Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Zhang Zhiwei's face drooped immediately, pretending to be a threat: "Smile again, be careful I'll throw you out."

Lu Jin looked at Zhang Zhiwei suspiciously: "Old Master, what is it?"

Just when Zhang Zhiwei was pondering, thinking about what to say.

Tian Jinzhong said directly: "My brother is worried about how to let Zhang Chulan win."

"Ah?" Lu Jin looked surprised, he didn't expect Zhang Zhiwei to be bothered by this matter.

"Although you, old Lu, took "Tongtianlu" as a reward, it made the young aliens of all factions willing to go all out and thwarted those guys' plans."

"But it is also because of this that many young talents are attracted to participate. Their appearance will greatly reduce the possibility of Zhang Chulan's advancement."

Tian Jinzhong explained the reason for Zhang Zhiwei's frown.

"Hey, good guy, I have done bad things with good intentions."

When Lu Jin heard it, it seemed that this was really the case.

Zhang Zhiwei said softly: "Nowadays, the outstanding young heroes and old men of various factions also understand it. If Zhang Chulan wants to beat these people, I'm afraid it's useless."

"As far as I know, there are several famous young people now. The Zhuge family has Zhuge Qing, and the Huodezong has a little Vulcan, Feng Shayan, the daughter of Feng Zhenghao who will be the leader of the world."

Thinking appeared between Lu Jin's brows, and he thought of some outstanding successors of the great school.

What he didn't see was.

As each name was reported by him, Zhang Zhiwei's face became longer and longer.

"Oh, there is another outstanding young man, Mo Wen from the Temple of Valkyrie."

Lu Jin's eyes were bright and he thought of a person.

"This kid has nothing to say about his character or strength. Even your apprentice Zhang Lingyu may not be his opponent."

"If he also participates, hey, it's really dangerous for Zhang Chulan to advance."

"Cough cough..."

Tian Jinzhong quickly coughed to remind Lu Jin.

Lu Jin looked sideways, and saw Zhang Zhiwei's long face.

"Uh... old heavenly master."

"It's okay, Lao Lu, you are right."

Zhang Zhiwei's expression returned to normal, and he sighed softly: "Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, whether they can succeed or not depends on Zhang Chulan's fortune."

However, he was muttering in his heart.

Lingyu's words are okay, at worst, she will lose her face as a master and just take some medicine before going on stage.

But what should Zhuge Qing and Mo Wen do?

Do you also want the old man to use secret means?

Alas, Huai Yi, Huai Yi, your grandson is just like you, he can really give this old man problems.

.......

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

Because of the Eight Miraculous Skills related to the Jiashen Rebellion.

The emergence of "Tongtianlu".

As a result of this period of time, the originally peaceful world of aliens began to surge undercurrents.

The attitudes of those young aliens who were not interested in Luo Tian Dajiao and only planned to participate changed.

Decided to go all out and compete seriously.

They definitely don't dare to be a celestial master, and they don't think too much about it.

But "Tong Tian Lu" still has many people interested.

After all, who wouldn't want to acquire the eight unique skills that shocked the entire alien world at that time?

As for whether it will become the target of public criticism after getting it.

No one thought about it.

Even if some people think about it, they think that the current situation is governing the world, and they are not afraid of being targeted.

Anyway, get the strength first and then think about other things.

Tianxia Group, lounge.

Mo Wenyi pointed at Wang Bing's forehead, and Zhiyang's finger force circulated in his body, repairing the damaged meridians.

The purple qi in his eyes flashed, and he activated the Fascination Dafa, and the clear and dreamy voice entered Wang Bing's brain.

"Wang Bing, the more time passes, the more you doubt whether Wang Ai has other intentions for you."

"Until you start to doubt whether you are from the blood of the royal family."

"So much so that you secretly go for a paternity test."

"But no matter what the result is, you won't believe the above data, because you always think it's fake."

"If Wang Ai really treats you as an heir, he should be strict with you, just like other families are strict with the cultivation of heirs."

"You will think that the real heir is someone else, and you may be used to block the knife for the real heir."

"Just like now, in order to get Mo Wen's means, Wang Ai asked you to be the bait in person. This is not the behavior that should be done to the heir of the family."

Mo Wen looked at Wang Bing, his low and gentle voice was like a devil whispering.

It turned into countless pitch-black tentacles, grabbed Wang Bing, and pulled him into the bottomless darkness.

Wang closed his eyes and was sweating profusely.

His face was pale, his facial features were twisted together, and he murmured:

"I'm a fake...my grandfather is lying to me..."

Mo Wen looked at him calmly: "Not only Wang Ai is lying to you, but the whole Wang family may be lying to you."

"You are not reconciled, you are angry, and you want to be the real heir, so you have to eradicate all the juniors of the Wang family who are the same age as you."

"In this way, you will have no competitors. Even if you are not from the Wang family, you can only be the future head of the family."

Following Mo Wen's words.

Wang Bing also showed a sinister smile on his face: "Yes... eradicate all opponents..."

Mo Wen continued:

"How to get rid of it? You can't do it yourself, and you can't entrust ordinary forces, because the other party probably won't dare to provoke the Wang family, or report to the Wang family."

"So you thought of a person, a person who has an enmity with the Wang family, Mo Wen, the master of the Martial God Palace."

"He's not afraid of the Wang family, and he won't reveal it even if he knows about it, because you know that Mo Wen would like civil strife in the Wang family."

"So, you find a way to contact him, and work with him to deal with the Wang family and get rid of those juniors."

"These are all your own thoughts."

"When I clap my hands, you forget what I said and just remember we were in therapy."

Snapped!

.......

"Mo Wen, why does my face feel hot every time you treat me?"

in the hallway.

Wang Bing covered the left side of his face and asked with a frown.

Mo Wen explained with a calm expression: "Because I want to speed up the repair process for you and act on your meridians, different symptoms will inevitably appear in your body."

"Is that so?"

Wang Bing looked at Mo Wen suspiciously.

I always feel that the other party slapped me, but I suffer from no evidence.

"Brother Mo, Brother Wang!"

At this time, Feng Xingtong appeared in front of the two of them, and after saying hello, he said excitedly: "Do you know that Zhang Chulan is here!"

"Zhang Chulan?"

hear the name.

Mo Wen frowned slightly.

......

Chapter 110 Scrap!Brother!

I heard Feng Xingtong say that Zhang Chulan is here.

Mo Wen raised his brows slightly, but he didn't find it strange.

He heard from Feng Shayan a few days ago.

On the night when Wang's family came, she called a few people to bring Zhang Chulan back.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lingyu, an old celestial master and high apprentice of the celestial master mansion, also appeared at the same time.

And Wang Qing of the Wang family.

For this reason, Feng Shayan also secretly complained to him, saying that if she went by herself, it would be no one else's business.

To be honest, Mo Wen had no interest in Zhang Chulan.

The origin and flow of Qi body, old agricultural work and so on.

Although Mo Wen was a little curious, he possessed many special skills, so he was naturally not as enthusiastic about the Eight Wonders as others.

So he lacked interest.