Chapter 1864: Man in portrait

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Chapter 1864: The Man In The Portrait
"Sky Fox!"
"Don't think you're the one who got me involved, you and I are one!"
"Our god-eating world is also one body, one glory and one glory, one loss and one loss!"
Before waiting for Tianhu to finish speaking, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex light, and he quickly interrupted.
"Ask Brother Tian ..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, Tianhu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Mo Wentian said so, Tianhu's heart was extremely grateful.
Tianhu also knew very well that Mo Wentian meant what he said.
Mo Wentian asked her not to have too much psychological pressure.
"The boy in this portrait can't be repaired in the middle of the emperor. Why did he find half of the world of heaven, there is no news of that boy!"
"Yes, logically speaking, it is very easy to find a mid-Emperor ant in the middle of the emperor, but why this boy has no news at all."
"What is this boy about? He actually killed Yu Tianjie's young master, and he can disappear without a trace!"
"It's been a few days, and the boy hasn't heard the slightest news. If it wasn't for the rest of the Heaven Realm's reward for the peerless artifacts and elixir, I really don't want to continue searching!"
"The world master of Yu Tianjie has always been known for his stinginess. He never expected that Yu Hao was dead, but he was generous!"
...
And at this moment, every figure appeared in the place where Mo Wentian was.
There are dozens of these figures.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's soul and soul consciousness unfolded in an instant, and shone toward those figures.
"Thirty people!"
"Cultivation is in the middle of Tianzun!"
At the moment Mo Wentian's soul unfolded, the cultivation of those figures appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
The cultivation of these people is not high, only in the mid-term state of the emperor.
"Right, that portrait?"
"They said to have killed Yu Tianjiejie's son, isn't that Yu Hao?"
"They said, wouldn't it be me who was a boy in the middle of the emperor?"
The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something. In the eyes of Mo Wentian, a dazzling ray of light rose up, the secret way in my heart.
"Boss, who are these people talking about?"
"Why do they have a portrait in their hands?"
At this moment, Xiaoyan's spiritual knowledge unfolded, and the discussion of those figures also fell into Xiaoyan's ears. Xiaoyan's heart raised a doubt and could not help asking.
"You are here waiting for the emperor, and the emperor will go and see!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light, cold voice.
After speaking, Mo Wentian's figure flickered and disappeared.
When it appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure appeared not far from those figures.
"If the person in the portrait is really mine, I won't bother to solve these troubles!"
"Look at who the person in this portrait is before talking!"
There was a whisper in his mouth, and Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a very bright light.
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, his figure flashed, and he turned into an old man.
The old man had gray hair, and even his beard was white. The breath on his body, Mo Wentian will show the original breath of Tianzun.
"Ahem ..."
Immediately, Mo Wentian coughed.
Mo Wentian wants to attract the attention of these people.
Sure enough, Mo Wentian expected that, with his slight cough, and every figure, his expression instantly became alert.
"Who? Come out soon?"
Among the thirty, a figure stood out and said coldly.
"Ahem ..."
"It's old!"
And at this moment, Mo Wentian walked out from not far away.
Reaching out and scratching his beard, the breath on his body was stabilized in the early days of Heavenly Supreme.
"It turned out to be an old man who could not be repaired in the early days!"
Watching Mo Wentian's figure appeared, the man standing up was relieved.
"Ahem ..."
"Lao Shi happened to listen to you just now. What kind of men are you looking for?"
"Who the is in the portrait? Can you let the old man look, maybe he has seen it, and I can provide you with clues!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian thought of his purpose, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, a direct way.
"Old man, just because you're going to enter the coffin right now, can you still see that kid fail?"
"Maybe this, although this old man looks like he is about to enter the coffin, maybe he really has seen the kid!"
"Yeah, this old man's cultivation is just the beginning of Tianzun. Such cultivation, even if we showed him the portrait, could he still grab our credit?"
"Yes, if this old man really has the news of the kid, if he dares to go to Yu Zhenjie, Yu Zhentian, to invite me, we will kill him directly!"
"It doesn't hurt to show this old man, maybe there will be unexpected gains!"
...
With Mo Wentian's remarks, the thirty people instantly talked.
Among them, some warriors were still very defensive against Mo Wentian. What they were preparing for was not Mo Wentian beheading them, but they were worried. Mo Wentian saw the portrait and informed Yu Zhentian of the news.
In this way, the artifacts and elixir are naturally not theirs.
But when their eyes looked at Mo Wentian, Mo Wentian's breath, but Tian Zun's initial state, even if Mo Wentian is going to tell Yu Zhentian the news.
It is easy for them to beheaded.
"Old man, this is a portrait!"
"It doesn't matter to show you!"
"If you know the clues of the boy in this portrait, don't forget to tell us!"
The next moment, among the thirty people, the man who had stood up looked at Mo Wentian and said coldly.
With a wave of the man's hand, the portrait instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
"It's really me!"
"This aftershock is really reluctant to draw a hand and draw my portrait, and I want my information!"
Looking at the portrait, Mo Wentian's eyes rose with a very bright light.
"Old man, how is it?"
"Have you ever seen this kid?"
And at this moment, the man who stood up came to Mo Wentian's side and looked at Mo Wentian, looking cold.
"No!"
Mo Wentian shook his head and said simply.
"Old man, you haven't seen it before. What to see is a waste of our time!"
Upon hearing that Mo Wentian hadn't seen him before, the man who stood up reached out and pulled the portrait from Mo Wentian's hand, and his expression was even more gloomy.
"Old is just trying to see this!"
"Why do you need to be angry at old age?"
Looking at the man, Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed for a moment, a flash of cold mang flashed in his eyes, and his voice became cold.