Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 38: Slave way!

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"Mo Han has seen Master Lin Cheng!"

Mo Han stepped forward and bowed to Lin Cheng with a flattering face.

"Hahaha... I heard from Uncle Mo that you also have eight 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 and looked at Mo Wentian, the look in Mo Han's eyes instantly became gloomy.

"Master Lin Cheng is here this time, but is he here to look for Qingcheng?"

Mo Han seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked.

"Yes!"

Lin Cheng said softly.

"Qingcheng, Master Lin Cheng is here, don't come here soon!"

Mo Han gave a cold drink to Mo Qingcheng.

"Oh!"

Mo Qingcheng looked dazed, stood up from his seat, and bowed to Lin Cheng slightly: "Mo Qingcheng has seen Master Lin Cheng!"

"Good, great!"

See Mo Qingcheng.

Lin Cheng's eyes are full of admiration.

Mo Qingcheng in front of him was graceful and graceful, with a thin face from Emei. At first glance, he was truly stunning.

"Hahaha...Lin Cheng's nephew is satisfied, please take your seat!"

Mo Yizhan laughed and pointed to a few seats.

"Father, you have to take care of this. The rules in my Mo family are strict, but not everyone can enter here to participate in the banquet. Some people are first-class spiritual roots, let alone!"

"Now that I still dare to sit in the position of the eldest, it is simply lawless!"

At this moment, Mo Han suddenly shouted angrily.

"First-class spiritual root waste?"

"Lawlessness?"

Mo Wentian sat on the table and took a sip from his teacup, but Mo Tianxiao next to him frowned deeply.

Mo Wentian's situation in Mo's house.

It's worse than he thought!

"Wen Tian, ​​this position is not something you can sit in?"

Hearing Mo Han's words, Mo Yizhan's eyes flashed, and he said solemnly.

"This is Mo Wentian?"

Hearing Mo Yizhan’s words, Lin Cheng seemed to be ready for a long time. He stepped forward and looked at Mo Wentian and laughed: “It turns out that this is the first waste of the Mo family. Lin Cheng can I am really lucky to see it!"

"Huh...this **** simply loses the face of my Mo family!"

"I lost my face outside, I really don't know what kind of face this trash has to sit here!"

"If it were me, I would have uploaded myself!"

……

In the lobby, there was a sound of mockery.

"Who is your Excellency? When did a crazy dog ​​come in my Mo family!"

Just when everyone thought Mo Wentian was afraid to speak up.

A indifferent voice suddenly came out of Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Mad Dog?"

Everyone was slightly dazed, and Lin Cheng's expression instantly became distorted.

"Mo Wentian, you are just a **** of first-class spiritual roots. Master Lin Cheng is a guest of my Mo family. You are so humiliating the distinguished guest, you are simply reckless!"

Lin Cheng hadn't spoken yet, Mo Han suddenly stood up and said coldly.

"Waste?"

"Mo Han, who do you say is waste?"

At this moment, a voice of extremely cold air suddenly came, and then there was an extremely sharp sword air that swept across the hall.

Everyone only felt chilly, and their eyes were full of surprise.

"Tianxiao..."

Mo Han's expression was slightly stiff, and then he seemed to think of something, and shouted loudly: "Mo Wentian is just a first-class spiritual root, not what is waste?"

"Just wait for the spirit root, now I still occupy the three Zhu Guos of my Mo family, and offend the enemy, he is the broom star of my Mo family!"

"Broom Star!"

The three words made Mo Wentian's eyes pass a terrifying murderous look.

The shameless Mo family.

When did the three Zhu Guos belong to the Mo family?

When he Mo Wentian risked his life to take Zhu Guo, where was the Mo family? Now that he got Zhu Guo, the Mo family said it belonged to the Mo family. His face was thicker than cowhide!

"Mo Han, you think I have the Lin family to support you, I dare not move you, if you dare to ask the sky, I will break your body!"

Looking at Mo Han, the murderous intent in Mo Tianxiao's eyes skyrocketed.

"Tianxiao!"

Seeing the angry Mo Tianxiao, Mo Wentian was slightly moved, and he stood up and patted Mo Tianxiao on the shoulder and said, "Leave this to me!"

"Give it to you?"

Mo Tianxiao paused for a while, and then seemed to have discovered something. Mo Tianxiao's pupils suddenly shrank sharply.

"Hahaha...Good boy, I knew you would not let me down!"

Mo Tianxiao looked at Mo Wentian and laughed.

"Will you be disappointed?"

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, then whispered to himself: "Not only will I not let you down, I won't let them down!"

A murderous look.

Passing through Mo Wentian's eyes!

Immediately, his eyes fell on Mo Han's body, and when he looked at Mo Han in front of him, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth slightly aroused disdain.

"Mo Han, do you say I am a waste?"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han and asked indifferently.

"You are not a trash, what is it, you will never become a swordsman out of the sword realm once you have a spiritual root, don't you think you are a genius?"

Mo Han looked at Mo Wentian with a mocking expression on his face.

"Hahaha...It's ridiculous, the little eighth-class spirit roots, what right do you have to assert that I'm a trash, and that I am a frog at the bottom of the well!"

Mo Wentian suddenly laughed, and took a step forward. Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han, and a frightening light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"The generation of ants, how do you know how big the world is!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

At this moment.

The aura on Mo Wentian's body changed drastically, that thin figure seemed to have become the supreme kendo master at this moment. Under his cold eyes, Mo Han couldn't help but step back several steps!

"You..."

Mo Han looked suspicious.

"You and you are the same eight-class spiritual roots, but you kneel and lick others. Your kendo is just a slavery. Even if you become the sword emperor, you are just a lowly slave!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han with aggressive eyes.

"Good!"

Mo Tianxiao stood up, eyes shining brightly.

Immediately watched Mo Yi fight and said: "Mo Patriarch, this time the candidate for the sword, I want one Mo Tianxiao!"

"What? Isn't Mo Tianxiao already a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect? What else does he want to be a candidate for the sword? Does he still want to participate in the sword battle!"

"Could it be for Mo Wentian!"

"This kid, I really don't know what kind of **** luck he has gone, he even dares to participate in the sword fight even after his spiritual roots!"

……

A group of people talked.

"Tianxiao, this..."

Mo Yizhan's expression was slightly condensed, the sword fight, to put it bluntly, was three Patriarchs vying for the seat of the city lord, each family sent three disciples, and finally won the title of swordsman.

Get the seat of the city lord!

"Uncle Mo, what do you think?"

Mo Tianxiao stepped forward and asked aggressively.

"I..."

Mo Yizhan's expression flickered, and then he said: "Wentian's strength is too low. Send him, I am afraid..."

"Uncle Mo..."

"Tianxiao!"

Looking at Mo Tianxiao speaking again, Mo Wentian stepped forward slightly, interrupting Mo Tianxiao.

"House Master Mo, turned out to be a candidate for Jianzi, so as long as the strength is reached, he can participate in the fight for Jianzi, right?"

Watching Mo Yi fight, Mo Wentian suddenly smiled and asked.

"Yes!"

Mo Yizhan nodded slightly.