if it is not alive to enjoy, it has no use for eggs.
Compared with his own life, any temptation in the world is meaningless.
For a while, everyone was in awe, and no one dared to step forward anymore.
It seems that this scene had been predicted long ago, and Mo Tianshuang's majestic and old voice resounded through the sky again:
"You don't need to be afraid. In view of the sudden occurrence of this incident, with the approval of the Presbyterian Church, everyone can seek help from foreign aid."
"These foreign aids are not limited to children of foreign races. You can also invite masters of your own race."
"Of course, each participant's foreign aid can only enter the valley once."
Hum!
When Mo Tianshuang said this, the audience shook.
"It's great, you can actually invite masters of the clan!"
"I'm going to find my eldest brother!"
"I'm looking for my dad!"
All the disciples of the Mohist school were all talking and excited.
…
Mo Family, Tongtian Island.
In the Tongtian Hall. A group of majestic elders in brocade robes are arguing fiercely.
"This is only the second level of assessment. The young master Mo Liancheng has disappeared. What is this?" a black-robed old man shouted sharply.
"Elder Black, we can understand your mood, but Master Mo Jiande, didn't he also not come to the competition?" A bald elder said immediately.
"Shut up, why is it noisy? This is only the second level, why are you panicking?" A one-eyed old man suddenly spoke.
As soon as these words came out, the elders obediently shut up and stopped talking.
"Baimei, tell me, what is going on?" The one-eyed elder's sharp gaze fell on the ancestor Baimei.
"Elder, I think this matter is a bit weird."
Caressing the white beard, the ancestor with white eyebrows, sneered and said: "Although the old man's Eagle King is a beast, he is a wild and wild animal, and his strength is comparable to that of the Great Master, but he was still cut by a knife.
"This shows that in the snowy area, there must be a top expert, and it is very likely to harm Young Master Mo Liancheng."
Wow!
As soon as these words came out, the elders of the Mo family shook one after another.
"Go on!" the one-eyed old man said coldly.
"Elder, I think Young Master Mo Jiande, I'm afraid he was killed too!" The ancestor Baimei said coldly.
"Bold, who is so hateful, dare to harm the two direct descendants!"
"Unreasonable, I want to know who this person is, there must be no other people!"
The elders talked and furious.
"Quiet!" The majestic voice of the one-eyed elder resounded through the audience again.
As soon as the voice fell, the elders were silent.
"White Eyebrow, what should you do next in your opinion?" The one-eyed elder frowned and said.
"Open the test places for the battle of inheritance, so that more direct descendants can directly airborne the competition." Elder Baimei said in a deep voice.
"Seconded!"
"Seconded!"
…
"Seconded!"
After pondering for a moment, the elders nodded and agreed.
…
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset is west.
Outside the Tianshuang Valley, heads of people were surging, and the Mo family's children stood full.
Mo Wu is slim, standing alone on a large rock, like a proud peacock.
Behind Mo Wu, followed by a majestic old man, low-key and mysterious.
"Deng Jiuling, this is the knife slave of our direct line. If you lose in this level, you can't marry me." Mo Wu transmitted secretly, looking provocatively at Deng Jiuling.
"Little bitch, don't worry, I will definitely marry you." Deng Jiuling shrugged, and the voice of the abuse was secret.
Naturally, Deng Jiuling did not scold the ink dance, but hinted that in some respects, the ink dance was too open and hot.
"Huh, I am a little bitch. If you have the ability, you will defeat the slave slave. I promise to make you feel like a fairy in the night, and you will not want to leave this lady." Mo Wu raised her delicate white chin, and Mo Wu licked the sexy red Lip, said like a demonstration.
puff!
Come on, you are the eldest lady, okay
Brother can't afford to offend you, brother can afford to hide, is this all right
Deng Jiuling no longer paid attention to the ink dance, but watched everyone carefully.
The winning quota set by the Mo Family was originally intended for Mo Jiande.
However, Mo Jiande didn't come to the competition, so this infighting place was given to Mo Liancheng.
But what anyone didn't expect was that Mo Liancheng had disappeared.
by!
In the end, in desperation, the senior Mo family held an emergency meeting and temporarily revised the rules of the game.
In order not to put the eggs in a bamboo basket.
The Mo family’s direct line is ready with both hands.
The first-hand preparation is to allocate the "knife slave" to Mo Wu and become a foreign aid.
All the "slaves" of the Mohist school were master forging weapons, and they were excellent in martial arts, and dedicated their lives to weapons.
Knife slaves are those with outstanding sword skills, good at forging swords, and extremely powerful martial arts.
The comprehensive strength of the slave slave is not inferior to the elders of the Mo family, but the status is low, and the strength is empty, and it can only be a slave.
Mo Wu is equipped with sword slaves and has a high chance of winning.
But the true default candidate of the Mohist school is....