Ancient Gods

Mo Yang looked at the teahouse owner standing in the distance with a dull look on his face. Mo Yang walked over, then quietly stuffed a banknote into the man's hand, then turned and left.

The cultivators around him kept looking at Mo Yang, and some people also stared at the Ergouzi on Mo Yang's shoulder, talking in low voices from time to time.

"Why are you all staring at me? Have you never seen such a handsome beast?" Ergouzi glared at the audience around him, but no one was afraid of anything at all. Instead, it attracted a lot of discussion.

"This dog is so cute!" a female cultivator said, wanting to hold Er Gouzi in her arms.

Er Gouzi was so excited that his hair almost exploded. He stared at the female cultivator with a pair of big black gem-like eyes and said with claws and teeth: "Little girl, your ideas are very dangerous. Don't have any ideas about me. I don't belong." You, those two hills of yours, I’ll be in a panic if I lie on them!”

The female disciple didn't react at first, but then she looked at Mo Yang with a face full of shame and anger, and said something unknown, and it didn't seem to be a good thing.

"Tsk, tsk..." Mo Yang glanced at Er Gouzi, his forehead was covered with black lines, what a scammer.

"This weird dog looks so cute, but how can he open his mouth like a shameless gangster!" Many cultivators were speechless.

"You learn what you learn from someone. Didn't you hear just now that this guy named Mo Yang stole the elixir from Xianyin Pavilion and even watched Fairy Meng take a bath? He is a shameless person. He has a spiritual pet with him. How can he learn well? If he hadn't been so powerful, I would have gone up to educate him!"

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"Nima..." Mo Yang was a little confused. What does this two-dog nature have to do with him.

Ergouzi was also extremely unhappy at this time. He bared his teeth and claws and said to the cultivators around him: "Your sister is the spiritual pet, and your whole family is the spiritual pet!"

"Look, Gouzi has completely learned this rogue virtue!" As soon as Er Gouzi finished speaking, a cultivator spoke in a low voice.

"Tsk, tsk, I'm afraid this dead dog is not a good thing himself. He can't say a single human word, and he doesn't know what kind of elixir he took to open up his intelligence. That elixir blinded him in vain!"

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Some of them were ordinary people, and Mo Yang didn't bother to pay attention to them, and quickly walked through the crowd and left here.

After leaving the crowd, they found Nie Yun and Bai Fan standing not far away.

"Brother Mo, can I ask a question?" Nie Yun said, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but look at Mo Yang, as if he was sensing Mo Yang's cultivation.

Mo Yang smiled and said, "I wonder what Brother Nie wants to ask?"

In fact, Mo Yang had already made a guess in his mind. Meng Xianyin had noticed before that his cultivation level was not at the War King level. Nie Yun and Bai Fan must have also noticed that, and the third level of the Grandmaster level was the War King. It happened that Mo Mo in the city lord's palace was Nie Yun and Bai Fan were both there when Yang Xiuwei broke through, so they must also be confused about this.

"I would like to ask, what kind of cultivation level does Brother Mo have now?" Nie Yun said after thinking for a moment.

Bai Fan also looked at Mo Yang, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

This flower monk gives people a very strange feeling. Although his style is completely different from that of a Buddhist disciple, his true identity is indeed a genius of the Buddhist sect, and according to the news that Mo Yang heard, Bai Fan's talent Ji Gao is a rare genius in the history of Buddhism.

Mo Yang smiled and asked instead: "Brother Nie, as the chief disciple of Jianshan, I should not be able to hide it from you with my mere cultivation!"

Nie Yun's expression was calm, but he frowned slightly and said: "I remember that Brother Mo made a breakthrough on the spot when he was sparring with Meng Xianyin in the palace of the city lord of Wangyue City. Before the breakthrough, Brother Mo's cultivation level should be at the peak of the third level of the Grandmaster Realm!"

Mo Yang nodded without thinking: "Yes, this is not a secret. Didn't Brother Bai see it at the beginning? Is there any problem with this?"

