Now that the whole city is under lockdown, Mo Wuxie couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
Shortly after his return, Dongfang Boda was released. However, he was carried in and his face was pale.
After Mo Wuxie's diagnosis, Dongfang Boda was seriously injured. It was difficult for him to even take a few steps, let alone escape.
Sure enough, there is an unknown strong person in the Zhantan tribe, otherwise he would not have severely injured Dongfang Boda without making any noise. This shows that the person who hurt him is definitely above Emperor Wu.
"Tell me how you went to the City Lord's Mansion!" He looked at Dongfang Boda with concern.
Dongfang Boda's breath was weak and it was a little difficult to speak, but after Mo Wuxie's simple treatment, he got much better and told the whole story.
Just as Mo Wuxie thought, there was another strong Martial Emperor in the Zhantan tribe, who turned out to be King Zhantan.
King Zhantan had nowhere to express his anger, and he could not kill his own people, so Dongfang Boda's farewell made him think of various possibilities. Therefore, Dongfang Boda found out very tragically that under the ravage of King Zhantan, he
He had no power to resist. Although he was not in danger of life, he was still seriously injured. This was because he considered that killing Dongfang Bo would arouse the anger of Zixuan Sect. Otherwise, Dongfang Bo would have lost his head under his anger.
at.
"Brother, this old guy is cunning and cunning, and the city is very deep. I think we have to deal with it carefully. This time I am unlucky and will have to suffer the consequences of being mute!" Dongfang Boda was unable to resist, and he was unable to resist. He was not dead. The sect
It is impossible for him to fall out with the entire Zhantan tribe just because of him, a martial saint.
Mo Wuxie also understood this truth, so he could only let out a long sigh and said, "You should rest quietly. I didn't expect that Zhan Tan and his party would seriously injure two junior brothers this time. Fortunately, they got revenge!"
After saying that, he returned to his room.
The appearance of Emperor Wu again put some pressure on Mo Wuxie. Of course, he was not afraid of Emperor Wu, but because of his current status, he was unable to exert his full strength. It was obviously unwise to fight King Zhantan as a disciple of Zixuan Sect.
When he entered the God's Tomb, Qu Yuan saw him. Although he pretended to be nonchalant, he could not escape Qu Yuan's wise eyes.
"Have you encountered any problems?" Qu Yuan asked.
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said, "There is a small obstacle. It may take a lot of time to leave Zhan Tan City!"
He recounted the recent events to Qu Yuan again, and Qu Yuan also felt that things were a bit complicated.
"Have you studied the red cannon?" he asked.
Qu Yuan nodded, showing an admiring look, and said: "The red cannon does have terrifying power, and firing it is not complicated. You just need to put the magic core into the cannon chamber, trigger the trigger and fire. In my opinion, if there are seven
For a magic core above level 1, the power of this cannon is still terrifying!"
Even though Qu Yuan's cultivation level was that of Emperor Wu, she found it terrifying, so Mo Wuxie had to let Mo Wuxie re-evaluate the power of the cannon.
"It seems that we need to find some time to get some magic cores. Without magic cores, the red cannon is just a decoration!" He informed the Zhantan tribe of the magic core plan. He believed that the disappearance of the magic beasts in the Apocalypse Mountains was related to the disappearance of the magic cores.
They have an absolute relationship, and there will definitely be no shortage of magic cores collected. It's just where they might be, which makes him a little confused.
Suddenly, he showed an annoyed look and regretted a little. There should be a magic core where the cannon was hidden. Because he didn't expect it and because of time constraints, he didn't look for the magic core. Now it's obviously impossible to find the magic core again.
, no chance at all!
"To find the magic core, I think you have to find a way to enter the military camp, or the hidden artillery point, or the city lord's mansion. You can definitely find the magic core in one of these three places. But the magic core is too precious for the red cannon.
, from my opinion, the hiding place of the magic core should be very secret, and it is still difficult to find it!"
Quyuan analysis.
Mo Wuxie nodded and said, "It would be great if I could go to the Warcraft Forest to hunt a few Warcraft. It's just a pity that this place is still more than two thousand miles away from the Warcraft Forest. It's so completely opposite that it's impossible to do it!" He thought for a moment, and then
Said: "The three places you mentioned are not impossible. From my point of view, it is not impossible to find them!"
Qu Yuan showed interest and asked: "Tell me, what is the solution?"
Mo Wuxie smiled mysteriously, said a few words softly, and left the tomb of the gods.
Fishing in troubled waters, making noises in the east and attacking in the west.
This was Mo Wuxie's plan, in which timing was very important.
He didn't deliberately inquire about anything, and he had no contact with the young prince recently. With King Zhantan's scheming, he believed that as long as he mentioned or heard any sensitive topics, he would be suspected by the old fox King Zhantan.
Three days passed in an instant, and there was no news about the red cannon. King Zhantan felt a little scared. Almost, in these three days, he dug up the entire Zhantan City, and even uncovered details of other tribes and tortured them.
Even after being tortured to death, he didn't get any useful information. His cannon seemed to have grown wings and flew away.
The great elder was trembling, knowing the terror of his son-in-law in front of him. He did not dare to raise his head and said: "Clan leader, the qualifying competition will start in half a month. I wonder if the internal selection competition should also be held.
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King Zhantan was filled with anger and could only suppress it, trying not to burst out, saying: "You can handle this matter. Remember, I want all these little bastards of the Tiger clan to die. If they dare to take my leave,
You still come to participate in the selection competition, obviously you are just demonstrating to me!"
The great elder retired respectfully.
In the past few days, Jiang Li has been extremely depressed. Originally, his father asked him to come to the Zhantan tribe to observe and learn, but he didn't expect that many inexplicable things happened here. The whole city was even closed, and he felt like he was in prison.
Very unpleasant!
He touched his bald head, wondering if something terrible had happened in Zhantan City. However, his wisdom was limited, and even if his bald head had calluses, he could not come up with an idea.
There were more than thirty people in Jiang Li's observation group, all of them were masters of the younger generation in the clan, and there were also some strong men following and protecting them.
At this time, in his room, a middle-aged man was sitting at the coffee table, wiping a sharp steel knife. He looked about forty years old. Of course, these forty years were only calculated according to the age of people on earth.
The average age of ordinary people in Wuhun Continent is relatively long, more than twice that of people on Earth, and the life span of cultivators is more than twice that of people on Earth. Therefore, only they themselves know how old this middle-aged man is.
"Uncle, if this keeps going on, let's leave. This feeling of being in jail makes me very unhappy. I really don't understand what this King Zhantan wants to do? Can't we be put under house arrest?" Jiang Li said dissatisfied.
The middle-aged man is called Jiang Yong, one of the few masters of the barbarians. The strength of Emperor Wu is also bald, which is one of the characteristics of their barbarians. He said: "I think there should be trouble in Zhantan City, but we are now
Don’t worry, let’s see what tricks they play!”
Jiang Li nodded and said, "Then just wait as uncle wants."
He walked around the house erratically, stroking his bald head. He was very impatient. He suddenly yelled and said, "Uncle, I can't stand it anymore. Let's go out for a walk. Maybe there will be a fight!"
Jiang Yong shook his head. This nephew was just restless and a troublemaker. Otherwise, the clan leader would not have let him follow him and look at him.