The town is only thirty miles away from the Zhantan tribe.
Halfway along the road, Mo Wuxie heard the rumbling sound coming from the town, but the sound was fleeting.
The message from No. 4 came to his mind, and the mission was completed.
This rumbling sound, which was fifteen miles away, reached here. It was already extremely small. Only Mo Wuxie's powerful cultivation could hear it. As for the young prince, he was still in excitement and did not realize that his too
Grandpa is already waiting for him in the underworld!
Number 4 and 5 arrived not far away from Mo Wuxie silently.
In order to prevent the young prince from discovering these two perverts, they were put into the tomb of the gods before the two perverts arrived!
Back at Zhantan City, the strong men and countless soldiers from Zhantan City are still flooding Zhantan City like a tide, all for the sole purpose of finding No. 4.
It can be said that the whole city of Zhantan City has been under martial law. If you conduct a blanket search, you will naturally find no results.
When Mo Wuxie returned to the Young Prince's Mansion, the first thing he did was meet his 'fellow sect' from the Zixuan Sect!
Mo Wuxie fought against all opinions so that they could speak out, and used his powerful principles to convince the elders of the Zhantan tribe, as well as the nine martial saints of the Zixuan Sect.
When they saw Mo Wuxie again, they were all extremely respectful, as if Dongfang Boda's identity as captain had been overshadowed by Mo Wuxie's brilliance.
For a person like him who is not only strong in cultivation but also very resourceful, Zixuan Sect attaches great importance to him. Naturally, these nine guys also respect him as gods.
As soon as Mo Wuxie entered the room, they stood respectfully with adoring eyes, which made him a little flattered. After this incident, the conflicts between them were harmonious because they had a common leader.
"What's wrong with you?" He naturally saw their changes and felt their mood, but he still asked.
Dongfang Boda no longer had the attitude of a captain. He originally admired Mo Wuxie, but now he almost worshiped him devoutly, saying: "Brother, thanks to your wit and power today, otherwise it would be really difficult for us to deal with these people.
Old guy!"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "We are from the same origin, so we should help each other. What's more, we must unite as one in other people's territory so that we can go all the way without any danger!"
Dongfang Li nodded and said: "What senior brother said makes sense. Yes, we are from the same roots." He looked at Dongfang Boda and said apologetically: "Junior brother, I used to be my senior brother, so I apologize to you!"
Dongfang Boda shook his head and said: "Senior Brother Li, you don't have to be polite. In fact, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have discovered my shortcomings. I should be the one to apologize!"
Just like that, they actually became a group.
Mo Wuxie watched with cold eyes. This was beyond his expectation. He didn't expect the result to be like this. But that's fine. Anyway, they are now their leader, and they will be at the forefront of the charge!
"Since everyone is close to each other and is friendly at the regiment level, it should be no problem to borrow the red cannon for this trip! Okay, let's all go practice and wait until King Zhan Tan comes back tomorrow to see what he has to say!"
After Mo Wuxie said calmly, he returned to his guest room. In fact, he was planning how to retreat.
The red cannon was lost, and even their Supreme Elder Du Qi died. This news would be like a spring thunder explosion tomorrow, sending the entire Zhantan City into a panic.
In the dead of night, it was originally the best time to sleep, but the entire Zhantan tribe suddenly became commotion, and large numbers of troops marched towards the town. The situation became unclear.
Tonight, Mo Wuxie did not enter the God's Tomb to practice, but waited quietly in the room. He knew that since he and the young prince had been to that small town, they would definitely become their suspects.
The young prince was in a state of distress at the time. The news of his great-grandfather's death had just reached him, making him sleepless and uneasy. His great-grandfather was his talisman. Every time he was in trouble, his great-grandfather would solve any problem with just one sentence.
Even my father, who is the King of Zhantan, can't do anything about it.
Now, instead of mourning the death of his great-grandfather and investigating the cause of death, he is running around in a hurry. No one will support him in the future. According to his father's methods, he will definitely have to walk around without food.
The soldiers inside and outside the city walked heavily, and the entire Zhantan City was not peaceful.
Several people from the Zixuan Sect arrived at Mo Wuxie's room, not knowing why.
"Brother, do you think Zhantan City has found the person who framed the whole family?" Dongfang Boda asked.
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said, "I don't think it's that simple. Think about it, there wasn't such a big formation last time, but now, the entire Zhantan tribe has a sad atmosphere, and there is also a faint murderous aura!"
Dongfang Li frowned and asked: "What's the reason? They won't come to deal with us, right?" Mo Wuxie shook his head again and said: "You don't need such a large formation to deal with us. As far as I can see, the Zhantan tribe
Something big must have happened! Let’s go see the young prince!”
With Mo Wuxie as their leader, they arrived at the young prince's living room, where he was scratching his head anxiously.
"My noble young prince, why are you so worried?" Mo Wuxie asked knowingly.
The young prince slapped the table and cursed: "My great-grandfather, this old bastard, actually killed someone. Now the whole city is looking for the murderer. Do you think I'm not in a hurry?"
Mo Wuxie pretended to be serious and said, "Then why don't you catch the murderer?"
The young prince sighed and said: "What can I catch who can kill Grandpa? If he can kill Grandpa, he can kill me. So what if I find him? Isn't he killed? It's better to just stay here.
At home, beg dad to let me participate in this qualifying competition!"
Naturally, his words were not recognized by Mo Wuxie. This guy was just greedy for life and afraid of death. This grandpa's love was really not worth it. He sighed to himself.
Dongfang Boda finally knew the seriousness of the matter, but he didn't know what kind of cultivation this great grandfather was, so he immediately asked Ying: "Little prince, if you don't mind that we are small and weak, how about helping you to find out this murderer?"
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The young prince said nonchalantly: "If you want to check, go and check. I hope you won't meet that murderer!"
After saying that, the young prince was trembling all over, as if he had seen the killer chop off his head.
At this moment, a large number of soldiers rushed into the young prince's palace and tightly controlled the entire palace. The elder's face was gloomy and uncertain, as if he was deliberately suppressing something. Behind the elder, there were three martial emperor masters, Judu
Showing sadness.
The young prince didn't know what the elder wanted to do, but seeing the elder's posture, he felt frightened. He asked: "Elder, what are you doing? I am the young prince of the Zhantan tribe. You must pay attention to your identity!"
The elder said coldly: "Young prince? Yes, you are indeed the young prince, but that has to wait until you have passed the adult ceremony! Come on, take down everyone here!"
The young prince took out the accessories, pointed at the elder, and shouted: "This is the prince's palace. I'll kill whoever dares to be presumptuous!"
The elder stared at the young prince's sword with his chest and walked forward. The young prince was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. The elder said: "What? You don't want to kill me? Let me see if you are brave enough!"