The news that Li Tianjiang, the speaker of the Liangjiang Public Meeting, was going to hold a grand 50th birthday appeared in various media, and for a time as a major event, it became the object of heated discussion among everyone in Chujiang City.

Since he finished talking on the phone with the mysterious "father-in-law", Li Tianjiang has retried his old confidence, and organized his birthday banquet with great fanfare with red light, and more than 5,000 invitations have been sent out, and all the people in Chujiang City have received the invitations.

"Father, the day after tomorrow will be your fiftieth birthday, and all the invitations have been sent out according to your instructions, and the venue, musicians, and banquets are all in place!

Li Mingsheng stood solemnly in front of Li Tianjiang, with a calm face. Although he was tossed enough by Mo Wentian before, he was busy preparing for his father Li Tianjiang's fiftieth birthday in the past two days, and the fighting spirit that had been a little sunk because of successive setbacks was once again stimulated.

Li Mingsheng had already set a clear goal in his heart, that is, to work hard to successfully take over the Liangjiang Guild on the day of his father Li Tianjiang's fiftieth birthday!

"Well, okay!" Li Tianjiang nodded with satisfaction with a handful of goat whiskers, paused and asked lazily: "What about the kid surnamed Mo, what have you been doing in the past two days?"

Li Mingsheng hesitated slightly and said: "I have always arranged for people to keep an eye on him, but it seems that there are a few masters around him, and our people can't get close!

"Master, pretending to be like that!" Li Tianjiang said nonchalantly: "Let him jump for two more days! When the people from the Luodu Zhou Clan Club arrive, his good days will come to an end! Staring at him for the past two days, as long as he is still in Chujiang, don't provoke him!"

"What? Father said...... Will Grandpa Luo Dugan send someone over there in the next two days?" Li Mingsheng's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he subconsciously asked.

Luodu Zhou's Club, that is the leading boss of the three major underground forces in Luodu! As long as they send someone over, that little Chu Jiang Mo is said to be a Mo Wentian, even ten or eight Mo Wentian will still have to lie on the ground obediently!

The world of the jungle, this is the law of survival. No matter how strong it is on a palm-sized territory, compared with the outside world, it will immediately become

"Well, don't worry! Our Liangjiang Guild gives no less than 20 billion yuan of goods to Luodu every year, and just because of this, Luodu will not sit idly by! I have already spoken to your godfather on the phone, and he will not only send someone over, but he will also be a very important person! I believe that when the time comes, as long as someone stretches out a little finger, that kid surnamed Mo will be wiped out! Hahaha......

As soon as Li Tianjiang thought of Mo Wentian being beaten to the ground and kowtowing to him to beg for mercy, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the wisps of sucking in his heart for days were swept away, and he was instantly energetic, and he looked even more combative than his son Li Mingsheng.

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It is more than 30 kilometers away from the Chu River in the Xianglong Temple of Qingfeng Mountain.

A monk was playing a game, and two young monks in their early twenties and a small Taoist chief stood beside them.

The black and white sons on the plate are criss-crossed, and it is difficult to separate, but on the whole, the white son held by the monk seems to be inseparable.

"I said the old monk Kongyun, you and I have been in this endgame for ten years without a win, and it seems that today is finally coming to an end! That thing, it's time to take it out, right?" The old Taoist fell, laughing and being quite proud.

"Amitabha!" The old monk Kongyun folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and then said lightly: "The King's Sword has been sealed here for a whole long time, and today, its new owner is finally here!

Hearing this, Daoist Wuchenzi was furious, and he flicked his sleeves and pointed at the old monk of Kongyun and said: "Old bald donkey, you don't pretend to be here! Tell you, you will take away the sword of the king for me today, if you don't give it to me, you will still take it away! Don't give me this useless thing again! Thirty years ago, you kept saying that the new master of the sword of kings was about to be born, but so far you haven't seen any great people appear! Acquaintances, take it out obediently! Otherwise, I will burn down your broken temple!"

