The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

After Old Man Du left, time passed quickly. The next day, Mo Wen had to get up and go to Qibao Glazed Sect. He stood at the gate of the academy and waited for the carriage.

But after waiting and waiting, Mo Wen didn't see anything. After patting his head, Mo Wen remembered that he didn't notify Ning Qing when he left the Sunset Forest. He didn't know where he was playing in the mud now. The big bodyguard was gone, and so was the coachman. .

Standing at the gate of the academy, Mo Wen was confused in the wind for a moment. It would definitely be too late to find Ning Qing now, but if he was late for the Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi might have to think too much. It was really a dilemma.

It happened that a black figure passed by at this time, and Mo Wen's eyes lit up, and he immediately called out to her, "Qing Yi, come here and do me a favor."

Qing Yi, who had just completed the hunting mission and returned to Holy Dao Academy, saw Mo Wen waving to her impatiently, and immediately thought about it. Help, what help? After enduring it for so long, is he finally going to attack her now? .

Feeling anxious, Qing Yi twisted her delicate body and came to Mo Wen, and asked respectfully, "Master, do you need help from my family for anything?"

"You came at the right time. Ning Qing was forgotten by my sister and I in the Sunset Forest. Now I'm going to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Please come with me." Mo Wen said with a smile.

After obtaining the fifth soul ring, Mo Wen's strength can be said to be close to that of a soul saint. However, due to the 100% enhancement of the martial soul's true body, he will definitely not be able to defeat the soul saint. Qing Yi is now a level 72 soul saint, and he can also defeat him on the road. There is a care.

After listening to Mo Wen's words, Qing Yi was obviously a little disappointed and lacked interest. He fantasized for a long time.I didn't expect it to end like this. It was really boring. "Okay, sir, I'll go call Uncle Li to drive the carriage out now."

After saying that, she walked into the Holy Way Academy in Tsing Yi, but the twisting range was not as big as before, and the nature was not very good.

After a while, Li Bo happily drove the carriage out. When people get old, they like the feeling of being needed. It is not good to be idle every day. When I heard that Mo Wen wanted to use the carriage, he hurriedly drove his beloved pony. Got out in the car.

"Chief, get in the car. The old man will drive steadily." Patting his thin body, Uncle Li looked like you can rest assured that I will do the work.

Looking at Uncle Li happily, Mo Wen flattered him again and again, "Uncle Li's skills may be famous all over the country, please excuse me."

What Li Bo likes most is listening to Mo Wen talk. He understands what the old man likes to hear, "Hahaha, of course, get in the car right away. I am the veteran driver."

"Okay, Uncle Li." Mo Wen stood up and entered the carriage. He saw Qing Yi reclining inside, with her exquisite curves on full display.

"Sir, come here and have a rest." There was still the smell of blood on his body. Qing Yi's bare hands turned red and his nails turned black. When he waved them around, he had a strange sense of beauty.

If the soul masters who died in Qing Yi's hands saw it, they would definitely not be able to help but complain. It was obviously a suffocating feeling of death, but where did the beauty come from.

He glanced at Qing Yi angrily, Mo Wen looked at his nose, nose, and heart, and started to meditate cross-legged. He had known him for four years and hadn't made a move. How could he turn into a werewolf just because of a word? He really underestimated him.

The carriage was driving on the official road, running very fast. Mo Wen in the carriage was not affected at all and was always immersed in his own little world.

There was a sudden neighing sound, and the carriage came to a sudden stop. The two people in the carriage did not move at all. The next second they all flew out of the carriage to see what happened.

I saw two strong men standing not far in front, blocking the carriage. Uncle Li stopped the carriage urgently in order not to hit anyone. At this moment, he was wearing rough clothes and was about to yell at the two guys who didn't know how to live or die.

"Uncle Li, you get into the carriage first. These two people are coming for me." Looking at the two people with evil eyes, Mo Wen felt that they were coming for him. He must have discovered that Ning Qing did not follow him, there was only one Qing Yi chose to take action on the road.