Nie Yun was a little confused. What he said was very clear. Mo Yang's current cultivation level should be that of a war king. But Mo Yang's question suddenly confused him and he was stunned. , I didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Even though he was in a calm state of mind, he still wanted to swear at this moment. There is no problem. This is a big fucking problem. You should be the King of War, but you are not the King of War. What the hell are you asking...

Even Bai Fan was a little confused, after all, what Mo Yang said was so abnormal.

Mo Yang looked at the expressions of Nie Yun and Bai Fan, and then said as if he was suddenly enlightened: "I understand, what Brother Nie Yun means is that I should be at the War King Realm now, right?"

Nie Yun nodded, then looked at Mo Yang silently, waiting for Mo Yang to explain.

Mo Yang said: "My ideas are too simple. It's easier for me to understand if Brother Nie explains it directly."

Nie Yun was confused again. Is this the end?

Damn it, don’t you understand, what’s the reason?

He glanced at Mo Yang blankly for a few times, only to hear Mo Yang ask with confusion: "Brother Nie, do you have any more questions?"

Nie Yun was stunned for a while and couldn't help but glance at Bai Fan beside him, then looked at Mo Yang again, shook his head and said: "No more!"

He didn't know whether Mo Yang was pretending or if he really didn't hear clearly. After all, Mo Yang's acting style was different from ordinary people, and his thoughts may also be different from ordinary people.

Mo Yang then looked at Bai Fan and said with a smile: "Brother Bai also went to Yaowang Valley to attend the new Yaowang's succession ceremony?"

Bai Fan's face was very calm and he nodded slightly. Although he did not observe the precepts and drank meat and wine all the time, it gave people a very strange feeling. He had an indifferent temperament and did whatever he wanted.

Then Mo Yang didn't say much. There were still a few days before the Medicine King Valley event, and this place was not far from the Medicine King Valley. He was not in a hurry to travel. He planned to find an inn in the town to stay and wait until the time was close before going.

"This bald guy, his pretentiousness is unmatched. Eating meat and drinking alcohol is already a taboo in the Buddhist sect. He looks even more arrogant than those holy women in the holy land. He is pretending to be your sister!" Er Gouzi said in a low voice.

"Boy, this bald kid's cultivation is much stronger than yours, and the Buddhist sect is so indulgent to him, which is enough to show that he has extraordinary talent. Otherwise, according to the behavior of this bald guy, he would have been expelled from the sect long ago. If you are enemies in the future, he must be one of your most difficult opponents!" Er Gouzi spoke, and at this time he rarely showed a serious look.

But after he finished speaking, it said angrily: "But it's not necessarily true. You are the weirdest guy I have ever seen. You have a low cultivation level, but you are full of treasures. You are the shell of the human race, but the core of the gods. You are hard to see through and understand, just like you are simple and violent!"

Mo Yang's face was a little dark, but Er Gouzi was right. Not to mention other people, even he himself didn't understand himself at all.

In the town, there are more and more cultivators. Mo Yang and Er Gouzi live in an inn. Mo Yang stands in front of the window to observe the cultivators coming and going, while Er Gouzi lies on the window sill to comment on the girls coming and going.

"Boy, do you think that person is your saint baby?" Er Gouzi raised a paw with a wretched face and pointed at a middle-aged woman on the street and said.

Mo Yang raised his hand and gave this guy a slap on the forehead, but at this time he noticed a young man who looked like an ordinary scholar, walking silently on the street, accompanied by the crowd.

This person was dressed in white, with a calm expression, and looked around calmly. There was a flute hanging around his waist. Although he looked ordinary, he gave people an indescribable sense of excellence at first glance. Among the crowded pedestrians, it seemed that he could be spotted at a glance.

"This person is a bit strange, it seems that he is not an ordinary person, but there is no trace of cultivation on his body, and there is no trace of true energy fluctuation!" Mo Yang frowned and whispered.

"It does look a bit strange!" Er Gouzi's eyes also shifted from those girls to the young man, and he spoke with a suspicious look.