Yanhuo spoke solemnly, "Master, I'm leaving, but I'm not at ease with your safety." He pondered for a moment, raised his hand and a little in the void in front of him. The rich fire light surged out from his fingertips, condensing into a ball the size of a palm.

Yanhuo's body was quickly and illusory, "This is a magic talisman condensed with 30% of my own strength. It is crushed when necessary and should be slightly resisted. Master, please take care of it."

Swish-

He disappeared.

The Lord of the First Peak looked at the divine talisman floating in the consciousness space and rolled his eyes hard, "Boy Yumo, your back door is too big!"

30% of the power, which is 30% of the power of most of the totems of the Fire Worship that are comparable to those of the peak powerhouses of creation, and is integrated into a divine talisman at one time.

Big deal, luxurious hand!

Of course, the power is absolutely satisfactory. Even if the existence of the Creation Realm is hit by the front, it will have to escape seven or eight layers of skin even if it does not die.

Mo Yu smiled, "Master, I think we should tell you honestly, did he recognize the wrong person?"

The Lord of the First Peak curled his lips, "I haven't found any leisure and leisure to be abused yet. Such an opportunity is really unprecedented!"

As he spoke, his expression gradually became solemn.

Mo Yu was silent and said slowly: "Master, can we have a good talk?"

"Yes, but you'll have to wait for you to handle the trouble outside first." The Lord of the First Peak stepped back and disappeared into the consciousness space.

The next moment, Mo Yu opened his eyes and looked forward indifferently.

A group of monks came over with bad expressions. The leader was Lieyanbu Badan, with a cold eyes and a sneer on the corners of their mouths.

"Yuanling, I said we will see you again." The low voice paused for a moment, and Badan made a gesture of invitation, "I give orders to the majority of the Zoroas, you can join us as the outpost, let's go!"

After a quiet surrounding area, the monks in various departments who were resting all retreated out.

The original story has spread to the outside world, so these people naturally know that they have ridiculed the incompetence of the Lieyan tribe without hesitation.

But at this moment, looking at the situation in the field, one by one, could not help but feel cold all over their bodies!

It was a pleasure for a while, but was the Flame tribe easy to meet? This kid is really going to die.

I didn't hear this, but most of the Zoropauses agreed to this matter!

Baza straightened his waist and finally felt a sense of anger in his chest. His eyes looked tight, and he looked like he was useless to kneel down and begged me.

Dare to touch him? You are dead, boy!

Mo Yu had no expression on his face. He might have felt troublesome before because he didn't want to expose too much in advance, but now... the people from the Flame Tribe are really looking for death!

Squinted his eyes, he said lightly: "You want to kill me?"

Bazaar felt stuffy on his chest.

This is different from what he thought, why isn't this kid afraid?

The more painful he begs for mercy, the more he can be happy, and the more he feels angry!

Pretend, wear hard!

His heart was filled with anger, and he grinned, "So what if you want to kill you?"

Mo Yu sighed, "Most of the worship of Zoroastrians are famous. I thought at least it could be fair and strict. It seems that I am thinking too much!"

The monks around were speechless. If Mo Yu hadn't shown some strength, they would have regarded him as a newcomer who had never left the house. Such a stupid word could be said... I'm stupid, I deserved to be killed!

"Hahahaha! Most of the Irrigation Age is connected with my Flame Division. Who do you think you will be directed? Besides, you are a mere monk in the Wild Farm Division, but you have the right to be comparable to my Flame Division! If we want to kill you, you will have to die. No one can save you. Please accept your fate!" Bazaar growled excitedly, his eyes widened and rounded, wanting to see the horror and despair on Mo Yu's face.

But the truth is, he was disappointed again.

Mo Yu was very calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but it made people feel a strong ridicule.

Baza was completely angry!

But before he could speak, he was interrupted by Badan's wave and said in a deep voice: "Okay, don't waste time!"

This matter is not glorious after all, otherwise he would not have found a reason to solve it in a place where no one is allowed.

I have said too much, treating the monks as if nothing is needed is a bit too much, so don’t make any troubles.

"Yuanling, let's go, do you want to disobey the orders of most of the Zoropause?"

Mo Yu glanced at him and said, "Baza, you are much smarter than you, but unfortunately he missed one thing."

