Seeing that the old man's expression was a little calmer, Mo Ranran became even more respectful. Mo Yan stood up lightly and turned around Mo Ranran. His hand suddenly held Mo Ranran's arm, exerted a little force, and frowned:
"You are really a waste of resources. If this girl had followed me, I'd probably have been..."
Thinking of this, a little bit of loneliness flashed on Mo Yan's face. If it weren't for Ru Lian, their Mo family might not be what they are today.
The martial arts conference is approaching, but now they only have one championship, and this Mocheng is probably about to change its name.
"Grandpa is worried about the martial arts conference. In fact, my father has just told us that the martial arts conference is related to the reputation of our Mojiazhuang. We are also descendants of the Mojia family. If there is a need, we will definitely do our best..."
Sensitively capturing Mo Yan's loneliness, Mo Ranran said with a smile.
"You?" Mo Li's sharp eyes swept across everyone and curled his lips:
"It's not that old man, I look down on you guys. Your strength is really not enough..."
"Grandpa, this is Luo Ji, my elder brother, his martial arts..."
"His martial arts skills can beat Li Jie, the boy of Li Zhi, but Li Zhi is so bad..."
Mo Liu's eyes were so vicious that he could see Luo Ji's strength at just one glance.
"Grandpa, is Li Zhi very powerful?"
At this time, Mo Liu had obviously accepted Mo Ranran. Mo Ranran was in a good mood and asked hurriedly.
"Hmph, that kid, it's okay... Ranran, I think you're good, so I just said it straight, your mother can't help you, but I don't have the blood needed. I'll let your uncle take you to the ancestral hall later. You can try it out.
If there is a suitable blood purity, if you help me win a championship with the Mo family, I will save your mother with my life, otherwise..."
This condition is really harsh. Mo Liu looked at Sima Yi with his eyes. It was obvious that he could see at a glance that Sima Yi was the strongest among the young generation.
Mo Ranran didn't know how Sima Yi's martial arts was, but he could save himself from the mouths of the wolves five years ago, so now, it must be even more terrifying.
"Okay, isn't it just a champion? I've picked it up..."
Looking at Mo Yu's eyes without fear, Sima Yi took it calmly, and Mo Ranran looked at him gratefully. He actually had no need to involve this matter today.
However, when he thought of what he said, his pretty face couldn't help but a layer of blush was covered with. Sima Yi is still thinking about his unfinished bridal chamber?
"Okay, come with me..."
Mo Liu didn't expect Sima Yi to agree so easily. He was delighted. Although he didn't dare to have too high expectations,...
It is better to have it than not? He tried his best to maintain his first position and would definitely not let the Mo family lose his hands.
The Mo family's ancestral hall was in the back mountain, so I was told that Mo Ao would take it there, but Mo Yu was happy and personally led everyone over.
They stopped in front of a mountain full of white flowers. Mo Ao's hand moved and made a few strange gestures in the air. The flowers on the mountain suddenly disappeared, and then a three-story black one was
The building appeared, with the words "ancestral hall" written on it...
Just now, was that the formation? Mo Ranran secretly remembered those gestures. Although it felt strange, it was not completely irregular.
When he walked into the gate of the ancestral hall, he felt something very depressing. Mo Liu's face also had a little solemnity. He walked step by step with his face, very slow, but he tried very hard every step.
Everyone followed, and the room gave people a very strange feeling.
Crack... Walking through the hall, Mo Li didn't know where he moved, the flat wall suddenly cracked, and a larger room appeared.
"Come in..."
Mo Ranran followed him slowly, and the purpose of entering was to rank rows, which were listed as ancestors of the Mo family. At this time, Mo Li brought them over, which meant that he would recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.
Someone in the room had already come with incense. Mo Li took it over, walked silently to the front, bowed to the queue, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.
The King of Southern also took the incense from the servants as Mo Liu, and Mo Ranran and the others also went there.
"Okay, this is the Bloodline Stone..." Seeing that everyone had finished burning incense, Mo Yu waved his hand and Mo Ao took out a black thing from a black box, with several prepared daggers next to it.
"Just just drop blood on this stone..."
Mo Li explained, Luo Ji walked out first:
"I'll do it first..."
Mo Liu nodded and watched him cut his wrist, a wisp of blood fell down and dripped onto the pitch-black stone.
Magnetic magnet... Blood fell, and the stone suddenly flashed, and the small half of the stone shone red.
"Forty-five percent..." Mo Ao said in a deep voice, and the Southern King's face darkened. As expected, the bloodline was lower than that of the lotus.
"I'll try..."
Seeing that the elder brother was not good, Luo Yuner hurried over and cut her wrists apart. The stone that had become dim again flashed...
"Forty percent..."
This... Luo Yuner's bloodline is not as good as Luo Ji's, and the Southern King's face is even heavier. Ru Lian, is it really beyond help?
"Dad, don't worry, what about me?"
Mo Ranran couldn't bear to see the Southern King being so disappointed, so she smiled comfortably and walked over slowly.
Seeing Mo Ranran come out, Mo Yan nodded, and a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes.
"Eighty-seven percent..."
Seeing the most red stone, everyone's hearts tightened and said secretly, "There is more red, more red, but the red one is like falling asleep, just stop moving."
Fortunately, it was not too low, and the King of Southern was delighted:
"Old Master Mo, can this Ranran blood save Ru Lian?"
Mr. Mo shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Although the blood of Ranran girl is relatively purer, it is still not enough. If you use such blood, you may not be able to save Ru Lian..."
However, although Mo Ranran's blood was not up to 90%, it was already considered good in this generation. Old Master Mo's mind flashed a few plans. Rulian was fine if he was not in the family. If Mo Ranran was there, as long as he had time, this
Mo Ranran will definitely be able to support the Mo family's sky.
Seeing such bloodlines, he didn't want to let anyone go.
Maybe, it can...
Mo Liu's abacus was a thud, but the Nanwang and the others looked depressed. The Nanwang only has four children, and Luo Ming has not come back. The best bloodlines are not good. What should she do?
You can't see Ru Lian just go there like this, right?
"Grandpa, it's nothing wrong with this, otherwise I'll force myself to use mine..."