After being treated with Mo Wuxie's special potion, all the Iron-blooded team members were full of energy again the next day, and the scars from yesterday seemed to be gone.
The Jagged Team saw Mo Wuxie again, with admiration shining in their eyes.
Originally, they were dissatisfied after being injured yesterday. However, today, not only did they return to their peak condition, but also, because of the potion, their physical fitness was improved again, and even their cultivation levels were forcibly improved due to Peiyuan.
The unstable factors have also been consolidated. It has to be said that their leader has many solutions.
Mo Wuxie was naturally very satisfied with their changes. The Iron-blooded team members had improved, but he did not fall behind either. Just last night, he was successfully promoted to King of Martial Arts!
It takes almost a month. In such a short period of time, a good-for-nothing can ascend to the realm of King Wu in one step, but it takes more than three to five years of cultivation for others. This... this is a monster!
Looking at the Iron-blooded team members who were waiting solemnly before dawn, he cleared his throat and said: "Brothers, today is the time to verify the results of your cultivation over the past few days..."
Inside Moye's study.
Opposite Mo Xie stood a middle-aged man. This man was dressed in white and looked somewhat similar to Mo Wuxie.
The man looked upright and peaceful, but there was anger and dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Mo Xie, A-mei has suddenly changed recently. Wannian Wenyu doesn't know what's going on. The magical effect is slowly declining. If this problem cannot be solved within half a year, A-mei may be in danger of life!" The man clenched his fists and looked coldly.
Holding Moxie.
Mo Xie stood up suddenly and fell down on the chair after a long time. The sudden change made him look much older, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.
"How is this possible? How could Ten Thousand Years Warm Jade slowly lose its magical effect?" A white halo suddenly appeared on Mo Xie's body, which was very unstable. He slapped the table and stood up again, and there was a crackling sound in the whole study.
It seemed as if the air was exploding, and everything in the study immediately shattered into pieces.
The middle-aged man yelled: "If it weren't for you, how could Amei be like this? If anything happens to Amei, I won't let you go. Now, you have to find a way to solve Wannian Wenyu's problem, otherwise, we don't mind
Destroy the entire martial arts empire! Huh!"
After saying that, the man stepped out.
Moye fell down on the chair again.
"Back then, in order to find Wannian Wen Yu, I conquered a martial arts empire. If I want to find another piece..."
Mo Xie clenched his fists, the muscles on his face were twitching, and shouted: "Ying Yi, no matter the cost or any means, I want you to find clues about Wannian Wenyu within two months!"
In a corner of the study, there was a sudden fluctuation in the air, and a man in black appeared. He looked a little blurry, like a shadow of a person.
"As you command!"
The shadow then disappeared into the study room as the air fluctuated.
When Juliet walked in, Mo Xie asked again: "Which spies have been isolated?"
Juliet nodded and said: "Master, they were all put under house arrest half a month ago. What do you think of dealing with them?"
Mo Xie said coldly: "Any changes in Wu Xie must not be known to the royal family, nor to some caring people. You know what to do!"
Juliet made a gesture of wiping her neck, and Moye nodded.
As soon as the middle-aged man left the study, his eyes suddenly lit up and he looked excited.
He saw Mo Wuxie.
"Is this Wuxie? I didn't expect that after eighteen years, we have grown so big. What are so many people doing?"
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and decided to go and have a look!
Mo Wuxie quickly left the Duke's Mansion with the Iron-Blooded Team.
Their speed was very fast, and they arrived at the abandoned yard in just a moment.
"Act according to the original plan and ambush!"
Mo Wuxie waved his hand, and the fifty iron-blooded team members immediately separated. Some went down to the bottom of the well, some lurked in the room, and some lurked in the grass.
These soldiers were already good at planning battles. Now in Mo Wuxie's hands, their advantages were magnified countless times.
Everyone's breathing was deliberately suppressed, slow and long, just like the slight convection of air.
If Mo Wuxie suddenly came in from the outside, he would not have noticed that there was an ambush here if he didn't use his perverted telekinesis power to detect.
The sky is finally bright, and the sun is high in the sky, giving off a warm color.
"Why haven't you come yet? Did those three bastards lie to me?"
Mo Wuxie looked thoughtful.
"These people are not from the right place. Since they didn't come at dawn, they can only come at night!"
He had just checked the surrounding environment and determined that no one had been here, so he came up with this conjecture.
The whole day was spent waiting for them.
Over a long period of time, the Iron-Blooded Team maintained an excellent style, and their lurking remained as peaceful and mysterious as ever.
The sky finally darkened, and late at night, the person Mo Wuxie had been waiting for finally appeared!
There were slight, heavy and uneven footsteps outside.
A man in black jumped up on the wall, looked inside, and landed in the yard.
The man in black clapped his hands, and ten more people crossed the wall.
"Strange, why didn't they come out?" A man in black asked doubtfully.
"Don't worry about that, let's get it done quickly!"
After saying that, a man in black opened the door, and a dozen big men walked in.
A group of two big men carried a stick as thick as a bowl, and tied in the middle of the stick was a large cloth bag, which was uneven from the inside to the outside and was obviously full of things.
After all the Khans entered, the man in black who came in first clapped his hands again, listened, frowned and said: "What are these bastards doing? No. 7, go down and take a look!"
The man in black, named No. 7, jumped into the dry well, but never came out again, not even making a sound!
The man in black frowned, closed his eyes for a while, and suddenly said: "If there is a situation, withdraw!"
After saying that, dozens of men in black were about to climb up the wall.
It's easy to come, but it's hard to go.
At this time, Mo Wuxie stood up from a pile of weeds and laughed loudly: "Now that you've come, let's make peace with it. Let's sit down and talk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron-blooded team who was ambushing all around rushed out quickly like ghosts. They held swords and surrounded a dozen men in black. The big men were so frightened that they sat on the ground and held their heads.
Dare to run but don't dare to shout loudly, the only person in front of them is Iron Six!
Killers tend not to talk too much nonsense with people. Killers who talk too much will die faster.
So, seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black shouted: "Kill!"
The battle started, and the sound of weapons clashing immediately filled the quiet night.
Instead, our eldest young master leisurely gnawed on a piece of dead grass, looking with great interest, as if he was an outsider.
Killers originally had powerful murderous intent. However, in front of Iron Blood, their murderous intent was covered up, and there was only the terrifying aura of battlefield killing in the entire courtyard.
The mysterious light erupted by the Iron-blooded team members immediately illuminated the courtyard, and the sword's light was cold and cruel as it clashed with the assassin's long and narrow sword.
"Eleven martial arts masters, three martial kings, hey, that one should be promoted to martial king soon, right?"