"Tell you, this Dao Leader has come to retrieve the King's Sword on the order of the Second Elder of the Cabinet! If you dare to disobey, don't say that your old bald donkey and this little bald donkey's life is not guaranteed, even this century-old temple, and it will be turned into ashes!"

The monstrous anger and the murderous aura that covered the sky and the sun instantly enveloped the entire Xianglong Ancient Temple.

Halfway up Qingfeng Mountain, Mo Wentian and Zhou Yingxue were slowly coming towards Xianglong Temple.

The place where Zhou Yingxue specially invited him to come with him turned out to be such a beautiful Xianglong Ancient Temple, which was quite unexpected by Mo Wentian. Fortunately, there was nothing to do in the afternoon, and after returning to Shuyu Hotel to take care of Ye Bingyan, he accompanied Zhou Yingxue here.

Along the way, Zhou Yingxue seemed to have something on her mind. Although he always talked and laughed with Mo Wentian as always, he could feel that the reason why she brought him here should be something to do.

Could it be that this Xianglong Temple, what does it have to do with her?

And this Xianglong Temple seems to have something to do with that rumor, right?

It wasn't until he set foot on the road to Xianglong Temple that Mo Wentian knew where Zhou Yingxue was talking about, and he was still smiling with Zhou Yingxue on his face, but he was secretly thinking in his heart.

"Barbarian, will you be unhappy if I brought you to this place?" Zhou Yingxue also seemed to sense Mo Wentian's silence, hesitated, grabbed his arm, raised his head and asked.

Mo Wentian was held by her arm like this, only to feel that her delicate and boneless body was leaning on her, and she couldn't help but feel a strange throbbing, and she felt slightly cramped. Looking at Zhou Yingxue's delicate face full of expectation and tenderness, she smiled faintly and said: "When you have nothing to do, it is not a good place to go to this place to cultivate your self-cultivation!"

"Self-cultivation?" Zhou Yingxue was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said: "Yes, self-cultivation! But this place is the second time I've come here, and the first time I came, I came with my father ten years ago!"

When she said this, Zhou Yingxue was a little sad and complicated, and once again raised her pretty face to look at Mo Wentian, just met the latter's gaze, and hurriedly lowered her head to avoid it.

"Your father, he ......," Mo Wentian wanted to say and stopped.

When my grandfather was 60 years old, I was seriously ill, and my mother could only accompany me to recuperate in Chujiang, but I couldn't go to Shicheng, and in the end my father went alone, never ......going back."

Zhou Yingxue was gloomy for a while.

"Cher, can you tell me what your father's name is?"

"Huh, you can't find out who my father is...... It seems that this girl is not charming enough to attract your attention completely......"

Zhou Yingxue chuckled and hid away her previous depression, pretending to be very disappointed on her pretty face, and her eyes flashed with a cunning luster, but she didn't answer Mo Wentian's question.

"If you go to Shicheng, you won't go back?Ten years ago?There was no information about him in the intelligence system of the Tiance Army......" This information flashed in his mind, and Mo Wentian nodded thoughtfully.

For Zhou Yingxue, Mo Wentian naturally would not have failed to investigate. On the contrary, as long as it is someone close to Mo Wentian, Du Feng will obtain relevant information through the exclusive intelligence system of the Tiance Army in advance, even if it is too late, he will collect it and present it to him as soon as possible.

Zhou Yingxue is no exception.

However, in the information that Du Feng brought over, Zhou Yingxue's father column was blank, and there was no relationship between her and Martial God Shi Dadang.

The exclusive intelligence system of the Tiance Army is the system with the highest authority and the most complete information in the Xia Kingdom, and there is not even this system, so Mo Wentian naturally did not delve into it further, but just regarded her as an ordinary person.

