It sounded like Mr. Mo Da was praising Du Zhong, but his voice was cold. As the leader of Fangcun Mountain, the largest sect in the ancient martial arts world, he regarded himself as the authentic descendant of a famous and upright sect, and was somewhat contemptuous of Du Zhong, a casual ancient martial artist.
Du Zhong has broken through the innate realm and is an official representative, so he is qualified to be on equal footing with the five major leaders. Otherwise, Mr. Mo Da would not pay any attention to Du Zhong at all.
Feeling the arrogance in Mr. Mo Da's expression, Du Zhong smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Mo Da. Being able to represent the official team in the competition is a sign of the country's trust in me. I will continue to work hard to practice and improve myself."
Mr. Mo Da looked at Ye Feng next to Du Zhong with a gleam of lightning in his eyes: "This little brother, is he the rising star, Ye Feng, who destroyed the Earth Spirit Sect and became the leader of the Yihua Palace?"
I knew that this old guy was coming for me. He went around Brother Du and finally came back.
Ye Feng grinned: "What rising star? I am just a little country doctor. I have never seen the world and I only know how to spank others. Mr. Mo thinks too highly of me."
After saying that, Ye Feng winked at Mo Lingshan.
Hearing Ye Feng mention spanking again, Mo Lingshan's neck turned red with anger, her eyes glared, her mouth pouted and she was about to get angry again, but was stopped by a look from her great-grandfather.
It's really like bringing up something that is not related to the topic. The more Ye Feng doesn't want to mention something, the more he insists on mentioning it. Mr. Mo Da looks a little embarrassed.
He stroked his white beard, with a strange look in his eyes: "Little brother, you are so young, but your cultivation is so profound. It is admirable. However, you should know that the further you go in practicing ancient martial arts, the harder it is. Without sufficient resources and elixirs, it is difficult to make any progress even if you work hard. Brother Du, you have a deep understanding of this, right?"
Du Zhong and Ye Feng looked at each other, not knowing what Mr. Mo Da was up to. They remembered that they had once asked Fang Cun Mountain for the Heyi Pill, but the other party refused to give it to them, which caused them to be unable to improve their cultivation for decades, and they felt uncomfortable.
Although he didn't want to agree with Mr. Mo Da, there was nothing wrong with his words, so Du Zhong smiled and said, "Mr. Mo Da is right. It was because I took the Heyi Pill given by Brother Ye that I broke through the Xiantian realm. If I didn't have enough pills, it would be extremely difficult to break through the Xiantian realm."
Du Zhong felt a sense of pride. Even though you Fangcun Mountain were stingy and didn't give me the Heyi Pill, I still got the Heyi Pill and successfully broke through the Innate Realm.
Hearing Du Zhong say that Ye Feng gave him the Heyi Pill, Mr. Mo Da's expression became even more complicated. He was secretly calculating in his heart, how many Heyi Pills did Master Tian Zhen keep? This kid was willing to give away such a precious thing. Could it be that he didn't know how precious the Heyi Pill was? He looked like a smart kid, but he was unexpectedly so stupid.
Mr. Mo Da smiled and his tone became extremely tempting: "Little brother, I know you have inherited the legacy of Master Tian Zhen, and you have many natural treasures, but your power is always limited. A golden mountain will be hollowed out one day, and a man is guilty of hiding his wealth even if he is innocent. We are the number one ancient martial arts sect in Fang Cun Mountain, with a strong foundation and rich resources. If you are willing to join us and become a disciple of Fang Cun Mountain, your value will increase a hundredfold and no one will dare to mess with you. Not to mention the Heyi Pill, you can use any natural treasures in our sect, and you can learn any unique skills. I guarantee that your cultivation will be limitless."
Any ancient Chinese martial artist who wants to become a disciple of Fang Cun Mountain must go through layers of selection. It is hard to get a chance, and only one in a million can be chosen. However, Mr. Mo Da actually took the initiative to accept Ye Feng as his disciple and promised to give him all the natural treasures to help him practice. For anyone, this is an unprecedented good thing.
To others, it is indeed as lucky as winning the first prize, but Ye Feng is dismissive. Fangcun Mountain is an ancient martial arts sect with a strong heritage in China, but compared with the bloodline and heritage of the ancient gods, it is a drop in the bucket and nothing.
There was a hint of smile in Du Zhong's eyes. He watched quietly, just watching the fun without saying anything. He thought in his heart, Mr. Mo Da, you underestimated Ye Feng. Ye Feng's cultivation is no longer comparable to yours, Mr. Mo Da. You want to take him as your disciple, but I'm afraid you are not qualified.
Ye Feng smiled secretly in his heart. Mr. Mo Da really also coveted Master Tian Zhen's inheritance, but he was more civilized than Yue Zhuoqun and Taoist Chongxu. He did not fight openly or secretly, but wanted to lure Ye Feng by accepting him as a disciple.
These guys are all thousand-year-old foxes, and none of them is easy to deal with. Of course, I am not a small fish on the chopping block, but a lion hiding in the dark.
Mr. Mo Da thought Ye Feng would be moved, or at least excited. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng grinned and said, "Mr. Mo Da, you are such a good person. I think we are quite compatible. Since you want to take me as your disciple, please give me a gift. My cultivation has been stuck in a bottleneck recently and has not made any progress. Please give me ten He Yi Dan first to help me improve my skills."
Knowing that Ye Feng was teasing him, Mr. Mo Da showed a hint of disappointment.
He had a feeling that Ye Feng was a talent, and wanted to recruit him as his subordinate, and inherit Master Tian Zhen's legacy at the same time, killing two birds with one stone. However, Ye Feng did not agree.
How could he know that Ye Feng already had the blood and heritage of the ancient gods, which was not something his Fangcun Mountain could control.
He actually didn't appreciate the courtesy and his little plan failed. Mr. Mo Da was disappointed and angry. A light flashed in his eyes and a thunderous aura emanated from his body. His hair and beard moved without wind, just like a god of thunder.
"Little brother, you are such a joker. One Heyi Pill can allow an ancient warrior to break through the Xiantian realm. Let me give you ten, but I'm afraid it's hard to find ten Heyi Pills in the whole world. You might as well give me ten, and I'll let you be the head of Fangcun Mountain."
Ye Feng looked relaxed, still with a cynical look: "Hehe, OK, since you can't give me ten Heyi Pills and can't accept me as your disciple, then I will give you ten Heyi Pills, and you, the head of Fangcun Mountain, will be the boss."
This kid is really arrogant and wants to be the leader of Fangcun Mountain.
Master Tianzhen spent his entire life refining more than ten Heyi Pills and gave four to me, Fangcunshan. Where could he get so many Heyi Pills
Mr. Mo Da was furious and laughed uncontrollably. His laughter was like thunder and made the podium buzz. He flicked his large hand like a palm-leaf fan lightly and a thunderous pressure surged in all directions.
As expected of the late innate realm, the power of thunder that he exudes inadvertently gives people great pressure.
Du Zhong, who was closest to Mr. Mo Da, had a slightly changed expression and had to secretly adjust his internal strength to resist the pressure. He had just entered the Innate Realm, only one and a half realms behind him, but the difference was like heaven and earth.
Mr. Mo Da left and sat down in his seat. He glanced at Ye Feng and was secretly surprised. How could this boy be so calm and composed? Could he really have something to rely on? Ten He Yi Dan
He was shouting out a thousand impossibles and disbeliefs in his heart, but he felt vaguely uneasy.
(End of this chapter)