Su Lao and more than a dozen other clan elders glanced at each other, and they all secretly shook their heads and smiled bitterly. ．

"Three years ago, although Fei'er had no one in his eyes and was full of arrogance, he still had a little awe of his uncle and elders. But now, hey!"

In the face of his own uncle, Mo Fei spoke unceremoniously and without any respect. If you change to these clan elders, I am afraid that the result will not be much different, which is really not a small change compared to three years ago.

Mo Fei categorically refused to come out to compete, but Mo Zheng didn't intend to let Mo Fei go, and glanced at the past coldly: "Now it's me and your father who don't win or lose, if you don't make a move, do you let a few little guys around you make a move?" If they lose, who should they count?"

The father does not distinguish between victory and defeat, and the son continues to fight, as it should be.

The problem is that in front of Xiao Li, the prince of the world, and the five officials of the Alliance States, Mo Fei is worried that once he uses the rune, he is likely to reveal his identity as a rune master.

But if he doesn't use the runes, he is an ordinary person without any cultivation, and if he really wants to participate in the competition, it will definitely be humiliating.

"What should I do? Do you really want to risk revealing the identity of the rune master and snatch the title for my father?"

At this moment, Mo Fei was both distressed and hesitant in his heart.

"Ahem!Mo Zheng, as you just said, since the second generation of our Mo family has not come up with a result, it should be decided by the competition of the third generation. ”

Great Elder Mo Zhai suddenly spoke, it was normal not to help the head of the family, Mo Sheng, but he seemed to be on the side of Mo Zheng, which surprised everyone, and even Su Lao and the others were confused.

The corners of the Great Elder's mouth curled slightly: "Since Fei'er doesn't bother to participate in the competition, then I can only let Qi'er and them try." But it was a contest between the Father and the Father, and the Son and the Son. If Qi'er loses, the person who inherits the title will naturally be Mo Zheng, but if Qi'er wins by luck, it seems that the person who inherits the title can only be Mo Kun. ”

Mo Fei's face changed, and he glared back: "Grandpa, you can say this kind of thing, your skin is too thick, right?" Mo Kun challenged first, but was easily defeated by my father, and he had already lost his qualification to compete. Now, the title is only chosen between my father and Uncle Cheap, so what's the matter with him Mokun?"

Rao was the forbearance of the Great Elder Mo Zhai, but at this moment, his old face was so angry that his face turned red, and he almost didn't catch his breath.

Pointing at Mo Fei from afar, the Great Elder laughed angrily: "Yes, Mo Kun did lose to your father. But you think everyone is blind? If it weren't for your father taking out the ancestral wooden sword, which made Mo Zheng scruple and didn't dare to attack with all his might, your father would have been defeated a long time ago?"

"In order to get the hereditary title, your father and son even used such despicable means, and you kid still have the face to say that others are thick-skinned?"

Mo Fei was stunned, glanced at the ancestral wooden sword in his father's hand, and suddenly sneered: "It turns out that the eldest grandfather suspects that my cheap uncle deliberately released the water because he was worried about damaging the ancestral wooden sword?"

Immediately, Mo Fei rolled his eyes: "Grandpa, you are really true, if you have doubts, you should have said it earlier." ”

The Great Elder pursed his lips and sneered, but Mo Fei's reaction immediately made him puzzled.

But he saw Mo Fei looking at the head of the family Mo Sheng indifferently: "Father, since the eldest grandfather doubts the power of the ancestral wooden sword, why don't you lend the ancestral wooden sword to him temporarily and let him try it himself?"

The head of the family, Mo Sheng, glared at Mo Fei, but Mo Fei didn't dodge this time, and met his father's gaze with a playful face.

Mo Sheng shook his head helplessly, since the huge change three years ago, the more he felt that this kid in his family had changed, becoming more and more mysterious, and even his father was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Mo Sheng picked up the wooden sword in both hands and handed it to the Great Elder Mo Zhai.

The old man picked up the wooden sword in disbelief, weighed it, and made sure that it was the ancestral wooden sword, and then frowned, and glanced at Mo Fei in the crowd with a calm face.

Stretching out two fingers and flicking them lightly on the wooden sword, the doubt in the old man's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the look of shock disappeared in a flash.

Watching from afar the Great Elder suddenly say nothing after flicking the wooden sword, Mo Fei glanced at Su Lao and the others, and frowned impatiently: "Grandpa, His Royal Highness the Prince and all the adults are still waiting, how long do you want to check?"

Xiao Li, the prince of the world, twitched his mouth, and the five officials of the alliance countries sat precariously, as if they didn't care about the movement here.

But at this moment, a voice came from the entourage officials behind Shizi: "Hehe, it's not a matter to wait like this, since the Great Elder of the Mo Family can't check anything unusual, why don't you let the lower officials try it personally?"

Before the voice came out, a middle-aged man dressed in a duchy official uniform, with a plain appearance and a faint smile on his face, had already walked out of the entourage of officials.

Although the tone of his words was inquiring, the middle-aged man didn't even look at Shizi and the others, and appeared in front of the Great Elder of the Mo Family on his own, snatching the wooden sword from the Great Elder's hand.

Gently brushing the sword body with two fingers, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly: "The sword is average, but it is indeed very old." There's a little more fun to it though. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the back of the Mo family's crowd, with a meaningful smile on his face.

In the crowd, Mo Fei was shocked, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, cowering to avoid the middle-aged man's gaze.

"Strange, who is he? Why do I always feel weird when he came out just now?"

"And, what does he mean by that?"

Mo Fei lowered his head, his face was very ugly: "Interesting thing? This person is mysterious, can he really detect the traces left by the power of the guardian talisman from the wooden sword?"

Immediately after, I heard the voice of a middle-aged man in my ears again.

"Your Royal Highness, my lords, the lower officials can be sure that this wooden sword is fine, except for the age, everything else is normal. ”

"However, this wooden sword should have been blessed with some kind of power, and within half an hour, even if it is a divine weapon, I am afraid that it will not damage this wooden sword in the slightest. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man suddenly waved his hand, and with a soft groan came from a group of followers behind Shizi, and in an instant, more than a dozen long swords flew out of their sheaths one after another.

The middle-aged man held a wooden sword, and instantly staggered with more than a dozen long swords flying towards him.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, more than a dozen long swords fell to the ground in unison, and when everyone's eyes shifted from the wooden sword in the middle-aged man's hand, everyone was dumbfounded and had a dull expression on their faces.

Wooden swords are still wooden swords, but those dozen long swords, how is this possible?

The Great Elder didn't seem to react until this moment, shuddered, and couldn't say a word with a calm face.

And Su Lao and more than a dozen clan elders stared at the dozen or so long swords in shock, no, they can't be said to be long swords anymore, just one confrontation, these dozen or so long swords that were still intact just now, at this moment, they were all bent and twisted into shape.

What kind of mysterious power could make an ordinary wooden sword suddenly become comparable to a divine weapon, bending more than a dozen long swords in an instant?

After the middle-aged man did this, he casually threw the wooden sword to the head of the family, Mo Sheng, and then returned to the entourage of the prince of the world as if nothing happened.

Shizi Xiao Li raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth moved, and he didn't say anything, which made Mo Fei's heart even more confused, especially the weird feeling just now, which became more intense.