Wu Dian has reopened, it has been two or three years.
Mo Qian also wanted to know that the disciples in the hall are now geometric geometry, so they converge and do it, and they have a hand with these disciples.
What surprised him was that although these disciples were young, their strength was not weak. There were four blood and bone marrows, and almost all of them had been refined.
I wanted to explore by himself that year. After three years of use in Ye's family, the marrow was successfully refined. For two or three years, these disciples had finished blood and bones, and the progress was very fast.
"Huhu-"
In the martial arts, several young disciples showed martial arts, but they looked like they were, but they all felt like a few years older than them, but their strength was far above them.
"What happened?"
The movement here quickly attracted more disciples of Wu Dian.
When they saw that the disciples in the palace were fighting with a life, they couldn't help but say that they shot together and joined the war.
More and more disciples gather and join it.
It didn't take long for at least dozens of disciples here. There is no siege.
"Who is this person and why is it so powerful that we have so many people who can't beat him!"
The group of disciples became more shocked, and Mo Que was very satisfied with the strength of these disciples.
After all, Wu Dian is reopening, and the time is still short. In such a short period of time, it is very rare to have such strength.
"What is noisy?"
Dozens of disciples shot, and the noise was too great. Finally, it was another person in the martial arts.
It was a youth, with a sense of elegance and elegance. When he came here, he saw many disciples besieged, and his footsteps suddenly became rooted, settled in place, staring at Mo Que.
"Stop your hands, hurry up!" He returned suddenly and talked to the group of disciples.
When the disciples of Wu Dian heard the words, they couldn't stop, and they closed their hands and dispersed backwards.
"In the past few years, you have worked hard." Mo Que revealed a smile. The disciples in the hall could grow up in this short period of time. It can be seen that Ye Mingxuan has paid a lot of hard work.
"You ... are you back?" Ye Mingxuan's eyes were red, and some swallowed.
When the disciples in the hall saw him so excited, they were secretly strange, guessing the identity of Mo Que.
You should know that Ye Mingxuan has a very high status in the Martial Arts Temple, and is second only to the deputy hall owner Lao Tian.
"Brother, this will not really be ..." The girl who had tried to stop her hands pulled the young man next to him, his face was restless.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The teenager still reluctant to believe it, but just holding a tight punch, but showing his anxiety.
"boom!"
At this moment, a powerful momentum broke out from the martial arts.
Then, a green shirt flew out of the hall, and the fist was thunderous, and the bang was lacking in the chest.
"Old Temple Lord!" The disciples were shocked.
This old hall is the authentic martial arts king. The strength is enough to sweep a state, the power of punch, how powerful?
But he heard a groan, and the figure who broke into the martial arts did not avoid it. He let the old hall punch on it, but the whole person was motionless, and it was not damaged.
"This person, how powerful is this, can't even hurt the old hall master?" The young man who took the lead in his face was pale.
At this time, he finally knew that the other party had not been serious at all, otherwise he would have defeated.
"Your body ..." The fist of the Old Temple of Tsing Yi still stopped on Mo Qian's chest, his voice trembled, his eyes were incredible.
"I have become an emperor!" Mo Que said that the Lord of Tsing Yi dare not finish.
I saw that the old palace master was shaken, his eyes instantly turned red, and he swallowed: "Okay! Another person in the Martial Palace is proclaimed emperor, and this path will never end!"
He burst into tears and laughed loudly, making all the disciples look at each other in confusion.
"Thank you, senior, for taking care of the Martial Palace." Mo Que said sincerely.
The old master of the Qingyi Palace in front of him was naturally the beggar Lao Tian who he had found back then and was in charge of the Martial Palace. His full name was Tian Xiuhong.
When martial arts was cut off, Tian Xiuhong's heart was filled with despair and he was in a state of confusion all day long, like a beggar.
But now that the Martial Arts Palace has reopened, he has something to rely on. He no longer looks like the sloppy beggar he once was. He is dressed in a green shirt. Although he is still unruly, he has a somewhat refined air.
"Mo Que!"
Before Mo Que could say a few more words, two more figures flew out of the Martial Palace. They couldn't help but greet him in various ways.
"Clang clang clang!"
Mo Que didn't dodge or dodge, letting the two men's methods fall upon him.
He became an emperor in the flesh, and even if he stood still, he could not be hurt at all under the emperor's realm, and could easily deflect the attacks of the two men.
"What a boy, you're stronger than before!" A man yelled and walked up to give him a big bear hug.
"Tsk, tsk, I haven't seen you for a while, you are already so powerful, but you actually come back to bully the disciples in your palace!" The other person was a woman, covering her mouth and chuckling, and she was always joking.
"Why are you here?" Mo Que couldn't help but be surprised.
These two people were his only friends among the younger generation in Qingzhou, Nangong Youran and Xuanyuan Mingkong.
Looking back on those days when the stars were competing for the rankings, it seems like yesterday that these two people had been with him for a while, especially Xuanyuan Mingkong, and had shared hardships, life and death with him.
"Let's talk inside." Tian Xiuhong calmed down and led Mo Que into the inner hall.
After Mo Que, Xuanyuan Mingkong and others left, the disciples in the palace quickly caught up with Ye Mingxuan, who had always been easy-going, and asked fiercely: "Master Ye, who is this person? He is so powerful?"
Ye Mingxuan smiled and said: "When the Martial Palace fell, he reopened it himself. Who do you think he is?"
A group of disciples were all stunned and turned their heads to look at a statue not far away.
That is the statue of the Lord of the Palace.
"He...is he really the master of the palace?" The disciple who took the lead earlier seemed to have turned into a piece of wood, frozen in place.
Behind him, the girl in red was tugging at the corner of his clothes again, but her eyes were blankly watching the figure walking into the inner hall, where countless deeds were spread.
When Mo Que returned and re-entered the Martial Palace, the first thing he did was to go to the Spiritual Palace to worship Yao Lao.
He stood in front of Yaolao Ling, as motionless as a sculpture. No one in the Martial Hall dared to disturb him.
"How long will he continue to stand?" Nangong Youran, who was already waiting to pick up Mo Que, frowned and asked when he saw that he hadn't come out for a long time.
"Let him go." Xuanyuan Mingkong no longer drank anymore, but just poured a bowl of tea and said: "He had a hard journey and finally became an emperor in the flesh. In his heart, Yao Lao is the person he most hopes to see this scene.
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Even after being separated for many days, Xuanyuan Mingkong still knew Mo Que very well from the bottom of his heart.
No one understands better than him how much Mo Que hopes that Yao Lao can see with his own eyes the day when he becomes emperor in the flesh.
It wasn't until sunset that Mo Que walked out of the mourning hall and sat down to have a drink with his former close friends.
"Senior, I respect you!" He poured a glass of wine for Tian Xiuhong, but Tian Xiuhong refused.
You must know that Tian Xiuhong regarded wine as his life, but now he refuses to toast.
"Senior said that drinking makes one's mind faint. He has stopped drinking in the past few years, which makes me unable to drink. He said it would arouse his alcohol addiction!" Xuanyuan Mingkong said in a low voice.
Mo Que was stunned for a moment. He naturally knew that Tian Xiuhong was doing it for the Martial Palace. He didn't dare to let himself be confused anymore and even stopped drinking.
A few people had tea instead of wine. Although they couldn't drink too much, the meal had a special flavor.