Chapter 988: Master Mo Wuji
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Eternal Immortal King
- Wan Shi Zhi Yong
- 719 characters
- 2021-01-31 07:24:55
Tang Ao was overjoyed after hearing that this scroll was a map of the Dizang Cemetery. Tang Ao doesn't need the strong counterparts in Hei Yafang City. And not so much protection as surveillance. It's just that Tang Ao didn't understand why this Mingyue Workshop owner would be interested in the refiner. According to Tang Ao's understanding of the Jizo cemetery, the alchemy master in the Jizo cemetery might be able to play some role. As for the craftsman, Tang Ao really couldn't think of any special place in the Jizo cemetery.
Ok? wrong. Tang Ao's thoughts turned and he looked at the scroll suspended in the air. Tang Ao's understanding of the Ksitigarbha cemetery was mostly heard, and almost none of the people who introduced the Ksitigarbha cemetery to Tang Ao had personally visited the Ksitigarbha cemetery. As the saying goes, hearing is fiction, seeing is believing. None of these people have been to the Jizo cemetery, so their news may not be accurate.
The scroll provided by the owner of Mingyuefang was explored and drawn by the people of Heiyafang City in the Jizo cemetery over the years. Compared with the atlas held by Shangguan Wan'er, the scroll of Mingyue Fangzhu is undoubtedly more valuable. Just when Tang Ao was excited about this scroll, an old man with a black robe and beard walked in from outside the crowd.
"Master Mingyue, this scroll old man is also interested. If the old man fights with two little friends, can he get this scroll after winning." The black robe old man's words caused quite a stir, obviously this black robe The old man also has a great status in Black Crow Square.
"Master Mo is a long time old, why bother with the juniors? If you win, don't you have two more lives in your hand?" Mingyue's tone did not fluctuate much, but it is not difficult to tell from her tone that if Mo If Master, Tang Ao and Xue Ding competed with the trial device, Master Mo would probably win.
Tang Ao didn't know who this master Mo was, so Tang Ao asked Yuer in a low voice, "Yu'er, who is this master Mo?"
Yuer's voice was very worried and said to Tang Ao: "Brother Tang Ao, this Master Mo is a master craftsman who has long been famous in the Ice and Snow Plains. Master. Now that three years have passed, the craftsmanship must have improved again. You must not compete with him."
When Xue Ding saw Master Mo, his face became extremely ugly: "Brother Mo, after all, you and I came from the same division. Why bother brothers?" Xue Ding not only didn't want to compete, but also wanted to run away immediately. But Xue Ding knew that if the owner of Mingyuefang did not allow him to leave, he had no means to leave Black Raven City, so he had already sent a message to the people in Shenbing Valley, telling him the matter, Master Li Tianjun.
Xue Ding didn't know when his Master knew about this, so Xue Ding just wanted to delay a little longer so that Master had a chance to save him.
Master Mo did not talk to Xue Ding, but looked at the owner of Mingyue Workshop and said, "The people were killed by the master of Mingyue Workshop. What does it have to do with the old man. Even if the old man defeated them, he did not take their lives."
"Why is Master Mo sophistry? Master Mo also heard the rules I just said. The winner lives and the loser dies." When Mingyue said this, her tone was already a bit cold. She is not a person who likes to talk. She said today. Enough words.
"Well, the old man has participated in this competition." Master Mo sighed and said helplessly. But as for the helplessness, he did it deliberately, only he knew.
"I am also willing to participate." What everyone present did not expect was that after Master Mo decided to take the written test, Tang Ao decided to take the competition without any consideration. Tang Ao's words also made everyone around him very puzzled. They didn't know why Tang Ao had the courage to participate after learning that Master Mo took part in the competition. Could it be that this young man was tired of his life?