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

"Mo Wen, Palace Master Mo!"

"Can you accept our interview?"

A man and a woman in black suits came to Mo Wen with joyful faces and said.

And the onlookers who were originally concerned about Zhuge Qing.

After seeing Mo Wen appear.

There was also commotion.

"It's Mo Wen!"

"The Lord of the Martial God Hall, Mo Wen!"

"I've watched all of his games, and they're all crushing victories!"

"I heard that Jia Zhengliang, the dark horse who won the championship, couldn't survive two rounds in front of him, and was rescued by the three of them together!"

"Fuck, is it real or not? That Jia Zhengliang with 12 throwing knives didn't survive two rounds?"

"I heard that he had the title of No.1 of the younger generation before. I thought it was a joke, but it turned out to be true?"

"I wonder if Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu can beat him?"

"Who knows, all the contestants now regard Mo Wen as their number one enemy."

"Mo Wen is so handsome, I like it so much~"

Because Mo Wen showed great strength in both competitions.

Gained a lot of fans directly.

Who doesn't like a boy who is strong and handsome?

Mo Wen didn't expect that he would have fans. His attention was now on the two in front of him.

Looking at a man and a woman in front of him wanting to interview himself.

Mo Wen immediately became interested: "Are you from the Obsidian Club?"

"Yes, can we interview you?"

The bearded man among them asked with a smile.

"of course can."

Mo Wen smiled and agreed, but before they were happy, he said, "But I have one condition."

"Conditions?" The two were a little confused.

"I have admired Ms. Qu Tong, the president of Yaoxing Club, for a long time. I wonder if I can get her contact information?"

Mo Wen looked at the bewildered two with a gentle smile.

"Lian, contact information?" The hooked-nosed woman glanced at the bearded man. The bearded man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, our president has long admired Hall Master Mo and wants to meet you."

Mo Wen's smile became even happier.

"That would be great. I want to see her too, so you can ask."

The two were confused by Mo Wen's smile.

Still, the question should be asked.

"I heard that it took only one year for Dianzhu Mo to create the Martial God Hall, and it has grown to the entire Jiangsu Province, and his strength is extraordinary. Even Yuan Tao, the famous Quanxuan weapon refiner, was defeated by you."

"In the past year, you have made remarkable achievements. You have defeated countless Quan Xings, and even the four madmen who attacked you had no choice but to escape."

The hook-nosed woman is holding a voice recorder, her big eyes just show admiration and curiosity.

"But a year ago, there were no rumors about you in the circle, so did you achieve your current achievements after only being a foreigner for one year?"

After the woman asked this question, the bearded man secretly observed Mo Wen's expression.

Mo Wen discovered the trap in the woman's words, and said with a normal expression: "Your Obsidian Club has good information, and you even know about the four crazy attacks on me."

The hooked-nosed woman smiled slightly, and admitted frankly: "After all, our job at Yaoxing Club is to help strangers who are in trouble. Naturally, we will pay attention to the big and small things in the circle, and we will also collect information."

Mo Wen nodded, which was considered to be her acknowledgment, and then replied with a smile:

"It took me a year to develop the Valkyrie Temple. After all, I met a few noble people to help me."

"As for strength, you treat me as the protagonist of the novel, and I can cultivate to the current level in a year. There has never been such a person since ancient times."

The hook-nosed woman has a clear face.

"makes sense."

Then she quickly grasped the information in Mo Wen's words just now, and asked: "I just heard from Palace Master Mo that no one has been able to cultivate to your current level in a year since ancient times. May I ask the current strength of Palace Master?" Which step is it?"

"Which step?"

Mo Wen smiled, looked at the curious woman and man, and said, "Before answering your question, shouldn't you give me the phone number of your president?"

The hooked-nosed woman was stunned, and the bearded man next to her immediately said, "Of course it's no problem."

Then he reported a series of numbers, and it was the phone number of Qu Tong, the president of Yaoxing Club.

After all, this is not a secret, the most important thing is to find out Mo Wen's strength.

After Mo Wen wrote down the phone call, he nodded in satisfaction.

The bearded man said, "Is this okay? Palace Master Mo."

"Well, then as a condition for answering the second question, can you tell me the address of President Qu?"

Mo Wen said with a smile.

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Chapter 170 This Palace Master Mo Actually Likes Mature Women?

"Uh...President Qu's address?"

After hearing Mo Wen's second request, let alone the woman with the hooked nose.

Even the man with the beard couldn't bear it.

Even if it is admiration, no one asks the other person's home address as soon as they come up?

What's more, it's the address of their president, even in the circle, except for trusted people, not many people know it.

What does Mo Wen want to do?

"Is it difficult?"

Mo Wen looked at the expressions of the two and asked with a faint smile.

"After all, it's the president's private information, and we members don't know it, and even if we know it, we can't easily tell others."

"Don't blame Palace Master Mo."

The bearded man explained calmly.

"However, what did Dianzhu Mo mean when he asked the president's address?" There was a faint blue light in the bearded man's eyes.

Very slight, imperceptible.

Mo Wen's expression was as usual, with a look of longing: "I was fortunate enough to see President Qu's photo in the information in the circle, and it was unforgettable for a while."

"President Qu has the charm of a mature woman. I want to make friends with her."

"Isn't your Yaoxing club running by accepting donations from other people? My Valkyrie Temple can also donate to your club, but I want to have a meal with President Qu."

After hearing what Mo Wen said.

The bearded man and the hooked-nosed woman looked at each other.

How does it look, this Mo Wen seems to like his own president?

Still the charm of a mature woman, do you want to make friends?

It's obviously greedy for my president's body, okay!

However, after being brainwashed by both hands and blue hands, both of them were in an unimaginably peaceful mood.

After being slightly surprised, the bearded man thought for a while: "Master Mo, please wait a moment, I'll make a call."

"Please."

Mo Wen smiled slightly.

The bearded man winked at the hooked-nosed woman, then walked aside to call Qu Tong.

"Hey, President, Mo Wen asked me for your phone number and address."

"address?"

On the phone, Qu Tong's voice was a little surprised.

The bearded man hummed lightly, and looked back at Mo Wen: "He said that he had seen your photo, that he was yearning for the president, and that he was willing to solicit donations from the Obsidian Club and have a meal with you. I think he might..."

He didn't say the last half a word, but the meaning of the bearded man couldn't be more obvious.

Qu Tong was silent for a moment, and then a magnetic laughter came from the phone.

"Give him the phone."

"Yes."

The bearded man responded, walked over immediately, and handed the phone to Mo Wen.

"Our president wants to talk to Lord Mo."

"Oh?" Mo Wen looked surprised, this woman wants to talk to him?

He took the phone, put it to his ear and said, "Hello, is this President Qu?"

"It's me. I heard that Hall Master Mo Wen wants to have dinner with me? Do you want to know my address?"

A smiling, magnetic voice of Miss Yu came from the phone.

With a gentle smile on his face, Mo Wen looked at the two members of the Obsidian Club in front of him: "My behavior may be a bit rude, but I am sincere in wanting to see President Qu."

"I've been thinking about you ever since I saw the photo of the president."