Wang Yinru held Mo Wen in one hand and held Jiang Qinghong in her arms at the same time, walking in front of him majestically.
Mo Wen smiled bitterly and could only follow Wang Yinru with his head down. At least for the next few days, he could only pretend to be this woman's precious son.
Gu Jingman's eyes widened and she looked at Wang Yinru in surprise. What on earth did they want to do when they kidnapped the leader of the Dafang Sect?
Could it be that... Mo Wen, is it true what you just said? They are here to kick the mountain door from the generous faction.
Gu Jingman suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity. It was too exaggerated to challenge others to a sect with just two people!
Moreover, Mo Wen's mother was a bit too strong, reaching the realm of fetal breath! It was a legend to her.
If there is an ancient warrior in the Baodan realm in Gujiabao, he will be able to dominate the Yuntai Mountain area, let alone a strong man in the fetal breath realm.
No wonder Mo Wen was so strong at such a young age, it turns out he had such a powerful mother.
Gu Jingman nodded knowingly. If her mother was so powerful, her son would certainly not be too bad either.
She looked at Mo Wen's back, hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward to follow him, but a figure stood in front of her and pulled her back.
"Don't go with that boy!"
An old man in his fifties with half white hair pulled Gu Jingman, frowned and said seriously.
Those two people obviously came with bad intentions, and if Gu Jingman got involved with them, it would inevitably bring disaster to Yuchi. They were just a small force, and they didn't dare to get into such trouble.
"Third uncle, he is my younger brother." Gu Jingman frowned, thinking that it would be a bit unloyal to not go with Mo Wen at this time.
"Stop messing around. When did you have a younger brother? Why didn't I know? And what's the benefit of following them? With your little ability, you can only be a drag, and following them will be a drag."
The fifty-year-old man glared at Gu Jingman fiercely. This girl is usually quite sensible. How could she be so stupid about this matter? What kind of force is the Generous Sect? It has a good reputation in the ancient martial arts world.
They can crush Gujiabao to death with their fingers. If you offend such a force, you are not seeking death.
"All right."
Gu Jingman thought about it for a moment and nodded. She also found that following Mo Wen had almost no effect.
Mo Wen and the three of them attracted a lot of attention along the way. Jiang Qinghong, who was generously sent to personally "lead the way", naturally attracted a lot of attention.
On both sides of the mountain path, rows of disciples from the Dafang Sect were guarding the path, with one person every ten steps. Those disciples looked at their leader with a look of astonishment in their eyes.
Jiang Qinghong blushed. He had never been so embarrassed. He kept walking up the mountain with his head down, hating Wang Yinru in his heart.
The mountain peak is not high, and the people who can reach it are all martial arts practitioners, so they reached the top of the mountain in a short time.
The Dafang Sect's sect is very large, occupying almost half of the mountain peak. At a glance, there are piles of buildings, all of which are retro buildings. People who don't know better would think that this place is an ancient ruins.
At the end of the stone steps, there is a grand stone gate, which is fifty or sixty meters high. On it are the words "Da Fang Sect", which is full of atmosphere and grandeur.
"Niece Wang Yinru, you are quite promising."
As soon as he walked to the gate, an old voice came from the sect. Although the voice was not loud, it was extremely clear and could be heard from a long distance away, as if he was speaking in his ear.
Before he finished speaking, a white shadow quietly appeared in front of the door.
It was an old man, dressed in white, with white hair and an old face, like an old man whose life span was about to run out and one foot had stepped into the coffin.
His eyes looked at Wang Yinru, with a sharp flash of light, but the power of his eyes was not like that of an old man in his twilight years.
This person is none other than Jiang Quangui, the head of the Jiang family, the most senior person in the Generous Sect, a strong man with the fetal breath realm, and the father of the head Jiang Qinghong.
This person had become famous decades ago and had a high level of cultivation. When he was young, he almost became the head of the Dafang Sect. However, he met Wang Yinru's father, who was also a genius. In this way, he was able to interact with the Dafang Sect.
The position of leader is not destined.
Later, when their generation competed for the position of head, Jiang Qinghong, the powerful son of Jiang, lost to her eldest brother Wang Yucheng again, causing the Jiang family to miss the position of head again.
This person was narrow-minded and held a grudge in his heart, so he secretly retaliated against the Wang family. Back then, her father was murdered by others for unknown reasons and died inexplicably in the mountains behind the sect. When the Wang family found him, he was already a corpse.
It was precisely because of her father's unexplained death that the Wang family lost a strong man in the fetal breath realm to take charge, and then suffered the disaster of annihilation.
Although there is no evidence, Wang Yinru can be sure that what happened back then must be related to this person, because the only person in the Dafang faction who had the ability to kill her father was this person. At that time, Jiang Quangui was a master of fetal breathing, and only he could
To compete with her father, if she sets a trap secretly, it is not impossible to kill her father.
"Don't make any connections. Our Wang family has no relationship with your Jiang family."
