Meng Wan in Nanyang stopped and turned around. Looking at the Eight-Armor Formation formed by the eight foundation-building monks of the Fu family, her eyes narrowed slightly. Although she didn't look down on the Fu family, she was very afraid of Lanyisi. Their Nanyang Palace was in the Great Zhou Dynasty, at most, they could only be considered the eighth-grade family that had just entered.

But this Jingzhou is the territory of the Nanyang Prince's Mansion after all.

Meng Wan in Nanyang held an airs and asked about the origin of the war.

After one stick of incense.

A red light flashed in the ravine, and after a few breaths, the red light disappeared, revealing Mo Yan's figure.

Meng Wan, the originally cold face of Nanyang, immediately turned into flattery: "I am Meng Wan in Nanyang. When our prince learned that the great master was coming, he specially ordered me to come and greet the villa in person."

"No." Mo Yan waved his hand: "I came here this time to visit the Fu family. You tell your prince for me that I will drink and apologize with you next time I have the chance."

"Sir, but my prince said that I must..."

Before Meng Wan of Nanyang finished speaking, Mo Yan asked Ba Bo to lead the way back to Guyaju. He did not take this Nanyang Meng Wan, who was calling the wind and rain in Xihefang City, seriously. The members of the Fu family were both happy and nervous, fearing that Mo Yan would settle the score after the autumn trip.

Wait until they leave.

Only Meng Wan, who was angry and looked innocent, was left in Nanyang.

According to her current cultivation level of fake pills and the face of the Nanyang Prince's Mansion, no matter where she goes, whoever flatters her respectfully will never be so neglected? Meng Wan of Nanyang secretly grinds her teeth:

"Hmph, but what's so great about a Si'an envoy from the branch hall of Gaoyang County? When our princess has established her foothold in Dazhou, then you won't have this chance to visit you if you want to visit!"

Meng Wan in Nanyang originally wanted to keep up.

But in the end I can't hold back my face.

After searching around and under the gullies twice, he looked in the direction of Gu Yaju, stomped his feet unwillingly, and left the place with his sword.

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The eighth uncle led the way for Mo Yan.

Uncle Thirteen gave everyone a wink behind them. Everyone knew how to instantly aroused the true energy in their bodies. While keeping the Baying Formation forward, they were ready to use the strongest attack of the Baying Formation at any time.

"Sir, sit inside."

The eighth uncle brought the man to the small bamboo building.

He was in a state of great turmoil. When Mo Yan first came over, he didn't even stop his feet. Now, looking at his posture, he looked like he was coming to visit. He didn't mean to blame them for not exerting efforts in the battle just now, and he couldn't even touch the other party's thoughts:

"Sir, this is the fragrant flower tea in our tribe. Although it is only the second-level top-grade, it has a warm taste. Please try it."

The insightful effects of fragrant flower tea.

It also has an effect on monks who practice Qi and below.

“The tea is good.”

Mo Yan just tasted it lightly.

He looked out the door and saw that no one had come in for a long time. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but tentatively: "I came here this time. I originally wanted to inquire about the Termite Mountain. Now the monster has been eliminated and my doubts have been resolved. However, there is still something I want to ask your elders. I wonder if I can meet with my seniors?"

"senior?"

The eighth uncle was stunned.

This Mo Yan is already at the level of Jindan cultivation. If he can be called a senior by him, wouldn’t he be a great cultivator of the Nascent Soul?

Ba Bo was a little nervous and terrified in an instant:

"Sir, you... are just kidding. The highest cultivation level of our Fu family is our patriarch. He is only the eighth floor of foundation building, and others are in Qinhuai, Mangzhou. You..."

Fu Zhihong.

When I was in Mangzhou.

Mo Yan has seen it.

He frowned. Before arriving in Jingzhou, he asked his subordinates to collect some information. The Fu family clearly did not have high-level cultivators. Thinking that the Fu family had the best recruitment of customers was the second-level spiritual tea. He nodded in his understanding and had some guesses in his heart:

"It seems that the ancestor of the Fu family who took action just now should have just come out of seclusion."

Aristocratic family.

All of them are hidden masters.

These masters are often only a clan leader.

Seeing that the ancestor of the Fu family didn't want to come out to meet him, Mo Yan didn't stay for a long time, so he got up and wanted to say goodbye. When he arrived at the door, he thought that the ancestor of the Fu family had saved his life just now, and he was lucky in disguise and got eighteen mysterious ropes.

Hesitated for a moment.

Mo Yan took out a token from his arms.

The token is golden and the size of a palm.

The word "Big Weekly" is written on the front:

"I heard that your family is restarting the Alchemy Hall recently. A year later, the alchemy competition once a hundred years will be launched in the Great Week. You can take this token to participate in the competition. I hope you can meet you again on the podium."

Mo Yan handed the token to Ba Bo, and his body flashed a few times, then disappeared.

For this sudden reward.

The eighth uncle was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. Regardless of whether Mo Yan heard or not, he bowed deeply to the direction where the other party disappeared: "Thank you for your reward!"

After Ba Bo closes the upside down Five Elements Array.

The Eight Ink Formation of Uncle Thirteen and Eight Men was disbanded.

Brother Sixteen looked at the golden token in Ba Bo's hand with curiosity, and scratched his head in confusion: "Ba Bo Bo, isn't everyone able to participate in this alchemy competition? Why does Lord Mo still give us a token? Could it be that with this token, we can directly enter the finals?!"

If so.

That's a good thing!

After carefully putting the token in a wooden box and put it in the storage bag, the eighth uncle said, "I will hand this token over to you three months later when you go to Qinhuai in Mangzhou. There is no information about the Great Zhou Dynasty. So when you arrive in Mangzhou, you will know what the alchemy competition is going on."

"alright."

"There are three months left. You all go back to clean up. This time, you will be able to return in Mangzhou. I don't know when I will be able to return."

Everyone responded.

They disperse themselves.

The Fu family has been in Qinhuai for more than 20 years, and can have fifty places to be transferred for free. The clan elders have already held a council. Those with foundation-building cultivation have all rushed to Mangzhou except for the sixth uncle, the ninth uncle, the tenth uncle, and the younger uncle. Now the Fu family’s family in Jingzhou cannot afford so many foundation-building cultivators, and the situation in Jingzhou is changing, so it is also a good thing that can be moved to Mangzhou for development.

After dark.

Ba Bo Caiyun Yayuan sneaked out.

Open the formation.

Fu Shiyi, who was waiting anxiously by the sinkhole, hurriedly said as soon as he saw Ba Bo:

"Bao Bo, what happened to Termite Mountain?"

"What happened to Lord Mo here?"

"Have he ever made things difficult for you?"

“………….”

Ba Bo shook his head and smiled, replying one by one, and finally, he patted the storage bag and took out the wooden box with Mo Yan's reward token.
Chapter completed!