Soon, an old man with white hair came slowly in a wheelchair.
King Aotian didn't care about the other person's title, he cupped his hands and said: "It really surprises me that you are still alive after so many years."
Speaking of which, the old man opposite is only the eighth level peak, but he is a figure of the same era as King Aotian. Normally, this old man should have died long ago.
But this old man is still alive and well.
"Humph, if you don't die, how can I be embarrassed to die?" the old man said. The relationship between the two parties seemed to be unusual, and he could say anything.
"Of course I'm here to congratulate you for taking your blood pattern to the next level. You can actually engrave it on the human body and condense your potential." King Aotian said with some dissatisfaction: "You could have reached this step more than ten years ago.
But you keep hiding me, you are not enough of a friend."
The old man frowned: "How did you know?"
"How could you not know after seeing it with your own eyes?" King Aotian said calmly: "Mo Yu, he is your grandson."
Brush, the old man who was sitting in the wheelchair suddenly stood up, his brows furrowed. He had only used those blood lines that condensed potential on one person.
This person is Mo Yu.
"How do you know?" The old man couldn't believe it. Mo Yu had died a long time ago. Logically speaking, King Aotian should not know.
If he had known about it a long time ago, he should have come to find him long ago.
The old man naturally discovered Qingxuan and instantly understood the purpose of King Aotian bringing Qingxuan here.
Clang.
King Aotian did not answer, and threw a black gun on the table. The old man frowned even more when he saw the blood gun, and his cloudy eyes were full of doubts.
He didn't understand how this thing could be in King Aotian's hands.
"You must have burned this gun."
The old man said nothing, his brows still furrowed.
Then King Aotian said: "It was the one that broke open your Mo Yu's body and allowed me to see the blood lines in Mo Yu's body."
boom.
The old man was horrified and shouted: "Impossible, this is impossible."
The blood-patterned gun he created killed his most beloved grandson?
Who can accept this result?
But why did King Aotian lie to him?
How did King Aotian know about the blood patterns in Mo Yu's body?
How did King Aotian obtain the blood pattern gun that he gave to the Mo family for use?
There are various signs that King Aotian will not lie to him.
The old man's expression was gloomy, but his brows were furrowed as he stared at King Aotian closely.
"Nearly a month ago, the Mo family killer used this gun to shoot a young man named Mo Tian. Mo Yu blocked the gun for the man, impeding the speed of the bullet and allowing Mo Tian to save his life."
King Aotian answered truthfully.
The old man closed his eyes for a moment, with a sad look on his face. King Aotian continued: "I don't want to care about the Mo family's affairs and I can't care about them. I'm just here to remind you as a friend and to seek an opportunity for my students.
"
"Okay, I agree." The old man said slowly: "I'll give this gun to you as a student. I can't calm down when I look at it."
Hearing this, King Aotian was overjoyed.
…
In two days, Mo Tian ate hundreds of blood feasts, drank several buckets of nutrient solution, and soaked several buckets of medicinal solution.
He was hardly idle these two days, until the evening of the next day, all training stopped.
Mo Tian was sitting cross-legged, with the demon-subduing stick placed on his legs. He exposed his solid chest, and facing him sat the powerful king-conferring man.
This person couldn't calm down, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch every time he looked at Mo Tian.
Now, he only has one belief, that is, time is coming to an end, and I can't bear it anymore.
It was just two days without sleep, and he had to face all kinds of tricky questions from Mo Tian at any time.
Each of these questions hit the mark. At first, he could solve Mo Tian's problems smoothly. As Mo Tian's understanding of stick skills became deeper and deeper, he had to think deeply about every question Mo Tian had.
By now, he was afraid of Mo Tian's questions because he couldn't answer some questions himself.
Got it.
In just two days, Mo Tian mastered the stick skills so thoroughly that his level was no lower than his.
Absolutely, Mo Tian opened his eyes, with a look of satisfaction on his face. It was indeed much better to have someone discuss it than to do it behind closed doors. If he practiced alone, he would not have been able to realize this step in ten and a half months, but it only took two days.
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"Thank you." Mo Tiangong handed over his hand, knowing in his heart that the other party was squeezed to the extreme by him, and he had to digest some problems slowly by himself.
"It doesn't matter." The other party gritted his teeth and said these two words: "If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Before Mo Tian could speak, the man had already fled in panic.
Seeing this scene, Mo Tian also smiled helplessly. In the past two days, he had been forcing himself, and he was also forcing the other party. It was commendable that the other party could do this.
Putting away the demon-suppressing stick, Mo Tian took a bath. There would be a battle tomorrow and he needed a good rest.
…
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and Wuyuncheng was still bustling with activity.
At the same time, after two days of fermentation, a battle has become known to everyone, and many people are extremely looking forward to today's battle.
Before the time came, the arena was crowded with people.
The competition arena should be the only place in Wuyun City where you can do whatever you want. No matter how you fight on the competition arena, you will not be punished even if you kill your opponent.
But once you leave the arena, no one can do anything again.
Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy.
Therefore, these days, there have been constant battles on the competition stage, and the place has become extremely lively.
In a corner of the competition stage, Jin Lian'er stopped here, her face full of anxiety.
This martial arts competition was entirely his brother's will and the family did not allow it.
Two days ago, the family had issued an order not to allow him to spar with Mo Tian.
Jin Lian'er has been looking for her brother, but for two days, she has not found any trace of him, so she has to wait for him here.
"Antique." Jin Lian'er saw the antique and hurriedly stepped forward: "This competition is my brother's personal behavior. The family does not agree. Can you discuss with Mo Tian and cancel this competition?"
Jin Lian'er felt inappropriate after saying this, and explained: "If I could find my brother, I would naturally persuade him to cancel it, but my brother disappeared for two days and I couldn't see him at all. He is the most outstanding young generation of the Jin family."
Yes, once there is any damage, the Jin family will definitely not give up, and Mo Tian is also very important to the military. If there is any damage, the military will definitely hate the Jin family, and this battle will be detrimental to both parties."
"You are wrong." Gu Gu said calmly: "It is against your Jin family, not the military. In this battle, your brother will definitely lose. If he admits defeat at the right time, he will still be alive. If he does not understand the current situation, he will definitely die.
"
Jin Lian'er's face turned pale. She knew antiques too well and didn't want to tell lies.
Saying this represents Mo Tian's confidence.
"If you want to end the competition, you can only find your brother. For the sake of our friendship, I will only say one thing." Gu Gu paused and said, "Mo Tian will not lose."