Chapter 38 Slavery!

"Mo Han has seen Master Lin Cheng!"

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

"Hahaha... I heard from Uncle Mo that you also have an eighth-level spiritual root. As long as you practice hard, you will have a bright 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 to look at Mo Wentian, the expression in Mo Han's eyes instantly became gloomy and cold.

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

Mo Han seemed to remember something, and asked suddenly.

"That's right!"

Lin Cheng said softly.

"Qingcheng, Master Lin Cheng is here, hurry up!"

Mo Han coldly shouted at Mo Qingcheng.

"oh!"

Mo Qingcheng looked a little dazed, stood up from his seat, bowed slightly to Lin Cheng and said, "Mo Qingcheng has met Young Master Lin Cheng!"

"good very good!"

Seeing Mo Qingcheng.

Lin Cheng's eyes were full of admiration.

The Mo Qingcheng in front of him was very graceful and charming, with a thin face with Emei eyebrows. At first glance, he was indeed stunning and moving.

"Hahaha... as long as nephew Lin Cheng is satisfied, everyone, please take a seat!"

Mo Yizhan laughed and pointed to several seats.

"Father, you have to take care of this. My Mo family has strict rules and regulations. Not everyone can enter this place to participate in the banquet. Let's not say that some people are wastes with first-class spiritual roots!"

"How dare you take the position of eldest lady now, it's simply lawless!"

At this moment, Mo Han suddenly shouted angrily.

"A waste of the first-class spirit root?"

"Lawless?"

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

Mo Wentian's situation in the Mo family.

Worse than he imagined!

"Qiantian, isn't this the seat that you can sit in?"

Hearing Mo Han's words, Mo Yizhan's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"This is Mo Wentian?"

Hearing what Mo Yizhan said, Lin Cheng seemed to be ready for a long time. He took a step forward, looked at Mo Wentian and said with a big smile: "So this is the number one trash of the Mo family. Lin Cheng can see it. It's really lucky for Sansheng!"

"Hmph... this trash is a disgrace to my Mo family!"

"I lost face and threw it outside, I really don't know what face this trash has to sit here!"

"If it were me, I would have already carried it myself!"

...

In the hall, there was a sound of ridicule.

"Who is your Excellency? When did a mad dog come to my Mo family!"

Just when everyone thought that Mo Wentian didn't dare to speak out.

An indifferent voice suddenly spit out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

"Mad dog?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Lin Cheng's expression became distorted in an instant.

"Mo Wentian, you are just a trash with a first-class spiritual root. Master Lin Cheng is a distinguished guest of my Mo family. You humiliate the distinguished guest like this, and you simply don't know how to live or die!"

Before Lin Cheng could speak, Mo Han suddenly stood up and said coldly.

"waste?"

"Mo Han, who do you call trash?"

At this moment, an extremely cold voice suddenly came, followed by an extremely fierce sword aura, which swept across the hall.

Everyone just felt chilly all over, and their eyes were full of shock.

"Tian Xiao..."

Mo Han's expression froze slightly, then he seemed to remember something, and shouted loudly: "Mo Wentian is just a first-class spiritual root, what is it if it's not waste?"

"It's fine if you wait for the spiritual root, but now you have taken over the three vermilion fruits of my Mo family and offended the enemy family, he is the broom star of my Mo family!"

"trouble marker!"

Those three words made Mo Wentian's eyes flash with an incomparably terrifying murderous aura.

Shameless Mo family.

When did the three vermilion fruits belong to the Mo family?

When Mo Wentian risked his life to take Zhu Guo, where was the Mo family? Now that he got Zhu Guo, the Mo family claimed that it belonged to his Mo family. This shame is thicker than cowhide!

"Mo Han, you think that with the backing of the Lin family, I won't dare to touch you. If you dare to ask the sky, I will tear you to pieces!"

Looking at Mo Han, Mo Tianxiao's eyes shot up with murderous aura.

"Tian Xiao!"

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

"here you are?"

Mo Tianxiao paused for a moment, then seemed to notice something, Mo Tianxiao's pupils suddenly shrank violently.

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

Mo Tianxiao looked at Mo Wentian and laughed all over his face.

"Will not disappoint you?"

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

A touch of murderous intent.

Passed by Mo Wentian's eyes!

Immediately, his eyes suddenly fell on Mo Han, looking at Mo Han in front of him, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth slightly raised a hint of disdain.

"Mo Han, you say I'm a waste?"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han and asked indifferently.

"Aren't you a piece of trash? With a first-class spiritual root, you will never be able to become a swordsman at the Lijian Realm. Don't you think you are a genius?"

Mo Han looked at Mo Wentian and said mockingly.

"Hahaha...It's really ridiculous, a little eighth-class spiritual root, what right do you have to say that I don't ask the sky, that I'm a waste, it's because you are a frog in the bottom of the well!"

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

"You ants don't know how big the world is!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

at this moment.

Mo Wentian's aura changed drastically, that thin figure seemed to have turned into a supreme swordsman at this moment, under a pair of cold eyes, Mo Han couldn't help but take a few steps back!

"you……"

Mo Han was full of surprise.

"What about you, you are also an eighth-class spiritual root, but you kneel and lick others. Your swordsmanship is just a slave way. Even if you become a sword emperor, you are just a lowly slave!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Han with aggressive eyes.

"good!"

Mo Tianxiao stood up, his eyes shining brightly.

Then he looked at Mo Yi and said, "Patriarch Mo, I, Mo Tianxiao, want one of the sword candidates this time!"

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

"Could it be for Mo Wentian!"

"This kid, I really don't know what kind of shit luck he has. He has a first-class spiritual root and dares to participate in the sword battle!"

...

A group of people, talking a lot.

"Tian Xiao, this..."

Mo Yizhan's expression froze slightly. To put it bluntly, the battle of Jianzi was three family heads competing for the position of city lord. Each family sent three disciples, and the family finally won the title of Jianzi.

You can get the position of city lord!

"Uncle Mo, what do you think?"

Mo Tianxiao took a step forward and asked aggressively.

"I……"

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

"Uncle Mo..."

"Tian Xiao!"

Seeing Mo Tianxiao speak again, Mo Wentian stepped forward slightly, interrupting Mo Tianxiao's words.

"Patriarch Mo turned out to be a candidate for Jianzi, so it must be that as long as the strength is reached, he can participate in the competition for Jianzi, right?"

Looking at Mo Yizhan, Mo Wentian suddenly asked with a smile.

"That's right!"

Mo Yizhan nodded slightly.