Gu Han's face had turned dark.
"it's the same!"
The fat man prevaricates randomly.
"We have won so much, so we don't care about this. Ahem...he is quite sincere. Give the fat man some face and fight with him."
He glared at the fat man fiercely.
Gu Han did not refuse Mo Li's request.
The second reason was that Mo Li had no ill intentions... but mainly because of the bottle of extraordinary substance.
"Brother Mo."
He looked solemn and raised his sword again.
"please."
"good."
Mo Li's eyes lit up.
"Brother Gu is a cheerful person."
Gu Han secretly thought that it wasn't me who was happy, it was you who gave me the extraordinary material that was too happy.
Everyone was happy. No matter whether Mo Li stood up for them or not, as long as he got involved with Gu Han, they didn't want to kill him. As long as he could defeat the opponent, they could save their face!
No one thought Mo Li would lose.
Tao Gong Daozi.
Among the geniuses of Zhongzhou, he is definitely ranked within the top three, not much better than the number one genius of the East Wasteland?
boom!
Also at this time!
Gu Han's cultivation reached its peak again, and the sword energy on his body was integrated into one, making him look like an unsheathed sharp blade!
See the situation.
Mo Li's expression turned solemn instantly.
Taking a step forward gently, a faint clear light suddenly lit up on his body. Although it looked inconspicuous, there was a hint of Tao Yuan flowing around. Those with weaker cultivation levels were gradually attracted to it.
"Be good."
The fat man's eyes widened.
"This way is quite powerful!"
"Ancestor."
Fu Youde frowned.
"This kid...has met his match!"
"It doesn't matter."
Fu Dahai shook his head.
"That kid's level is low, so losing won't be an embarrassment. But this Mo Li... is even more powerful than the previous Taoist disciple. There are so many talents in the Central Taoist Palace!"
Gu Han felt vaguely.
The feeling that Mo Li gave him was a bit similar to that of Zuo Yang Yu Miao.
Seems unremarkable.
But every move follows nature, and there is a hint of great truth in the ordinary, just like Zuo Yang's knife and Yu Miao's needle.
"Brother Mo."
He suddenly asked, "May I ask, what time does the bell ring for you?"
Chapter completed!