Chapter 1120 Huantian, the Fourth Elder of the Tianniu Clan?

And as the pill was swallowed by Mo Wentian, Mo Wentian's appearance changed instantly.

In just a few breaths, Mo Wentian had turned into a disciple of the Tianniu clan with an extremely strong figure, and even his aura was no different from that of a disciple of the Tianniu clan who cultivated his physique.

"Boss, you..."

"Is this really you?"

Looking at Mo Wentian in front of him, a gleam flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he said in surprise.

"it's me!"

"Huantian, it's time to come out and work!"

Mo Wentian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said indifferently.

The next moment, as if thinking of something, an indifferent voice sounded in Wentian Pavilion.

"Boss!"

And as Mo Wentian's voice sounded, Huantian's figure instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Huh……"

"Where's my boss?"

Huantian came out of Wentian Pavilion, opened his round eyes wide, and glanced around, but he didn't see Mo Wentian's figure.

He stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said with a puzzled face.

"The emperor is here!"

An indifferent voice sounded, Mo Wentian looked at Huantian's puzzled face, and a gleam of light could not help but flash in his eyes.

"Boss, you... have you taken the Magic Shape Pill?"

Hearing this, Huantian's eyes fell on Mo Wentian's body, looking at Mo Wentian, Huantian seemed to think of something, and said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Um!"

Mo Wentian just hummed and nodded.

"Boss, your magic pill has a time limit!"

"You asked me to come out, are we going to the treasure house of Mingcheng?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a cold light flashed in Huantian's eyes.

Suddenly, thinking about the treasure house of Mingcheng, looking at Mo Wentian, Huantian said in a deep voice.

"That's right!"

"Huantian, it's time for you to become the Fourth Elder of the Tianniu Clan!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian's handsome face suddenly became serious, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, boss!"

The next moment, Huantian said hastily without the slightest hesitation.

"Buzz..."

Immediately, Huantian's figure flashed, and Huantian's original furry figure disappeared, replaced by the appearance of a middle-aged man.

The breath of the middle-aged man has reached the level of the early emperor.

"Early Emperor?"

"It seems that these old guys of the Tianniu clan have strengthened their strength again!"

Na na murmured to himself, looking at the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe who had been transformed by Huantian in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with an incomparably cold light.

"Boss, let's go!"

The next moment, Huantian looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"Boss, both you and Huantian have become this big man, in front of you, my pressure has increased dramatically!"

At this moment, a figure flashed, and directly got into Mo Wentian's arms, poked his head out, looked at Mo Wentian, and then at Huantian, who had transformed into the fourth elder of the Tianniu tribe, with a look of embarrassment on his face the way.

"Xiao Jiao, you can stay in the arms of the emperor!"

"When you need to make a move, the emperor will let you do it!"

Hearing Xiao Jiao's words, Mo Wentian could not understand Xiao Jiao's thoughts, and said with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He just obediently got into Mo Wentian's arms, but when he got into Mo Wentian's arms, those eyes looked at Huan Tian with a bit of displeasure.

"Huantian, when you arrive at the City Lord's Mansion, explain your purpose directly!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, looked at Huantian, and said in a cold voice.

"Okay, boss!"

Huantian's eyes flashed, and he said hastily.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, the two walked towards the gate of Ming City with their heads held high.

"Meet the Fourth Elder!"

"Meet the Fourth Elder!"

"It is our honor for the Fourth Elder to come to our Ming City!"

...

As Huantian entered the city, one after another figure hurriedly knelt down towards Huantian.

Looking at Huantian, their eyes were full of respect.

"Get up!"

Huantian just glanced indifferently at the Mingcheng disciple who was kneeling on the ground, imitating Mo Wentian's usual indifferent appearance.

"Yes, Fourth Elder!"

"Yes, Fourth Elder!"

...

As soon as Huantian said these words, countless figures saluted slightly and stood up.

"This elder is here to find your city lord, you all go and perform your duties, this elder can go to the city lord's mansion by himself!"

Huantian looked at the figures who stood up, all staring at him, as if waiting for him to speak, coughed lightly, and said indifferently.

As soon as Huantian said these words, countless figures scattered in front of the city gate in an instant.

"Huantian, not bad!"

"Next, let's go directly to the City Lord's Mansion!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian couldn't help nodding his head, and secretly sent a sound transmission to Huantiandao.

"Okay, boss!"

Hearing this, the corner of Huantian's mouth slightly raised, his face was full of joy.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, Huantian walked directly towards the City Lord's Mansion with his head held high.

And behind Huantian, closely following was the figure of Mo Wentian.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Mo Wentian's body was already in the perfect state of a heavenly king, and his aura was no different from that of a disciple of the Tianniu tribe.

After a while, the figures of Huantian and Mo Wentian appeared in front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly opened, and figures came out of the city in an instant.

"Zhang Mingcheng pays respects to the Fourth Elder!"

A figure instantly knelt down in front of Huantian, his voice full of respect.

"Meet the Fourth Elder!"

"Meet the Fourth Elder!"

...

As Zhang Mingcheng knelt down, behind him, countless figures also quickly knelt down.

"Get up!"

"This elder came here this time to find you, the city lord of Mingcheng!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Huantian's eyes fell on the middle-aged man Zhang Mingcheng.

"Find me?"

"The fourth elder came here this time, but what is the important thing?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mingcheng frowned slightly, but it was only for a moment, and it relaxed in an instant.

The next moment, looking at Huantian, his eyes were full of respect.

"You let these disciples all retreat!"

"Let's go to the main hall of your City Lord's Mansion first!"

Huantian glanced around, and the countless Mingcheng disciples coughed lightly and said in a cold voice.

"You all retreat quickly!"

"The main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, no one is allowed to enter without the order of the City Lord!"

Hearing Huantian's words, Zhang Mingcheng was extremely serious in an instant, and said coldly to the disciples in Mingcheng behind him.

"Yes, Lord City Master!"

"Yes, Lord City Master!"

...

Hearing this, the figures retreated quickly.

Suddenly, only Mo Wentian, Huantian and Zhang Mingcheng were left in place.