Chapter 30 City Lord

"The gentle swordsmanship belongs to the Xuan-level peak swordsmanship. If you want to practice this swordsmanship to the peak, you need to comprehend three artistic concepts!"

"The first is that you take it lightly, and your swordsmanship is inaccurate, it's because your artistic conception is too weak!"

Mo Wentian shook his head and said.

"The artistic conception is too weak!"

Mo Yao was full of doubts.

Take it easy, these moods can only be comprehended by swordsmen who are far away from the sword realm, they are only in the spirit gathering realm, and they are still far away if they want to get in touch!

"You'll understand later!"

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

But the next moment.

A voice came suddenly.

"Master Wentian, the patriarch invites you to go!"

A figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Three elders!"

Seeing the figure in front of him, Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "The third elder, do you know why the patriarch asked me to go?"

"I don't know that either!"

The third elder shook his head slightly, he is the person in charge of the martial arts arena, and he has been observing Mo Wentian for the past three days.

The more he observed, the more the Third Elder felt that Mo Wentian was unfathomable.

Some enlightenment, even he, the elder, was suddenly enlightened when he heard it, which is simply unbelievable.

If it wasn't for seeing that Mo Wentian was still so young, the Third Elder even suspected that Mo Wentian was just an old monster!

"The third elder leads the way!"

Mo Wentian cupped his hands slightly.

"follow me!"

The third elder smiled and nodded, then led Mo Wentian towards the depths of Mo's house.

In a quarter of an hour.

A splendid hall appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

Look at this hall.

Scenes emerged in Mo Wentian's mind. Ever since he didn't awaken his spiritual root, he never came to this hall again!

"Please ask Tiangongzi inside!"

The third elder said in a deep voice to Mo Wentian.

"Thank you!"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wentian entered the hall.

On the main seat of the hall.

There was a middle-aged man sitting there. Seeing Mo Wentian approaching, the man stared straight at Mo Wentian with his eyes!

"boom……"

Following this look, Mo Wentian felt his heart tremble. In Mo Wentian's mind, there was only one divine sword left!

A supreme divine sword rushed towards Mo Wentian.

"Roar……"

For a moment, this supreme sword suddenly increased in majesty and turned into a green dragon. The mighty power of the green dragon shocked the world!

"Break it!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with coldness, Jianxuan in his body suddenly began to move crazily, and the surrounding aura quickly entered Mo Wentian's body!

"Roar!"

The blue dragon was aggressive, as if it was about to devour Mo Wentian, the terrifying majesty made Mo Wentian's body tremble.

"Buzz!"

But at the next moment, Qinglong seemed to be angered by something, the broken sword in Mo Wentian's body suddenly trembled.

A hidden edge disappeared in a flash!

"Aww..."

Then there was a mournful cry, and the green dragon retreated quickly as if it had encountered something terrible!

"Wave……"

Mo Wentian only felt that something was broken, and the coercion that had shrouded his body quickly disappeared!

"very nice!"

The indifferent voice came, and Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the middle-aged man on the main seat again.

The head of the Mo family, the lord of East Sword City, Mo Yizhan!

"Thank you, Patriarch, for the compliment!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath and looked at Mo Yizhan's expression with incomparable dignity.

Sword Master of the Sixiang Realm!

The lord of East Sword City is indeed powerful!

The green dragon just now is the four-image artistic conception that Mo Yizhan comprehended. If Mo Wentian hadn't been determined, he would have been directly shocked by this artistic conception.

"Juling Wuzhong is able to block my sword intent, your determination, it is not an exaggeration to call me the number one member of the Mo family!"

"But your spiritual root..."

Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he felt it just now.

The Qinglong artistic conception that I had comprehended finally retreated inexplicably.

That look.

Seems to have encountered something terrible!

"I don't know why the patriarch is looking for me?"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan and said in a deep voice.

For Mo Yizhan, Mo Wentian didn't have many impressions in his heart. This Mo family's number one powerhouse was only seen by Mo Wentian on the day he accepted his adopted son.

At other times, Mo Wentian didn't see much!

"Wentian, there are three more days before the sword battle will be held!"

Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.

"A battle of swords?"

Mo Wentian paused slightly, according to the perennial rules, the three-year sword fight really only lasted for three days!

"Among my Mo family, only Han'er is a swordsman at the Lijian Realm. In the sword fight, Han'er has a great chance, but the Yuan family and the Qiu family are not weak either!"

"I heard that you got three vermilion fruits. If you can contribute one, my Mo family will definitely not treat you badly!"

At this moment, Mo Yizhan suddenly spoke.

"Contribute a vermilion fruit!"

"Hahaha……"

Mo Wentian burst out laughing suddenly, so he was called here because he was asked to donate a vermilion fruit?

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan, a look of disdain suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"What do you think?"

Seeing Mo Wentian laughing, Mo Yizhan asked with a frown.

"how about?"

Mo Wentian sneered, and then said, "I don't know how the patriarch will treat me well?"

"How can I not treat you badly?"

Mo Yizhan laughed, Mo Wentian, a swordsman in the Gathering Spirit Realm, is not submissive if he uses a little trick!

Think here!

Mo Yizhan's eyes fell on Mo Wentian again, looked at Mo Wentian and said with a smile: "I heard that you like Qingcheng very much, how about this, as long as you hand over two vermilion fruits, I will let Qingcheng marry you." how are you?"

"Hand over two vermillion fruits?"

"Let Mo Qingcheng hand it over to me?"

The smile on Mo Wentian's face became more and more weird.

And Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Wentian, but his face was full of confidence. Mo Qingcheng was a seventh-class spiritual root, and he was also a genius at the peak of gathering spirits.

Letting Mo Qingcheng marry Mo Wentian, a first-class spiritual root, is definitely Mo Wentian's blessing.

"Patriarch, your terms are very attractive!"

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Yizhan, took a deep breath, and then said again: "But unfortunately, I don't like Second Miss!"

"You don't like it?"

Mo Yizhan frowned, then asked in a deep voice, "Then what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Mo Wentian grinned, and then said: "Wentian is very envious of the eldest lady, I don't know..."

"presumptuous!"

Mo Yizhan's complexion suddenly turned cold, the young lady of the Mo family, she is an existence comparable to Mo Tianxiao.

Rumor has it that this eldest lady is only one year older than Mo Qingcheng, but now she is already a core disciple of Sword God Mountain.

Cultivation has already infinitely approached the Four Elephant Realm!

Such an arrogance is the pride of the Mo family, so how can Mo Wentian covet it? Seeing Mo Wentian, Mo Yizhan's eyes were full of coldness!

"Patriarch calm down!"

Hearing this, the third elder hurried forward and said.

In his heart, he secretly broke into a cold sweat because of Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian is so arrogant.

How dare you have thoughts about the eldest lady!

"Why is Patriarch so angry? Patriarch doesn't have what I want, so the three Vermillion Fruits from Wentian will naturally not be given to trash!"

Mo Wentian smiled indifferently, turned around and was about to leave!

"you……"

A coldness flashed in Mo Yizhan's eyes, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes, but it seemed that he remembered something, and the murderous aura in Mo Yizhan's eyes suddenly disappeared!

"It's just a first-class trash. If it wasn't for Tian Xiao's sake, how could the three vermilion fruits be placed in your hands!"

Mo Yizhan's eyes were full of coldness!