After a moment of pause, he spoke lightly, "Most of the Zoropauses are not qualified to order me at all."

The space suddenly calmed down, and all the monks who heard this sentence stared at him, looking like they were terrifying.

This... is... despising most of the Zoroastrians!

Boy, you're so brave!

Badan was stunned and then overjoyed. He was a little worried that today's affairs would cause criticism to lay hidden dangers for the Lieyan tribe, but now he is completely relieved.

If he despises most of the people who worshipped Zoroas, this one is a death sentence, so he has a reason to take action openly, and even if he kills "Yuanling" in public, he will be guilty of being accused of being guilty.

However, on the surface, Badan was very angry, his face was as gloomy as if it was about to drip water. "Yuanling, you dare to be disrespectful to most of the people who worshipped the Fire. Today, I will use my branch bloodline to kill you here instead of most of the people!"

Mo Yu sneered, "Can you represent the majority of the Zoroastrians?"

He dared to speak stubbornly when he died, Badan laughed wildly, "Of course!"

His voice had just fallen, and a roar suddenly rang, "Fart!"

Like a thunder blew up, like a tiger descending the mountain, the majestic momentum hit Badan. He didn't even have time to react, so he screamed and fell and flew out.

Ming, the current patriarch of most of the members of the Irrigation, appeared in the scene at some point, and his face was full of anger, wishing to tear all the idiots from the Flame Division to pieces.

Lord Totem just gave him unconditional orders. Although he did not express his identity, how could he not feel the caution between the lines?

Such a person, he tried every means to get close to him and curry favor, but these idiots from the Flame Tribe actually emerged and took the initiative!

If he annoyed this person, would he suffer from unintentional disaster?

idiot!

A bunch of idiots!

Ming's eyes were full of anger, and when he turned to Mo Yu, he suddenly became full of spring breeze, "This... fellow Taoist, most of my worship of the Irrigation is wrong. If there is any offense, please don't be surprised."

Fortunately, he stopped talking all of a sudden. Lord Totem understood and could not reveal his identity unless this person spoke on his own initiative.

Mo Yu knew it well, but his face remained silent and bowed, "Thank you, the leader of the Mingyan tribe, otherwise I would not be able to survive today."

The dark eyes were covered with cold sweats, and he forced a smile: "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. The private pursuit of revenge by the Flames is a humiliating the reputation of most of the members of the Irrigation, and they are all guilty! A serious crime!"

He looked like he was waiting for instructions, and Mo Yu shook his head, "There is no need to kill people, just don't let me see these people again."

Mingyan shouted angrily, "Did you hear it? Badan, you will immediately lead the monks of the Flame Division to the farthest place. If you dare to show your head, I will break your legs with my own hands!"

Badan looked in pain, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He nodded and turned around and wanted to take people away.

"Wait!" Mingyan said coldly, "Do you know if you thank me? Without fellow Taoists, I will definitely punish you severely, and even such things must be taught!"

"...Yes!" Badan felt in a state of confusion, and he had no idea why this was happening. "Fellow Daoist Yuanling, thank you for your help. Lieyan tribe is grateful."

After saying a word, he felt sad and angry, and he spurted blood from a distance.

Seeing that Mo Yu did not express his feelings, Mingyan waved his hand in disgust, and the members of the Lieyan tribe helped Badan and left in a hurry.

"Chief of the Nether Eyes, thank you for your help. Most of the worshipers are indeed well-known and are as fair and strict as what the outside world says! I admire you, admire you!" Mo Yu said with a smile.

Mingyan hurriedly humbled, "It's all right. Fellow Daoist is here to be a guest at most of my worship service, so there is no reason to be wronged!"

A major turning point in the rise and fall of rabbits, which made the monks around him stunned.

Where did this show come out?

But there was also the one who turned his mind quickly. When his eyes fell on Mo Yu, he showed deep suspicion and awe.

This person is definitely not an ordinary person. Most of the people’s attitude towards worshipping the Zoroastrian is a proof that we really think we are all blind!

After a while of greeting, he was sure that Mo Yu was not angry. Mingyan breathed a sigh of relief and did not disturb him. He bowed back to the front of the team.

Mo Yu ignored many gazes and sat cross-legged. He was anxious to have a serious talk with the Lord of the First Peak.
Chapter completed!