It wasn't until he came to see Shi Saihua for the first time and met Shi Qianye, the son of the martial god Shi Kangdang, that he knew that Zhou Yingxue was actually the granddaughter of the martial god Shi Kangdang.

It wasn't until today that I heard her say it herself, and I knew that her father was actually the martial god Shi Dang, who went to Shicheng to celebrate his birthday when he was 60th birthday and never returned.

The battle of the gods in the underground world is held every ten years, and ten years ago, it was the last battle of the gods, and the martial god Shi Dangdang, who had already been sealed as a god, naturally participated in the battle to defend the title. Could it be that it has something to do with this?

For a while, Mo Wentian's thoughts flooded in his mind, and he didn't speak again.

On the road, there are few people, only occasionally or birdsong, and there are gusts of wind and waves.

"Barbarian, it's in front, we're finally here!" Giggle...... crawling all the way, Zhou Yingxue, who was an ordinary woman, was naturally tired enough, but she suddenly pointed to the front and cheered, and the look of joy jumped on her face.

Mo Wentian smiled faintly and looked forward.

In the lush mountain forest, an ancient temple stands majestically, although there is no trace, but the momentum is magnificent.

At this moment, an old Taoist with a little Taoist priest hurriedly came down from above, and his face changed slightly after seeing Mo Wentian and Zhou Yingxue, and then he passed by, it was Wuchenzi Old Dao and his apprentice.

At the moment of passing by, a fierce light suddenly flashed in the eyes of Wu Chenzi's old man.

"Huh, when did you start receiving Taoist priests here?" strange ......" Zhou Yingxue sighed, but she didn't care, and immediately turned back to Mo Wentian, who was staring at the backs of the two Taoist priests, one old and one young: "Barbarian, let's go quickly!"

"Don't worry!I'm afraid someone doesn't want us to keep going!" Mo Wentian smiled faintly and shook his head.

"What, are you saying they ......" Zhou Yingxue was stunned when she heard this, and subconsciously looked at the two Taoist priests who had walked out more than ten meters.

Before the words fell, the old Taoist priest, who had already walked away, suddenly rushed towards the two. A pair of iron palms with the sound of whirring wind turned out to be about to take the lives of two people.

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed for three points, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he threw a punch lightly.

"Boom!"

After a muffled sound, Mo Wentian gently blew the back of his hand, but the old man who had no morning "kicked and kicked" a few steps backwards, and then he barely stood still.

Mo Wentian asked lightly: "How can the two of you say that they are also monks and cultivators, and they will kill the killer like this if they don't agree with each other, I'm afraid it's inappropriate, right?"

"Hmph, boy, you are so bold! Dao Ye came by order, but there is an emperor's order! Let you run into it, then I have to blame you for your hard life!" Wu Chenzi Lao Dao took a few breaths, and roared at Mo Wentian.

"The emperor......'s order is here?" Mo Wentian felt a pang in his heart, a thought flashed in his mind, and he was immediately relieved, and said coldly: "I didn't expect the rumors to be true, the two of them are so domineering, I'm afraid they came for the king's sword, right?"

After hearing Mo Wentian say the words "Sword of the King", Wu Chenzi and the little Taoist priest suddenly changed their complexions, and after looking at each other, they both pounced towards Mo Wentian, and at the same time burst into their mouths: "Boy, you know too much, suffer death!"

"Barbarians, be careful!" In Zhou Yingxue's coquettish shout, two Taoist priests, one old and one young, had already stepped forward, each holding a sharp blade that flashed with cold light, and stabbed at Mo Wentian's vital point like lightning.

After the two crisp sounds, the two figures rose into the sky and flew out more than 20 meters in the direction of Xianglong Temple, and then fell heavily on the forest path.

There was a crunch sound, and the two short blades had broken into several pieces and were scattered on the ground.

"Barbarian, that Xianglong Temple...... Xianglong Temple is on fire!"

Zhou Yingxue screamed, but saw a puff of black smoke rising into the sky in the Xianglong Temple.