Mo Daoxian immediately became angry. What does it mean to discuss? He is a saint! What is there to discuss?
Where did this blind guy come from? Suppress him! Wait, I must suppress him! This IQ, suppressing him is for his own good. He will gain wisdom by learning from it, so as not to suffer losses outside.
Therefore, Mo Daoxian said: "I am the Taoist master, what else do we need to discuss?"
After saying that, Mo Daoxian didn't wait for what these people said, and said: "Okay! Get ready to ring the Taoist bell to inform the world."
Mo Daoxian bluntly issued an order that a saint should have the demeanor of a saint. In the past, he was restrained because of the layout, but now that he is back as the king, what else should he care about.
Everyone present was completely speechless as they looked at Mo Daoxian letting himself fly.
Could it be that Mo Daoxian's brain has been damaged by fighting so many Yashengs? Otherwise, why did he say such mindless words?
Are you the Taoist master? Even if you are a saint, you have made great achievements! But compared to the Taoist master's achievements, you can only serve as a foil.
Forget it! He must have been seriously injured, otherwise the Dao Master’s record of killing saints would be so great that no one with a reasonable IQ would seize the throne in this way.
So the elder sent by the Meteor Star Sect thought for a while and said: "Which... I haven't watered the cabbage I just planted yesterday, so I left first."
"Elder Fang, wait for me. The bird card invented by Taoist Master has not been played yet. Let's play a game today!"
"Oh, let's go together, my hands are itchy too!"
"Then I'll leave first. The Dao Sect's law enforcement disciples have made an appointment with me to talk about something. Alas, I don't know if my sect made a mistake, so I'm a little worried."
"Well! Brother Liu, don't we have to make an appointment to try out swordsmanship together?"
"..."
As the elder of the Meteor Star Sect stood up and left, one warrior after another stood up and went with him. In a short period of time, seven or eighty-eight people had walked through the huge hall.
Mo Daoxian's eyes turned green. What was the attitude of these people? They didn't take him seriously at all!
What does it mean to water your own cabbage? What a big deal!
And playing bird cards? What is this? A pastime? You are a sage discussing matters, but you think it is better to play bird cards for fun?
Also, what does it mean for a law enforcement disciple to ask you to talk about something? Marde, I am a great saint, the Taoist Master of the Dao Sect. My status is not as good as that of a law enforcement disciple of the Dao Sect?
That's too much!
Mo Daoxian was furious and was about to use his saintly aura to stop these people and punish them severely.
At this time, I heard the Master of Qi Peak say: "Junior Brother Mo, alas, I will arrange for a doctor to come and take a look at you. You have indeed paid a lot for our Dao Sect."
Mo Daoxian's original movements paused slightly, and he looked at the Qifeng Peak Master in confusion. What did he mean? He was scolding himself for being sick!
The Peak Master of Bamboo Peak also sighed at this time: "Junior Brother Mo, I didn't expect that your obsession is so deep and that you still remember this matter after being injured like this."
"..."
Who was hurt? Only those sub-sages can hurt me?
Yes! It is very troublesome to deal with them, but I have already made a plan. What can they do to me?
No matter how slow Mo Daoxian was at this moment, he still reacted. I'm afraid there was something going on that he didn't know about, otherwise how could these people have such an attitude?
However, what could make them ignore themselves as a saint with great achievements? He is a saint!
After hiding his strength for so long, shouldn't he make countless people's jaws drop and admire him endlessly when he appears?
Why do you feel like you don't take me seriously now?
And he looks like a clown!
Holy man!
Even in ancient times, this was a supreme existence, and no one dared to despise it. But now, what is the attitude of these people?
"Elder Mo, take a good rest. We believe that with your strength, you will recover soon. Now let's go with us to let the doctor take a look."
Some elders also spoke, and they also felt that there was something wrong with Mo Daoxian's brain. Otherwise, it would be impossible to seize the Taoist throne in this way.
They never expected that Mo Daoxian did not inquire about the details and went straight to seize the throne. In their opinion, to seize the throne, you must know yourself and the enemy. It is impossible for Mo Daoxian not to know this news that is known to the whole world.
After all, normal people, if the human race wins the war, they don’t have to ask how they won.
But Mo Daoxian had confidence in Xu Wuzhou's despicable methods and was not surprised when he won, so he didn't ask more about how he won.
This is just like Xu Wuzhou felt that in the situation set by Mo Daoxian, those sub-sages will definitely be solved. Even if there are many sub-sages, Mo Daoxian will definitely win in the end.
This is the confidence the two have in each other.
Mo Daoxian's face turned green and white. He noticed the problem, but the situation was already like this.
So no matter what, he will be strong to the end, so Mo Daoxian said: "Don't you all obey the saint's oracle?"
The words of saints had supreme authority in ancient times, let alone in this era.
He originally thought that with his status as a saint, these people would make concessions. However, at this time, he heard an elder muttering: "The saint's oracle is of no use in front of the Taoist master. The Taoist master even has the Holy Capital."
Beheaded!"
Mo Daoxian's eyes widened for a moment, and he was sure that he was not hallucinating.
What?!
Xu Wuzhou was beheaded?!
Are you kidding!
He is nothing but a true king!
Even if it breaks through, it is still powerful!
Can he kill the saint just like this?
Are you kidding? As a saint! He knows how powerful a saint is! There is a thousand miles between the mighty and the saint!
Now you tell me that you killed the saint? Not to mention where did the saint come from?
Human Emperor? Demon Emperor?
Mo Daoxian felt that the world was unreal. Xu Wuzhou beheaded a saint? What a joke!
But everything in front of him told him that the news was indeed true.
Mo Daoxian looked at everyone again and finally understood why everyone thought he was sick.
Yes, he is a saint, but he may be a saint without a boat. Then who do you think he is?
Even though Mo Daoxian was shameless, he felt ashamed at this moment and wanted to find a place to get in.
Mudd!
Those people just didn't know how to slander themselves as having a mental illness.
Mo Daoxian regretted so much why he didn't ask about the situation before taking action.
"Junior Brother Mo, let's go, I'll take you to see a doctor." Master Qifeng stood up and shouted to Mo Daoxian.
Mo Daoxian glared at the master of Qi Peak, said nothing else, and disappeared into the hall with a leap.
There was only one sentence left: "I am seriously injured, my soul has been damaged, I need to recover from my injuries, please don't bother me."
Mo Daoxian almost gritted his teeth and said this. There was no other way. It was better to be thought that there was something wrong with his soul than to be a joke.
Madhu! What happened to the beheading?
After Mo Daoxian's soul was swept away, he wanted to find Shen Xiang. He had trained the Jiuyao Army. He wanted to ask about the details of that battle.
I don’t believe it! I don’t accept it!
I have unleashed all my ultimate moves as a saint, and yet this bastard Xu Wuzhou can take away my position as Taoist Master!