Lengjia, Zhongzhou...

Mo Yu frowned slightly, and a figure appeared in front of him. Could it be that something is such a coincidence?

After pondering for a few breaths, he shook his head and suppressed his mind, stood up and went to the outsider.

Anyway, let's see what they meant first.

...

"Why haven't you come yet? Let me wait here for everyone in the Leng family. The leader of the Sword Sect is too arrogant!" Leng Yuanhe spoke with a gloomy face.

"That's it! With my Leng family status, even if the Sword Sect ranks one of the forty-nine dynasties, what can it do?"

"Last time, the leader of Fubao Sect personally welcomed him outside the mountain gate."

"There is another time when people from Hanjiang Sect knew that I was visiting the Leng family. The sect leader, elder and others were waiting in the hall early."

"The Sword Sect is so arrogant!"

The hall was filled with the voices of the Leng family monks.

Jian Wuya, Jian Wusheng and others looked ugly. At this moment, a figure came from outside the hall.

The few people's expressions relaxed and rushed to meet them. If they delayed further, they would probably not be able to bear it.

"See the Sect Master!"

Mo Yu nodded and glanced at him. Seeing that the Leng family was still sitting carelessly, he had no intention of getting up at all. He moved his heart slightly, waved his hand to signal the few people to get up, walked straight to the depths of the hall and turned around to sit down, and then spoke lightly, "Where are you looking for the people from this sect?"

Jian Wuya showed a smile on his face and bowed, "Sect Master, these are the Leng family monks."

Mo said "Oh", but he still didn't mean to look at them.

Leng Yuanhe twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but snorted heavily, "I didn't expect that the Lord of the Sword Sect's eyes were so bad."

It is full of ridicule.

Mo Yu looked calm, "The people from the Leng family are so unceremonious."

"You!" Leng Yuanhe's eyes were filled with anger. He felt Leng Yuanming pulling the corner of his clothes. Then he took a deep breath and said coldly: "Today, we are here by the order of the head of the family to come to the Sword Sect to ask for a long sword, and ask the head of the Sword Sect to agree. Of course, my Leng family will also make appropriate compensation to the Sword Sect."

Seeking a sword?

Jian Wuya and others showed confusion in their eyes.

The Leng family claims to be the direct lineage of the Abi Swordsmanship, and has always been above the top... Today, the sun has come out from the west...

The Lord of the Divine Cult showed a smile and was about to get to the point.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, but he was locked in the Leng family and was paying extra attention to the Lord of the Divine Cult. Naturally, this smile failed and escaped his eyes.

Things are indeed wrong.

But there was no change on the surface, and he said lightly: "So that's it. The Leng family is not far away, and it is full of sincerity. Naturally, my Sword Sect will not be unkind."

Mo Yu paused for a moment, "Elder Wuya, please get ten long swords and give them to the Leng family."

Leng Yuanhe's face suddenly froze, and his face looked ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

He took a deep breath and said coldly: "No need! What the Leng family is asking for is the master of the Sword Sect."

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, nodded after a few breaths, "Yes."

"Ah!" Leng Yuanhe was delighted, "That's great! The Lord of the Sword Sect is so sensible that it is beyond our expectations."

"It's okay, it's just a small matter." Mo Yu waved his hand, "Elder Wuya, go and take the sword I put in the hall yesterday and give it to the Leng family."

Jian Wuya was stunned. When did the sect leader set up a sword in the hall, but soon he came to his senses. A strange look flashed in his eyes, saying that he was walking into the hall with a sound.

Everyone in the Leng family looked expectant and excited.

Soon, Jian Wuya returned and saw the long sword in his hand. The monk Leng family seemed to be hit by a blow.

This... this is the sword of the master of the Sword Sect... It is obviously the most ordinary iron sword, what a fool!

Leng Yuanhe's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he didn't understand that he was completely fooled.

He suddenly breathed heavily, stared at Mo Yu, and said word by word: "My Leng family wants the master of the Sword Sect. The sword he used to fight against the Lord of the Divine Sect on the Dao United Front Stage that day, please ask the master to get it."

Jian Wusheng's face suddenly became gloomy, and the evil spirit surged between his eyebrows. He could no longer bear the Leng family, and he burst out completely when he heard this.

"Rareless! What qualifications do you Leng's family have? Come to my Sword Sect and be arrogant! You are worthy of yours!"

"Hehe! What a sword sect, you dare to despise my Leng family so much!" Leng Yuanming smiled, "Originally, the Leng family would have to give the Sword sect some compensation, but now you won't give it any benefit. You'd better hand over this king-level divine sword, otherwise when Lord Leng Qianqiu comes to get the sword in person, things will not be so simple."

Jian Wusheng's eyes suddenly contracted.

Leng Qianqiu!

As a senior leader of the Sword Sect, he naturally knew the other party's existence.

The corners of his mouth moved, and Jian Wusheng barely spoke, "Even Leng Qianqiu, he cannot take advantage of it!"

"Random! My Lord Leng Qianqiu is a disciple of the Holy Clan ancestor. His identity is so noble! It is the glory of your Sword Sect to be able to dedicate the king-level divine sword to Lord Leng Qianqiu. Do you dare to speak so wildly, and aren't you afraid of causing a catastrophe to the Sword Sect?" Leng Yuanhe shouted loudly, looking at the appearance of the Sword Sect's people who dared not speak, and felt relieved.

Let you be arrogant! In front of Lord Leng Qianqiu, there are not a bunch of scumbags!

His eyes turned to Mo Yu. He thought he would see him in fear and anxiety, but he didn't expect that he would still have the calm face. This made Leng Yuanhe, who was full of anticipation, unable to help but feel disappointed, but he soon sneered.

It depends on how long you can last!

"The Lord of the Sword Sect, take the sword."

Mo Yu was silent for a few moments, and suddenly smiled slightly, "Well, I'll give you a chance for the old friend."

He waved his sleeves, and a red color flashed by. Before everyone could see clearly, it was inserted into the hall. The sword body was like a fire crystal, and the sword force unfolded invisibly, which made people feel awe in their hearts and a hint of awe.

Just like facing a king...

Leng Yuanming's eyes suddenly lit up, and it was undoubtedly a king-level divine sword!

With excitement, he accidentally ignored the old friend that Mo Yu said.

Mo Yu swept over the greedy Leng family members and spoke lightly, "As long as you can take this sword away, it will belong to the Leng family. Otherwise, you will leave the sword sect immediately and never appear in front of this sect again."

"Okay!" Leng Yuanming shouted softly, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, "I'm just going to say that!" They came to collect the king-level divine sword. How could they not be prepared? As long as they said this, everything would be easy.

Leng Yuanhe smiled slightly, looked full of confidence, and waved his hand, "Leng Zhe, go and get the sword."

"Yes, elder." Leng Zhe was thin and had a level of cultivation, and was inconspicuous among the Leng family. However, the arrogant look on his face was higher than that of the imperial cultivator, and he looked invincible.

Walking into the hall, Leng Zhe sneered at the Sword Sect, revealing contempt.
Chapter completed!