Chapter 25 Returning to the City

"Boy, it really is you!"

At this moment, a voice of surprise came suddenly, and Mo Wentian was startled, Ghost Shadow Mitrace unfolded subconsciously, and his figure disappeared on the tree.

When he reappeared, Mo Wentian appeared on another tree.

Looking at the big tree not far away, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Huh!"

There was a soft cry, and a moment later, a pale figure appeared in Mo Wentian's sight.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Mo Wentian was taken aback.

"Great Elder!"

Mo Wentian spat out three words.

The old man who appeared in front of Mo Wentian was none other than the great elder of the Mo family, Mo Yu!

Mo Yu looked at Mo Wentian with a slightly astonished expression.

"Boy, this movement is not bad!"

With a flash of light in his eyes, Mo Yu regained his expression, looked at Mo Wentian, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, elder, for your compliment!"

Mo Wentian cupped his hands slightly, for Mo Yu, Mo Wentian still had some good feelings in his heart.

"Boy, did the three vermillion fruits really fall into your hands?"

Mo Yu looked at Mo Wentian and asked suddenly.

"That's right!"

Mo Wentian nodded, the three vermilion fruits are indeed in his hands, but now...

These three vermilion fruits have already been refined by him!

"Hahaha... You really deserve to be a disciple of my Mo family. With the cultivation of the Spirit Gathering Realm, you snatched three Vermilion Fruits in front of a group of geniuses at the Lijian Realm. These old fellows will probably explode with rage!"

Mo Yu looked at Mo Wentian and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Forehead……"

Mo Wentian was a little ashamed, but the smile on his face became even stronger.

This old man is very nice.

"Boy, although you have obtained three vermilion fruits, the fire energy of vermilion fruits is incomparably terrifying, you'd better wait until you enter the Lijian state to refine them!"

The old man seemed to have remembered something, looked at Mo Wentian and said solemnly.

"Refining only at the Lijian realm?"

Mo Wentian had a funny look in his eyes, these three vermilion fruits had already been refined by him.

If ordinary people.

Naturally, these three vermilion fruits could not be refined, but Mo Wentian's physique was strong, and he was not far behind the average swordsman from the Sword Realm.

Refining three vermilion fruits is naturally not difficult!

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your concern!"

Although he didn't take it seriously in his heart, Mo Wentian still gave the old man a friendly salute. After all, the old man's words can be regarded as caring for himself.

"Uh-huh!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction, and looked more and more satisfied with Mo Wentian's eyes.

Then he seemed to think of something, the old man suddenly said in a deep voice: "Boy, although you have Zhu Guo in your hand, there is one person, you must be careful!"

"who?"

Mo Wentian asked with a frown.

The person who can make Mo Yu so dignified must not be a small person.

"This person is called Qiu Sanyuan. He is the eldest son of the Qiu family and the brother of Qiu Sanjin. This person loves Qiu Sanjin very much. Now you..."

Mo Yu looked a little dignified!

"Chou Sanjin's brother!"

Mo Wentian looked slightly cold.

"Be careful, if you can kill Qiu Sanjin, there must be a chance, but I warn you, this Qiu Sanyuan is not comparable to Qiu Sanjin, an idiot!"

"This person is at least a swordsman at the peak of the Lijian Realm, and he is also an inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Mo Yu looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"From the peak of the sword realm?"

"An inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, this person is indeed quite a character!

But if you come to trouble yourself...

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a hidden sword glow flashed, so what if he was at the peak of the sword, if you dare to provoke him, Mo Wentian, you are provoking the god of death!

"Boy, you don't have to worry too much. Although this person has good talent, if he wants to attack you, my Mo family will not ignore it. Remember, you are a disciple of the Mo family!"

Mo Yu looked at Mo Wentian and said with a smile.

"A disciple of the Mo family?"

The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched into a mocking sneer.

Now he is a disciple of the Mo family.

When he hadn't awakened his spiritual roots, wasn't he a disciple of the Mo family?