As an ordinary person, Uncle Li also understood that an enemy must have come to find him, but Mo Wen was diligent, studious, and gentle. He didn't know where the enemy came from, so he got into the carriage in a daze. He was too old to see anyone dead.

When Uncle Li got into the carriage, Mo Wen took a closer look at the two people in front of him. They were both about 40 years old. Their blood was not very strong. Their real age should be much older than their appearance. One of them was a Soul Emperor in cultivation, and the other was You can't tell, but he is at least a soul saint.

When the two strong men saw Mo Wen coming out, they didn't waste any time. They flashed their soul rings, two yellow, two purple and three black, and two yellow, two purple and two black. It was obviously to hold back the Soul Saint who came from Tsing Yi, and the other one was to kill. Mo asked about the coming Soul Emperor.

Realizing that he had been underestimated, Mo Wen didn't waste any time. He raised five soul rings, two yellow, one purple, and two black, and held the Mo Mei Sword in his hand.

The seven soul rings of the man in green next to him, two yellow, two purple, and three black, rose up, and his hands became more coquettish, with red mist puffing on them.

"You are Mo Wen. You are worthy of being the number one genius in Tiandou. You are already the Soul King at such an age. It's a pity that you offended someone you shouldn't have offended. You will die here today!" Soul Saint is obviously the talker. The martial soul is a heavy lance with black lines wrapped around it, which looks very extraordinary.

Mo Wen plucked his ears impatiently, and then swung his sword to strike. He really had no interest in listening to the enemy's chatter. It seemed that between letting it go and fighting to the death, Xuexing chose the latter. .

"Your master is stupid and doesn't know how to bully the old and not the young. Three years ago, I was able to challenge many soul sects with the soul master cultivation level. Now I can kill the soul emperor with the soul king cultivation level. You guys You really don’t know how to live or die.”

"Hmph!" Soul Saint was very disdainful of Mo Wen's words. Why are you pretending? Isn't it just that your cultivation is faster, your fighting power is higher, and your appearance is more handsome? "What I killed was a genius! Between you and us today, We can only live as one pair, so you should just be desperate mandarin ducks."

Mo Wen was about to take action, but he turned around and found that Qing Yi's cheeks were red, as if he had fallen into some kind of romantic fantasy, and he suddenly became anxious, "Sister, I don't want to die here, what are you thinking about, we fought, we risked our lives!" "

Seizing this rare opportunity, Soul Saint's fifth soul ring lit up, he charged with a heavy gun, and his whole body hit him like a rock.

Unexpectedly, Qing Yi just came back to his senses. His figure was graceful and agile, and he jumped up to avoid the charge. His hands were wrapped in red light, and he formed a handprint and slapped the soul saint's head hard. Then he turned over and landed firmly on the ground. See Not even looking at him, he stared at Mo Wen resentfully.

On the other side, Mo Wen was already fighting with the Soul Emperor. Facing the Soul Emperor with a beast martial spirit, he was not at a disadvantage. He had an additional effect of breaking the army. Each sword could leave a blood mark on the Soul Emperor, just like Like a cat playing with a mouse, it constantly tortures its opponent.

After playing for 3 minutes, Mo Wen stopped, turned around and walked towards the carriage, "Take the soul saint's body and leave quickly. You can still survive if you go back now. In half an hour, you can return to Tiandou." The city will also bleed to death."

Without saying anything more, he received a slap on the head from Qing Yi. The Soul Saint was determined to be hopeless. No matter how hard his skull was, the red mist that penetrated into his brain could destroy his nerves, and he couldn't even be saved.

After being assassinated by Prince Snow Star, Mo Wen was also ready to fight back. Blood for blood and tooth for tooth were always the principles of his life. It was impossible for him to happily stretch his face out for another slap after being beaten.

Seeing that Mo Wen ignored him and went straight to the carriage, Qing Yi was still standing there waiting for praise. He stamped his feet, snorted proudly, and climbed onto the carriage, "Master, are you waiting for me? Really, I have put in so much effort." , I don’t know how to praise others, I’m a bad man.”