Mo Yu said this beautifully. He not only made this matter smaller, but also made the demeanor and decent, and even made the Twelve Lotus Docks grateful to him, which was completely unscathed.
After the man left with Xun Yuan in his arms, Mo Yu looked back at Mo Xuanying: "Big nephew, come with me!"
After a moment, in a secluded corner, Mo Xuanying screamed like a pig.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts! Brother...ah no! Uncle...you let me go!"
Mo Xuanying was plucked by Mo Yu's ears and screamed heartbrokenly.
But Mo Yu looked shaking, but his hands were even harder: "When you left home, you forgot what your great-grandfather told you, right? You made a grudge with others for a woman, a shameful thing!"
Mo Xuanying looked aggrieved: "Aren't there just a few thieves? It can't be the climate..."
"You are still stubborn!" Mo Yu's expression became colder, and there was a little more seriousness in his eyes: "How many times have you told you? Don't underestimate any of your opponents! The twelve serial docks are indeed inequality. With ten courage, they dare not be enemies with my Mo family, but do you guarantee that all of those thieves have such horizons? Not to mention that they didn't know your identity before, even if they knew, how can you guarantee that each of them would consider the consequences when doing things? The strong are often afraid of losing their lives! If I don't help you solve this problem, you won't know when you die at the hands of others..."
After Mo Yu's long criticism, Mo Xuanying kept nodding: "Yes, yes... My father has told me eight hundred times when you say these truths! But today's thing is not what you think, and I'm not for any woman..."
"Not for women? Then can you still be for men?"
"Ah yes! It's for men!"
"Man..." Mo Yu was stunned, and then his eyes turned completely at Mo Xuanying: "I'll go... Your great-grandfather has been innocent all his life. Do you want him to be so arrogant when you are doing this kind of thing?"
"Ah?" Realizing that Mo Yu was misunderstood, Mo Xuanying hurriedly said: "No! I said it
The man is Han Ying’s husband!”
Mo Yu's face became even more strange: "I'm still a married man..."
Mo Xuanying rolled her eyes: "Uncle..."
"Hehe! Just kidding! What's wrong with her husband? Could it be that he is a genius?"
Mo Xuanying shook his head: "It's not that simple! I just ended up with Xun Yuan's sword, which he gave me, and most of what I did, was his intention! I vented my anger for his wife, and he owe me a favor! It's a very cost-effective deal!"
Seeing the uncontrollable excitement in Mo Xuanying's eyes, Mo Yu suddenly realized that the other party's identity was not simple, and immediately asked, "Who is it?"
Mo Xuanying smiled mysteriously: "I'm not sure about his identity, but nine out of ten... He told me not to understand his identity! Don't ask, I have a clear idea of ​​this matter, I guess I will tell you in detail when I go home next time!"
After hearing what Mo Xuanying said, Mo Yu's doubts became even stronger: "Aren't you cheated on me?"
"No! Uncle, you have to promise me that you must not check the identity of that person, because if he is really the person I guess, and if he angers him, our Mo family will have no good results!"
Mo Yu curled his lips: "The more you talk, the more mysterious it becomes. Is the Mo family not good to eat? Is he the Emperor? Forget it... I don't care about you! Be careful when you act outside, I'll go back first!"
Mo Xuanying felt relieved: "Okay...you go slowly!"
“…”
When Mo Xuanying returned to the arena, the spectators around him were already cheering.
With his previous attitude, it was completely overturned.
"The Mo family's young master is such a handsome talent!"
"Yes! Mr. Mo is the only one who can do it.
He is worthy of being a descendant of the Confucian Saint in White. He has outstanding literary talent and elegant temperament. If he wears a white dress, he will be a little saint in White dress!"
“…”
Faced with the praising of everyone, Mo Xuanying still had the shameless expression and stepped onto the arena step by step.
I saw that in the center of the ring, Mingye was holding a sickle and had been waiting for a long time!
"So much fanfare to show your identity, but it's different from your previous style..."
Mo Xuanying shrugged: "There's no way, my little uncle is afraid that I will be retaliated against..."
Mingye couldn't help laughing: "Tsk... It seems that your cautious personality is still your family tradition?"
Mo Xuanying did not reply, but turned his palms to sacrifice the Confucian and Taoist talisman to heaven.
"It's the last game! Say less nonsense!"
Mingye smiled coldly: "Okay!"
After the words came, Mingye gently waved the sickle in his hand and made a seal with one hand.
"Hundred ghosts walk at night!"
The moment the words were finished, the entire arena was surrounded by black fog. In the black fog, there were ghosts and bursts of strange screams.
"Hiss...he! He can actually summon a hundred ghosts!"
"This should be the forbidden technique of the Ming family to detain the spirits and send generals to control the undead!"
"It's just that so many ghosts have been summoned at the same time, the Eight-Absolute Genius is really extraordinary!"
“…”
Facing the ghosts around, Mo Xuanying unfolded the scroll and made seals with both hands.
"Golden Light Curse!"
"Buzz!"
Then he saw that around Mo Xuanying, golden light suddenly rose and gathered together, turning into a barrier, isolating all the ghosts in the black fog!
Immediately afterwards, Mo Xuanying made another seal and changed: "Liu Fire Curse! Red Flame Thousand Miles!"
"boom!"
Then we saw a wave of heat spreading around with the golden light barrier as the core. In an instant, the entire arena turned into a sea of ​​fire.
In the sea of ​​fire.
"ah!"
Countless evil spirits were heartbreaking.
"snort!"
Seeing this, Mingye's magic trick also changed.
"Crash!"
In a blink of an eye, behind him, a phantom of an old man in white appeared.
The old man's closed eyes slightly opened and he grabbed it with a big hand.
"Crash!"
But the water of the river appeared out of thin air, extinguishing all the flames on the arena!
"Then Mingye can actually control the water method? Could he be a fellow practitioner of many Dharmas?" Seeing this scene, Han Ying asked curiously.
Feng Wuchen shook his head and explained: "That is the power of the contract spirit before he was alive, and it has nothing to do with Mingye's spiritual veins!"
"Contract Spirit?"
Feng Wuchen nodded and patiently explained: "Well! Rumor has it that the spirit-detaining generals of the Ming family in Zhongtian Realm originated from an ancient divine art, which is just the basis! By refining this magical power to a small achievement, you can sign a contract with a conscious spirit, which can ensure that a wisp of true spirit will not dissipate and become the so-called contract spirit! You can use the magical powers before your birth under the control of the caster!"
Hearing this, Han Ying was shocked: "Is there such a magical power?"
Feng Wuchen said, "Actually, it is said that the early detaining spirits were far more terrifying than today's! Those who practiced this method often killed innocent people in order to seize the contract spirit, and later were suppressed by Emperor Taixuan himself! The real detaining spirits were listed as forbidden art, and it was greatly deleted before it was passed on to the Ming family! However, even so, the detaining spirits were only the direct descendants of the Ming family can practice, and there are many restrictions! Even the contract can only be signed when both parties voluntarily!"
Chapter completed!