Mo Wu's return, and there were seven storage bags hanging on his waist, which made Fengcheng City Lord Hai Longdong look at his daughter Hai Qier.

Qier, it seems that it depends on you again.

Hai Qier met her father's sight and just hesitated for a moment to show that she understood.

So far, the monks from Fengcheng have returned about half of the time, and the monks from small cities have returned similar to those in Fengcheng.

"Why don't you say anything?" Mo Wu looked at the monks of his generation on the field curiously. He said not to the children of the Mo family alone, nor to the monks of Fengcheng, but to all the monks of the same generation present.

Mo Wu's reputation is that the cultivation families in the small town near Fengcheng are more or less understandable.

"Cousin, they are all materials on some monsters, and they don't look good." A direct woman from the Mo family said. She felt that she could not let Mo Wu continue to say this. Wait a moment, the emotions of other children from the cultivation family suddenly burst out.

As the direct descendant of the Mo family, she knew very well that Mo Wu had no ability to attract firepower.

"I naturally know that there is nothing good to look at. I have seen the monster materials you have obtained. I just want to calculate how many points you have obtained and how far you have gotten!" Mo Wu said his purpose directly.

Why did you say it directly?

Calculate the gap between us... You are all based on luck, okay?

This direct woman from the Mo family felt that she had done something wrong, so she shouldn't speak or talk to Mo Wu. She just wanted Mo Wu not to continue talking, but she just ignited some people.

"Mo Wu, you are just lucky and picked up some storage bags. What's there to show off!" A tall man from the Meng family in the small town spoke first.

Mo Wu's words made him unable to bear it anymore.

"Gao Jian, you can't say that." A middle-aged man spoke before Mo Wu. He was the head of the Meng family and the father of Meng Gaojian.

After his son Meng Gaojian measured his spiritual roots at the age of fifteen, he successfully became the head of the Meng family.

"Did I be wrong, my father?" Meng Gaojian asked back. If Mo Wu had picked up these storage bags by luck, then he would eat his shit!

He thought to himself that he could not speak, and he thought he was a gentleman.

The head of the Meng family felt that he had already said it very clearly, just to ask his son not to talk to Mo Wu, so why didn’t his son understand?

"you say……"

The head of the Meng family just said two words, and Mo Wu interrupted him directly.

"Of course there is something wrong!" Mo Wusai said, his expression was very arrogant. "I killed the monster with my strength and then took the storage bag from it. How could this be luck? If you have the ability, you can pick up six storage bags for me to see."

Mo Wu's answer made some of them urge to laugh, and they looked at Meng Gaojian sympathetically.

I don’t know if Meng Gaojian heard that, but Mo Wu was once the father of Meng Gaojian in a sense.

Judging from Mo Wu and Meng Gaojian's appearance, they probably didn't know, but the head of the Meng family looked a little ugly.

"Strength?" Meng Gaojian laughed, "If you have the ability, you can fight me and prove your strength."

"I didn't ask, I promised you." Mo Wu agreed very quickly, basically not giving the head of the Meng family a chance to react.

Just when Mo Wu agreed to the battle, Mo Youwei directly gave the head of the Meng family a look of warning. In his heart, it was basically impossible for his grandson to beat Meng Gaojian.

The head of the Meng family first felt a chill behind his back. After looking back at Mo Youwei, he understood.

Bang!

The head of the Meng family directly slapped Meng Gaojian. Doing so might make his son calm down first.

Meng Gaojian was stunned by this slap. This was the first time he had received such treatment since he measured his earth spirit roots at the age of fifteen.

"When you were at home, did you forget how you taught you for your father?" The head of the Meng family stared at Meng Gaojian with his eyes tightly, signaling him to look at Mo Youwei, Mo Wu's grandfather, and a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage. "Now, I don't need to teach you, I think Gao Jian, you should know how to do it."

Seeing that Meng Gaojian was silent, the head of the Meng family, who knew his son, breathed a sigh of relief. Meng Gaojian understood.

After a while, Meng Gaojian turned his attention to Mo Wu.

"When will it start? Time is up to you. When a strong monk like me, I, will have no impact on me when the battle will have a fight." Mo Wuyi looked indifferent.

"I admit defeat." Meng Gaojian slowly said three words. After saying these three words, he felt very humiliated.

At this moment, he could think of how Mo Wu would laugh at him.

"Oh." Mo Wu nodded.

Meng Gaojian was stunned again, Mo Wu just nodded and said nothing...

"Do you have nothing to say?" Meng Gaojian asked subconsciously.

"What's there to say? You have already thought of it. Facing such a powerful opponent as this young master, admitting defeat is the wisest choice. You are still quite smart." Mo Wu went over and patted Meng Gaojian on the shoulder and encouraged, "You are already very strong in your courage to challenge me. Look at them, they don't even have the courage to challenge me."

Meng Gaojian lowered his head, lowered his hands, and repeated the movements of clenching his fists and letting go of his fists.

He has been patient and the urge to beat Mo Wuyi!

Except for him, most of the monks of the same generation present had this impulse.

In the Mo family, only a small number of people are immune to Mo Wu's words.

The atmosphere is a little depressing. People who want to beat Mo Wu dare not speak. Mo Youwei, a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, is standing there.

After Mo Wuyuan left Meng Gaojian, he had the urge to slap himself.

Why did I say that just now?

If you don’t say anything, isn’t there nothing left?

Meng Gaojian glanced around and found that many people were looking at him with bad eyes. If it weren't for his excessive talk just now, Mo Wu would never have said such words.

Mo Wu left Meng Gaojian's side and came directly to the man in black. He took out three storage bags around his waist and handed them to the man in black.

All the monster materials on him were in these three storage bags.

"Empress, let's calculate how many points this young master has earned in total."

As soon as Mo Wu said this, most of the people present gathered their eyes on him again.

As we all know, points can only be calculated after the "Qi Ling Hunting" is over. The man in black will definitely reject Mo Wu and will not give Mo Wu the points.

"Now is not the time to calculate points." For Mo Youwei's sake, the man in black replied.

At this moment, everyone was looking forward to it. How would Mo Wu answer the man in black?
Chapter completed!