"well!"

Seeing Mo Wentian's expression, the old man had no idea what Mo Wentian was thinking.

Slightly sighed.

The old man's voice sounded again.

"Boy, you don't have to worry about getting Zhu Guo, but no matter where you are, only strong strength can win respect. In the sword competition, if you can win the top three, you will come to this old man again!"

The voice came, and when Mo Wentian came back to his senses, the figure of the old man had disappeared.

"Strong strength can win respect!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, of course he knew this truth.

Only when you stand where others look up.

What you get is admiration!

"In the battle of swords, what I want is not the third place, but..."

Mo Wentian paused slightly, his eyes looked towards the void, and the light in his eyes suddenly swelled.

"It's the first!"

He has to be number one.

This number one is just the first step, Mo Wentian will one day stand on top of the peak!

Three days later, East Sword City!

With the end of Zhu Guo's turmoil, East Sword City became quiet again.

city ​​gate.

A young man with an epee on his back walked slowly towards the sword city.

"Who is this person, why is he carrying an epee!"

"The person carrying the heavy sword is Mo Wentian, the number one trash of the Mo family!"

"Hush... don't call him a waste, I heard that in this battle of vermilion fruits, all three vermilion fruits fell into his hands!"

"real or fake?"

"I heard that even Qiu Sanjin, the third young master of the Qiu family, died in his hands!"

"How is this possible? Qiu Sanjin is a strong man at the peak of gathering spirits. Even if he awakens his spiritual roots, it is absolutely impossible to reach the peak of gathering spirits in a short time. How could he kill Qiu Sanjin!"

...

As Mo Wentian entered the city, the peaceful town became noisy again.

in the city.

The hidden figures disappeared one after another.

Among the Mo family.

"Miss, Mo Wentian is back, I heard that Qiu Sanjin also died at his hands!"

In the exquisite small courtyard, the voice sounded again.

"Chou Sanjin!"

Mo Qingcheng's expression froze, she didn't dare to think about Lin Yu's death, but what about Qiu Sanjin?

Qiu Sanjin is a seventh-class spiritual root.

He is a great genius of the Qiu family. In terms of strength, this person is much stronger than Lin Yu.

Mo Wentian was able to kill Qiu Sanjin, so Lin Yu...

"Stop spying on him..."

After Mo Qingcheng finished speaking, her pale face was full of absence.

This trash is completely beyond her control!

Among the enemies.

"Okay, very good, the genius disciple who killed my enemy family dares to come back, this is simply not paying attention to my enemy family!"

Above the lobby of the Chou family, there was a middle-aged man with an incomparably terrifying aura.

This person is the head of the Qiu family, Qiu Li!

"Father, the disciples of the Mo family's presumptuous clan beheaded and killed the third younger brother. Is it possible that this enemy should be let go like this?"

Qiu Yuan stood below and said with a cold face.

"Let go?"

There was a flash of evil in Qiu Li's eyes, and then he said coldly: "They want to watch the young disciples fight, this time the sword fight, this person must die!"

The icy voice caused the temperature in the hall to drop several degrees!

at the same time.

Also because of Mo Wentian's appearance, the Yuan family became undercurrents.

And at this time Mo Wentian.

But he was casually walking towards the Tianyahai Pavilion. Pieces of fur were hanging on the heavy sword behind Mo Wentian's back.

These things are monsters that Mo Wentian beheaded in the Dongman Mountains!

In front of Tianyahai Pavilion.

"Young Master Wentian, you are finally here!"

Mo Wentian was still outside Haige, when a soft voice came, it was Hu Mei who came.

"Miss Hu!"

Mo Wentian grinned, and then said, "I don't know if you accept these things or not?"

"Accept, of course!"

Hu Mei paused slightly, her eyes swept over the fur on the epee sword behind Mo Wentian's back, the light in Hu Mei's eyes became more intense.

These furs.

None of them were lower than the first-level peak monsters, and even Hu Mei saw the furs of three first-level second-level monsters!