Konoha Projection Magic

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The old man was wearing a gorgeous retro dress, with white beard and white hair, blue eyes and high nose bridge, and a typical Western white man.

The three girls do business in Longcheng. There are often some foreign customers in the store, but when they come in, they just ask the boss by name and look for the boss directly. Others may not know that the owner of the medicine shop is Brother Mo, who is dressed seriously and old-fashioned.

How did the old man know?

"What's the matter with us boss?"

Tang Zhizhi walked forward with a little vigilant. Because the pharmacy business was booming and the supply was sufficient, many people paid attention to it. The dragon and snake were mixed, and the baby was just a day's goal, and the mother of the miracle doctor. Some people have long been looking for the boss behind the store, but the store

The population inside is severe, and no one has ever known the identity of the boss behind the pharmacy shop.

She was very surprised. Why did this old man know that the owner of the pharmacy was Mo Wen, and how did he know that Mo Wen was in the pharmacy?

"I asked your boss to come out. He had a ten-day appointment with others. Now it has been a month since then, and he has not seen him come to the appointment. Do you want to be a turtle with your head? "

The foreign old man said coldly that his trip was coming with the orders of the lady, and he had to see Mo Wen no matter what.

"A ten-day appointment, what is a ten-day appointment?"

A voice sounded from the upstairs, and then Mo Wen walked down with his hands on his back, smiling, and glanced at the old man.

"Don't ask, you won't forget the promise you made with Miss Yaoyu, right? The person who is the most popular in Longcheng is unexpectedly a person who goes back on his word."

The foreign old man frowned slightly, don't ask what this attitude means, is he going to deny it? The ten-day appointment he made in person with the lady. Now that he denies it, the lady will probably be very unhappy, after all, the lady

The only purpose of staying in Longcheng is to clean up this young boy.

"Old man, don't be excited. I have a bad brush. I just have a bad memory. What agreement do I have with your lady? Let me tell you, is there a marriage contract that I don't know?"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, looking like I forgot what I said.

"Dare you teasing the lady?"

The foreign old man's face was cold, and a shocking aura erupted from him. The terrifying aura, Mo Wen felt like the waves of the ocean were coming, extremely terrifying.

Saint level!

Mo Wen felt nervous. This old man was actually a saint-level existence, and he was not an ordinary saint-level. Although his cultivation was not high, he had seen many strong people. The old man was not as powerful as before.

The sucking real person.

Moreover, his aura was only aimed at him, and Tang Zhizhi, who was standing next to him, had no reaction at all, and would not attract the attention of the powerful people in Longcheng. This control is not simple.

The Kuji Zhenren of Tianhua Palace is quite famous in the Senate. He is a cultivator at the peak of the Yuanshen Realm. Such a peak-level existence actually calls Yaoyu Miss, and the following people regard themselves.

Western superpowers call people above the Yuanshen realm as strong people in the holy path. The meaning of transcendence and becoming a saint is different from ordinary people, so they are called saintly existences.

However, the Saint Level is just a rough title. People above this level also have many divisions in realms, which are generally the same as those of Chinese immortal cultivators. However, there are many factions in the Western world. The races are complex, and different factions or races are used in realms. The realm titles are used for different factions or races.

It's different, too.

For example, the blood clan, the holy rank is the level above the marquis. The marquis corresponds to the Yuanshen realm of China, and then upwards are dukes, kings, and emperors...

The priest in the Alliance of Gods is called the sage compared to the Yuanshen realm, and upwards are the saints, the great saints, the holy kings...

Although the names are different, the meanings are not much different. There are three thousand great ways, and in the end they all end up with the same path. Therefore, the realm is not much different.

The foreign old man in front of him was obviously a sage in the Alliance of Gods, with a status respectful ghost-eyed Onmyoji.

"Your Excellency is very good at cultivation, I admire you."

Mo Wen gave in slightly. The person in front of him had a cultivation level that was equivalent to the peak of the Yuanshen realm. He felt that he was far from his opponent, and he was in the Yuanshen realm, and there was a big difference. People who had just entered the Yuanshen realm and the Yuanshen realm were at the peak of the Yuanshen realm.

People are not on the same level at all.

"Don't ask, Mr., there is an old Chinese saying that a gentleman speaks quickly and whip at a horse. Can you not be able to do it without trusting yourself?"

Cardoron said lightly, if it were something else, he wouldn't bother to talk to the young man and just grab it and take it away. But this is a place where he dare not be presumptuous.

"Your Excellency is serious. I am just a common person. How dare I call a gentleman?" Mo Wen shook his head and said, "I was just a casual word at the beginning, and I took it to my heart. Since Miss Yaoyu is so serious, I will be with me.

So what if she fights?"

Such a strong person is willing to be a servant of the demon. The identity and background of this woman is really not simple, but this also made Mo Wen have a hint of interest. He was not on the same level before fighting with the warriors in Penglai Fairyland.

I was a little overjoyed, maybe this woman Yaoyu could give him some surprise.

"It is of course best if you can keep your promise, but it is better to have a day off the next day. Your appointment with the lady will be today."

Cardoron nodded. Miss is not suitable for staying in Longcheng all the time. She cleaned up the kid as soon as possible and left China.

"Let's go." Mo Wen is not a person who is dragging on the mud.