Wang Yinru sneered and glanced at the old man with disdain. Before the catastrophe of the Wang family, the five major families of the Generous Sect were indeed as close as brothers and sisters, like a big family. But now she heard Jiang Quangui call her niece, but it was so disgusting.
"You can break through to the realm of fetal breath at such a young age. You are very capable, much better than your father back then."
Jiang Quangui smiled and looked calm, as if he didn't care about Wang Yinru's attitude.
"I only have one purpose when I come back this time, to compete for the 49th generation leader of the Dafang Sect. As a member of the Wang family, the Supreme Elder won't think that I am not qualified, right?"
Wang Yinru lowered her eyes and looked at Jiang Quangui and said calmly.
In the Dafang Sect, if you have the cultivation level of Baodan Realm, you can be called an elder. If you have the cultivation level of Fetal Breath Realm, you are called the Taishang Elder. There are only three Taishang Elders in the Dafang Sect now.
"The Wang family naturally has that qualification, but niece Yinru, don't forget that those who can participate in the selection of the head must be under forty years old. Although you are still very young, you seem to be over forty years old, right?"
Jiang Quangui said calmly, looking at Wang Yinru meaningfully, and then at Mo Wen beside her.
Wang Yinru's purpose is naturally clear to him, but this woman is too naive. It is so easy to seize the position of the head of the Generous Sect? With her alone, she dares to come back to seek revenge, thinking that she will be invincible after breaking through to the realm of fetal breath.
No!
"Of course I don't have that qualification, but my son does. As a member of the Wang family and the only descendant of the Wang family, there should be no one more qualified than him."
Wang Yinru said coldly.
"He is your son? His surname is Wang! He is indeed very young."
Jiang Quangui nodded slightly, and he could naturally see that Mo Wen, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, might really be Wang Yinru's son. Like some big families, if the man has no power and is in a weak position, then the child born to the woman will be very powerful.
It may be the same as the woman's family name, and it is recorded in the woman's family's genealogy.
"However, although the age is suitable, for the selection of the leader, one must have the realm of holding pills to be qualified. Can he have the realm of holding pills?"
Jiang Quangui glanced at Mo Wen and sneered. How could a young man under twenty years old reach the realm of holding elixirs? It would be impossible for him to achieve such an achievement even if he started practicing in his mother's womb.
Although there are young geniuses in the ancient martial arts world who have reached the realm of holding pills when they are less than 20 years old, that kind of people are very rare in the ancient martial arts world. How can Wang Yinru just give birth to a son with such a talent?
Wang Yinru held Mo Wen's hand, smiled and said nothing.
"Old man, you only have two eyes all over your body. How could you tell that I don't have the realm of Bao Dan?"
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and said calmly.
"Old man? He has been rude to his elders at a young age. He is uneducated."
Jiang Quangui's face turned cold when he heard this. Wang Yinru didn't want to give him face, that's all. Because she has the cultivation level of the fetal breath realm. In the ancient martial arts world, those who are masters are teachers, and those with high cultivation levels are seniors, and they are also the same as the embryo.
The realm and status of interest are also similar.
But don't ask a young boy who dared to taunt him and speak rudely to him. He was looking for death.
"Since you said so, I would like to test it carefully to see if you really have the realm of holding elixirs."
Jiang Quangui snorted coldly, and a terrifying coercion suddenly emanated from his body and slammed into Mo Wen, like an invisible wave, turbulent and majestic.
Wang Yinru just stood aside and watched, and did not stop Jiang Quangui's actions. Mo Wen knew how powerful he was, and a powerful Jiang Gui might not be able to defeat him even with all his strength, let alone a little pressure from his momentum.
Under the pressure of Chiang Kai-shek's powerful people, Mo Wen didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, he was leisurely and contented, and looked like he was fine.
"Your pressure is not enough. Get rid of it. Please give me some strength. Do you dare to be stronger?"
Mo Wen spread his hands and looked at Jiang Quangui innocently, as if I was in pain, didn't feel anything, and was begging for pressure and strength.
In fact, Jiang Quangui's pressure is equivalent to nothing to Mo Wen. If it were not the right time to show his strength, he could have rebounded his pressure and surpassed Jiang Quangui in terms of coercion.
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Of course, Mo Wen will not show off his abilities now, otherwise it will not be conducive to future actions.
Poof!
Not far away, a chuckle rang out. As soon as Gu Jingman walked up the mountain, she heard Mo Wen mocking Chiang Kai-shek. She couldn't help laughing. Her cheap brother was always a treasure wherever he went.
Gu Jingman's unbridled laughter frightened the third uncle next to her. Why is this girl getting more and more courageous? Doesn't she know that that person is the Supreme Elder of the Generous Sect, a peerless expert in the fetal breath realm?
, dared to laugh at his jokes, and if the generous faction pursued him afterwards, they might not be able to live with it.
Although the scene just now was indeed funny, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but can he laugh now? Didn't you see that everyone around him was holding it back very hard? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (.)
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