Sheshan, although only 199 meters, is already the first peak in the city of sand in the south of the Yangtze River.

Ouyang Mingri's residence is at the highest point of Sheshan, in a private villa called Sheshanju, which is also a place for negotiations.

At this moment, Ouyang Mingri was wearing a white Tang costume and sitting in the pavilion on the top of the hill in the backyard of the villa.

In the gazebo, a circle of tables and cushions made of white marble and jade are arranged.

Each of these things is worth a fortune, and there is no problem at all in buying a villa, but they sit on it and put it in front of them, which is not a waste.

In addition to Ouyang Mingri, Song Minghui and a dozen wealthy men in suits and leather shoes also sat on jade mats, sipping fragrant tea and delicate dim sum under a group of cheongsam měinǚ fúù.

From time to time, a group of people looked towards the entrance of the gazebo with different expressions.

"Can we suppress Master Mo this time?" Mu Hongbin, the new head of the Mu family, looked at it a few times, but he didn't see Mo Fan's figure, and asked worriedly.

After Mu Hongyuan was killed by Mo Fan, the Mu family pushed him to the position of the head of the family in order to fight against the Mo family.

If it was before, he would have been happy.

The position of the head of the Mu family, he dreamed of it, after all, he was the head of the family, not only had rights that he didn't have before, but also had various names.

But now sitting in this position, he always felt a sword hanging over his head, making him fidget.

"Mu Hongbin, you are too unproductive, you have become the head of the family, and you are so timid and afraid, no wonder it is Mu Hongyuan who became the head of the Mu family, not you. Lin Tiancheng, who was somewhat similar to Lin Tianfeng, sneered.

Although Lin Tianfeng is dead, he still looks fearless.

This time, not only did nearly half of Jiangnan's strength support him behind them, as long as Mo Fan dared to touch half of his hair, nearly half of Jiangnan's strength would suppress the Mo family together.

In addition, there are also the two mountains of the Song family, Song Minghui and Old Man Ouyang, what is there to be afraid of.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, but that kid is like a mad dog at all, so it's better to be careful. Mu Hongbin squeezed out a smile and said.

"This, you just put your heart in your stomach, in front of Old Man Ouyang and Mr. Song, that kid still dares to make a mistake?" Lin Tiancheng said with a smile, invisibly patting Ouyang Mingri and Song Minghui for a season.

Song Minghui smiled lightly, his mouth didn't say anything, and his eyes were full of useful brilliance.

The strength of the Lin family was originally similar to that of their Song family, but now the Lin family can only rely on his Song family to survive the crisis, which makes him very happy.

As long as this Master Mo is cleaned up again, their Song family should be the most powerful family in Jiangnan.

Ouyang Mingri's expression was as usual, he gently put down the jade teacup and glanced at Mu Hongbin.

"Hongbin, you put your heart in your stomach today, even if it's a mad dog, you can't go crazy with me. Ouyang Mingri knocked on the jade table and said with a full sense of anger.

It's just a sentence, but it seems to have reassured everyone present.

"See, the old man has spoken, what else is there to worry about, we just wait for that Master Mo to eat deflated. Lin Tiancheng said with a smile.

He put his arms around a cheongsam měinǚ into place on his thighs, and a pair of hands were dishonest.

The eyes of the others lit up, and some of them were as uneasy as Mu Hongbin, and they all raised their glasses to Ouyang Mingri.

"Then I'll leave it to the old man today. ”

"Don't worry, with me, I won't let people continue to mess around in Jiangnan, it's time for Jiangnan to stabilize. Ouyang Mingri raised the purple sand cup, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

A small Mo family, less than a month after arriving in Jiangnan, disrupted the stability of Jiangnan.

If this continues, there will still be a four-legged stand in Jiangnan, and sooner or later it will be the world of the Mo family.

If this Jiangnan becomes the Mo family, then there is still his Ouyang Mingri, and the Mo family, the rat of the bad soup, must be eliminated.

A group of people drank all the tea, their confidence was greatly increased, and they waited for Mo Fan to arrive.

Old Man Ouyang didn't speak, they were still not at ease, after all, this Master Mo had defeated the Lin family by himself.

However, now there is absolutely no problem.

Ten years ago, Wan Tianjue went to Huaxia to defeat the top ten masters in a row, and wanted to gain a foothold in Jiangnan, but the result was also "left" by Ouyang Mingri.

Wan Tian didn't say a word, and he really didn't set foot in Jiangnan.

Old man Ouyang said that it was time for Jiangnan to stabilize, they had been trembling for a few days, and today was probably the time for them to step on Master Mo's kick.

"Well, good days are finally coming. The other boss smiled heartily and followed suitably with a cheongsam měinǚ in his arms, and others around him imitated him.

But after a while, I don't know who shouted.

"It's coming!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw Mo Fan dressed in casual clothes, followed by Liu Yueru, led by a cheongsam měinǚ, walking towards them through the sheep's intestine path of the villa.

Seeing the two of them, the corners of Song Minghui and Lin Tiancheng's mouths curled slightly, and a sneer appeared.

With Ouyang Mingri's tube of chicken blood, the eyes of the others also showed a look of expectation.

"It's finally here. ”

Ouyang Mingri's eyes were slightly blank, his eyes were quiet, and he glanced at Mo Fan with a look of disappointment.

He lived for nearly 100 years, and the prestige and connections he has today are all due to his aura vision.

On the body of ordinary people, there is only a faint white gas.

But for those who are bound to become great things, this piece of white qi is either in the shape of a dragon or a tiger, or it has various colors of purple and gold, and these shapes and colors represent the different achievements of these people in the future.

The people he instructed and supported were all people of this kind of temperament.

However, this Mo Fan has a layer of white gas, not only does not form a climate, but also faintly carries a trace of black qi that represents death.

He knew that the legendary Master Mo was a child less than 20 years old, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

If it weren't for Mo Fan to walk into his villa, he really suspected that this was a tired and half-dead handyman in his villa.

When Ouyang Mingri looked at Mo Fan, Mo Fan glanced at Ouyang Mingri with feeling, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"That old man in white is Ouyang Mingri?" Mo Fan asked.

"Yes, Mr. Mo. Liu Yueru glanced at Ouyang Mingri with fear, nodded and said.

"No wonder there is such a high prestige. Mo Fan said with relief.

This old man used the Qi Hope Technique on him, how could he not see it.

This Wangqi technique is similar to the "Wang" of the doctor's diagnosis, but it is a little different, and mastering the Wangqi technique is equivalent to having an àiguà that knows whether a person can become a climate in the future.

With this means, he can hand over many people who will become a climate in the future, and his prestige will naturally accumulate over time.

However, this kind of small technique couldn't enter his magic eye at all, and any spell he took out was countless times stronger than this Qi Seeking Technique.

"No wonder?" Liu Yueru frowned slightly, looking puzzled, but she still followed Mo Fan to the pavilion.

The cheongsam měinǚ stopped in front of the gazebo, and the delicate figure bowed, revealing a small patch of snow white on his chest.

"Master, Mr. Mo has already brought. ”

As he spoke, many people looked at Mo Fan and the others, and then they all looked at Ouyang Mingri, who was surprisingly quiet under the gazebo.

After a long time, Ouyang Ming only spoke.

"I see, get rid of all that. Ouyang Mingri pointed to the jade table and jade mat reserved for Mo Fan, as well as the set of white jade tea sets. As soon as his words fell, the corners of everyone's mouths in the pavilion raised, and they looked at Mo Fan and smiled.