Mortals: start with self-created body cultivation

Mo Mansion Guest House.

Following Mo Fengwu's graceful figure, the two of them checked in with their bags.

In the evening, he washed away the dust and had some exchanges. Early the next morning, Han Li formally went to meet with Mo Juren's widow. Xu Qingyang did not interfere and was just thinking about the next plan.

yard.

"Senior Brother Xu, why are you not my father's disciple?"

Mo Caihuan has an outgoing personality, and she is quite interested in Xu Qingyang, who is deep in thought. This man looks very mysterious. Although he looks young, there is no trace of the embarrassment of someone of his age. Standing there, he looks like someone standing alone. Just like his own courtyard, his aura was unquestionable, as if nothing could affect him or move him.

It's hard not to be attractive with this kind of temperament.

In comparison, the black guy looked like a bumpkin from the countryside. He pretends to be mature, but in fact everyone can see that he is nervous and is tired of teasing him.

She lost interest in teasing, so she wanted to change to something more difficult to satisfy her curiosity.

Curiosity killed the cat.

She walked through the flowerbed in the yard, walking briskly, wearing a purple and red skirt and a robe, showing the youthfulness and liveliness that only a girl can have.

He walked up to Xu Qingyang and asked this somewhat preconceived and proud question.

Yes, her father, Mo Juren, has been her pride since she was a child. The Jingjiao Society he founded is dominating Jiayuan City and is spread all over Lanzhou. Everyone says that her father is an unparalleled tycoon. How could she Not proud.

It's just that she asked the wrong person today.

Xu Qingyang came back to his senses and thought for a while: "I guess your father doesn't have that blessing, so he can only accept Junior Brother Han as his disciple."

Mo Caihuan hummed and said, "You are so shameless. You are obviously not lucky enough to be my father's disciple, but you still dare to say that my father is not lucky enough. How can it be unreasonable!"

"Well, you're right!"

Mo Caihuan punched the air and stamped his feet in anger.

She had never met such a difficult man to deal with, and all the previous tricks in her head seemed useless. Just when she was wondering what to do, Xu Qingyang suddenly turned around and looked somewhere outside the hospital.

Mo Fengwu is the benevolent and righteous daughter of Mo Ju.

"Mr. Xu, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to test him. It's just that my adoptive father hasn't come back for a long time. We all want to know his situation as soon as possible."

"We are offended, sir, please understand us."

Xu Qingyang looked around and nodded: "Xu understands your mood, Junior Brother Han will make it clear!"

Mo Fengwu's cheeks turned slightly red when he looked at him, and she curiously asked: "Master Xu, since you are not your adoptive father's disciple, why do you call Senior Brother Han your Junior Brother?"

I know a little bit and don't want to give up.

Mo Caihuan interjected and questioned: "I also heard that he called you Brother Xu in private."

"One is called junior brother and the other is called eldest brother. This means that you two knew each other before you became senior brothers."

"Hurry up and tell me if my father has established another gang outside. He already has a new family. That's why he has left his mother behind and rarely comes back these years. Is that right? Is that so? Please tell me now."

Speaking of the latter part, Mo Caihuan burst into tears.

Grabbing Xu Qingyang's sleeve and pulling it back and forth, Mo Fengwu also showed sadness and a little panic.

Xu Qingyang was in a daze and almost forgot that Mo Juren was killed by him, so he simply fell silent. Han Li was still trying to get antidote, so it was not easy for him to cause trouble at this time.

"Miss Fengwu, can I ask you something?"

After a moment of silence, the two women no longer wanted to press for further questioning, and Xu Qingyang spoke.

Everything is fine. This woman is still able to communicate. By the way, you can also inquire about the traces of the immortal cultivators in Jiayuan City. Mo Fengwu gently wiped away her tears, pulled away the begging Mo Caihuan, and said apologetically: "Master Xu, we were rude just now. Whatever you want to ask, the little girl will tell you everything she knows."

"No, you tell my dad what's wrong first!!"

Mo Caihuan broke away from Mo Fengwu's hand, pushed hard, and stepped forward to grab Xu Qingyang again and question him.

"stop!"

The words were not spoken by Mo Fengwu who was pushed away, but by a large group of people rushing in from outside the courtyard, led by two men and a woman. The woman was the eldest daughter of the Mo family, who was about to marry the counterfeit Mo Yuzhu.

There were two men beside her, one with a simple and honest face, closely guarding Mo Yuzhu.

This person's surname is Yan and his name is Ge, and he is Mo Juren's great disciple.

The other one has a good skin and speaks disdainfully: "You are the companion of the impostor. You dare to pretend to be Wu, and come to the Mo Mansion to eat and drink. You are so audacious. Listen up, you have been captured by everyone now. Madam, if you see through the truth, I advise you to kneel down and surrender immediately. Wu may not care about it and beg for your life. "

"Master Wu, you are so kind and righteous."

"Yes, yes, why should you be polite to this fake? He's already scared out of his wits." The crowd was furious and murderous, vowing to make the person he brought in as a fake look good.

Mo Caihuan was at a loss, and Mo Fengwu's expression changed.

After a little panic, he thought for a moment and realized that something must have gone wrong during the mothers' visit to Han Li.

No matter what the problem was, the current situation was that the mothers had obviously decided to make mistakes and arrest the two of them as liars, so they sent their sisters, senior brothers, and real impostors to come with their troops.

"Mr. Xu"

Mo Fengwu's eyes were unbearable, but she was in a dilemma.

At the exit of the courtyard, Mo Yuzhu pushed aside the senior brother in front of him and stood next to Wu Jianming, with his swords in perfect harmony and a stern look on his face: "Mr. Xu, let go of Caihuan first. I, the Mo Mansion, will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Looking closely, Xu Qingyang's brows furrowed again.

Han Li, something happened!

Although he believed that Han Li would not be easily manipulated by a few women, nothing in this world was guaranteed, so he immediately pushed Mo Caihuan away.

"presumptuous!"

Wu Jianming shouted loudly and drew his sword.

He overacted and took himself completely seriously. He was even more afraid that the two people in front of him would expose his identity, so he stepped forward angrily, preparing to kill him to silence him.

As soon as blood is seen here, the real thing there becomes fake.

Mo Fengwu caught Mo Caihuan. Hearing the movement behind him, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Xu Qingyang.

"careful!!"

Naturally, he was careful about Wu Jianming. Judging from his steps and movements, he seemed to be at the level of a top-notch warrior in the world. He stabbed out with a sword in the air, his posture was cool and sharp, and he deserved a big shout-out.

"Boring~"

However, when the sword edge struck the enemy, there was a sound of metal colliding.

Xu Qingyang grabbed the long sword, twisted it into twists and shattered on the ground. Before Wu Jianming could react, he took a step forward with his left foot, pinched his head with one hand, and kicked hard with his right foot. There was a loud "bang" sound. The body and head were separated, and the remaining body was like a cannon being ejected from the chamber. People and horses were turned upside down wherever they passed.

A large number of people were knocked away, and the castration continued.

"Bang bang bang" continued loud noises. Everyone looked back and saw rows of walls collapsing one after another until the end of the field of vision. Looking at Xu Qingyang again, his five fingers were firmly grasping a complete spine. The scene was outrageous.

The sound of vomiting came and went.