"Brother Mo, can you bring us?" Tang Zhizhi said excitedly. She was also present when Mo Wen and Yaoyu's betting battle that day. She knew the whole story and looked forward to the purpose of Mo Wen and Yaoyu's battle.

Although Su Wan'er and Wang Qian did not speak, they also had hope in their eyes.

"Okay, then I'll bring you with me." Mo Wen did not object.

...

Since learning about some secrets in Penglai Fairyland, Mo Wen has realized the sense of crisis and also understood why the Xiefeng Sect hated him.

That day, after the martial arts conference, Mo Qingtian asked him and told the whole story. He did not expect that the 34th generation leader of the Ming Cult was so powerful that he had upset the Penglai Fairyland. He was not guilty of being guilty.

How many sects have been?

However, the final outcome of that leader did not seem to be very good. After all, the Penglai Fairyland has a long inheritance and is related to the medieval war. On the surface, some simple sects may hide unimaginable amazing backgrounds.

Although the leader of the Ming Cult is a genius with a profound cultivation level, he is said to have reached the peak of the Dou Zhuang Realm, he did not resist it in the end and died hundreds of years ago. Moreover, the demise of the Ming Cult seems to be related to the Penglai Fairyland.

Otherwise, how could a sect that was so powerful that it could be destroyed at that time?

The martial arts arena is the only place in Longcheng where fighting can be fought. All battles are prohibited in other places in Longcheng, but there are rivers and lakes in places where there are people. Warriors from all walks of life gather in Longcheng, so there will naturally be no less grudges, almost every day

There is friction, and the martial arts arena is where conflicts are resolved.

The martial arts world advocates strength, the strong are respected, everything speaks with fists, the winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. Before the battle, both sides will make a treaty with each other, and the loser must abide by the treaty, even if the content of the treaty is the entire defeated.

All of them committed suicide.

No one could ever violate the treaty in the martial arts arena. I thought everyone knew that behind the martial arts are the best playboy in the prosperous Tang Dynasty of Tianhua Palace.

Therefore, when fighting in the martial arts arena, signing treaties is very cautious, and no one will be so stupid that he will force himself to death, unless he has absolute confidence.

"Young Master Mo, you promised someone a ten-day appointment, but you came so late and you were waiting for him."

The demonic language still looks so charming, and he speaks in a coquettish manner. He even deliberately learns the habit of Chinese warriors, calling young and promising young men to be young masters, with an ambiguous expression, and any word can make people imagine.

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"Sister Yaoyu, don't worry, Brother Mo can't let you wait for a long time?" Mo Wen said with a smile, beating the snake and sticking it.

"Brother Mo? They also hope that you can be their brother Mo, but Yaoyu likes strong people. First of all, you must beat me, otherwise you can only be someone else's slave."

Yaoyu's little mouth was slightly raised, and his red and tender lips were bright and tempting, making people want to hold it and eat it.

"Slave? Sister Yaoyu is so good-tasting. It turns out that she likes to play SM, I like it." Mo Wen smiled and glanced at Yaoyu up and down aggressively, especially in a few important parts, deliberately paused for a while.

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"Sign up a treaty."

Yao Yu's expression suddenly became cold, and she turned her face faster than reading books. Although she likes to tease others, she also looks at the partner. People like Mo Wen, who are not afraid of hot water soup and are shameless, will continue to tease her and feel that she is at a disadvantage.

It's still myself.

Now you are told to be arrogant and lose to her and become her slave. It depends on how arrogant you are.

The demon yu looks like a seductive demon on the surface, but his heart is extremely dark-bellied, and he instantly came up with countless ways to torture Mo Wen.

"I believe you all know the rules of the martial arts arena. I am the referee of this martial arts battle. Once the battle treaty is signed, it cannot be changed. You all have thought about it."

An old man came up. He was a veteran of Zhenshan who managed the martial arts arena. He naturally would not take action in person in some martial arts battles, but this time it was different. The martial arts battle involves Mo Wen and the evil words, he doesn't

If you come out in person, ordinary referees may not be able to calm the scene.

"What should you do if you lose?"

The referee looked at the evil words. The treaty of martial arts must follow the common opinions of both parties. If one party disagrees, it will not be established.

"If I am defeated, I will be his woman and never leave her." Yaoyu said lightly. The treaty of fighting naturally came according to the bet of martial arts competition and marriage.

"What should you do if you lose in the battle?" The referee looked at Mo Wen again.

"If I am defeated, I will be her man and never leave her." Mo Wen said with a smile.

The referee felt a little messy in an instant, and looked at Mo Wen and Yao Yu in surprise. What was the situation of these two people? The referee was full of questions. If this battle treaty was established, wouldn't it be that showing love to him? He deliberately

Can't tease him!

"Don't ask..." Yao Yu glared at him, and his eyes slashed at Mo Wen like a knife.

At this time, a large number of people gathered in the audience station of the martial arts arena. Because the battle involves Mo Wen and Yao Yu, it spread in Longcheng almost in the shortest time, and people are constantly rushing to the martial arts arena.

A large crowd flocked to it.

"Puff..." In a corner of the martial arts arena, when Mo Wen finished speaking, Jingxue held a cup of tea in her hand, and couldn't help but spit it out. (^)