There was a commotion below, and there were even more than a dozen people shooting outward, wanting to escape, the fifth elder suddenly had a gloomy face, and secretly cursed a fool, Mo Jiaer naturally heard it, and glanced at him lightly.

Ignoring the movements of the people in the audience, Mogar stared at Ansel and asked:

"Why?"

"There are already three patriarchs, is it difficult to have another one?"

Mo Jiaer was stunned for a moment, combined with the information of those investigations, everything was figured out in an instant, it seems that the mastermind is not him, someone just borrowed his hand, but a little passive, and a little active, which is hard to say.

Mo Jiaer shook his head helplessly, and asked again, "How many clansmen have you suppressed?"

Anse El smiled bitterly and said:

"I did not use cruel means, those who did not approve were imprisoned in their own castles or residences, and the dozens of people who were strongly opposed or even tried to defect were imprisoned in the prisons, and the other neutrals were left to me. ”

"It means that all the people present are your supporters, or followers!"

"It has nothing to do with them, if the young patriarch wants to punish him, I will bear all the consequences alone!"

"Hmph, you're open, but some people don't think so, don't end up being used as a gunman!"

Ansel frowned slightly, obviously Mo Jiaer's words were deliberately said to several other people on the high platform, he looked up at several elders, his face sank, and he suddenly knew in his heart, and he clenched his fist at Mo Jia again.

Because he couldn't hear the conversation on the high platform, it seemed to Antonio to be a different scene, he thought that Mojiaer was using the identity of the young patriarch to oppress his father, making him constantly smile bitterly, frown, and even make some excessive demands, which made his father's face gloomy, and he was forced to bow down and clench his fists.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, especially the moment when Ansel hugged his fist, he directly pointed at the high platform and shouted:

"Mo Jiaer, don't think that you are great because you are the acting patriarch, why can you sit in that position?

The corners of Mo Jiaer's mouth were slightly upturned, his body leaned forward, and he said with interest:

"Oh, isn't what I've done in the last few months? What do you want?"

"I'm going to fight you alone!

"Don't—" Ansel tried to stop it, but it was too late.

"Then I will fulfill you!"

Mo Jia'er instantly opened his murderous aura, the fireflies were filled, the auxiliary magic was triggered, and the eternal night giant sword was diffused with murderous aura and turned into a blood-red thin sword, and a circle of qi spread around his body, and his figure disappeared.

Antonio's pupils contracted sharply, worthy of being a strong man who had been promoted to a sixth-level warrior for many years, stimulating the battle qi, and actually being able to keep up with Mo Jiaer, who had a full burst of strength, intercepted him in mid-air, the two kept flashing and colliding, the giant sword and the heavy sword collided and rubbed, sparks shot out in all directions, and the overflowing sword qi instantly made the hard ground of the martial arts arena pitted, and dust and gravel flew sideways.

"Blood: Chain Slash. ”

Suddenly, Mo Jiaer stabbed the thin sword downward into the void in the air, and countless blood-colored sword qi appeared, turning into a ball with a diameter of ten meters and enveloping the two of them.

"Triple Peak. ”

Antonio released the ninth-level secret codex, and the wind system battle qi came out of his body, faintly condensing three mountains around his body, which could withstand the cutting of the sword qi, and after seeing that Mo Jiaer's sword qi could not penetrate his own defense, he suddenly snorted coldly.

"Ten Peaks. ”

Seven of the three illusory peaks suddenly overlapped, directly dispersing Mogar's blood chain slash and crushing towards him.

Mogar had to draw his sword back and lay it in front of him.

"Boom"

He was knocked into the air, shot diagonally into the ground, and smashed into a large crater, and before the dust could spread, Mogar disappeared from the pit and appeared in front of Antonio, who was shooting towards him, his pupils contracted sharply, and he struggled to stop his body.

At the same time, Mogar's lips moved slightly, and the gusts of wind elements condensed, condensing a six-meter-long twisted hurricane greatsword above Antonio's head, as soon as he stopped his body, he hurriedly held the heavy sword with both hands, and pushed it towards the hurricane greatsword, and the whole person fell a large section in an instant, and was pressed and continued to fall towards the ground.

Mo Jiaer took a deep breath, pulled a sword flower with the thin sword in his hand, and suddenly cut diagonally upward.

"Blood: Slash"

The product of the combination of murderous aura and the seventh-level secret book 'Red Lian Yan Slash', so far, Mojar's own most destructive move turned into an arc of blood and shot towards Antonio.

His pupils contracted again, his hands were resisting the Storm Greatsword, and he could only use the Mystical Archive to the extreme, conjuring up sixteen peaks to envelop himself.

As a series of clicks passed, the blood-colored arc quickly dissipated, and the seven peaks in front of Antonio slowly cracked, scattering into countless points of light.

He took a deep breath and held up the Storm Greatsword hard, the remaining nine peaks contracted, withstanding the terrifying suction and cutting force of the Storm Greatsword, he withdrew the heavy sword and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Jiaer secretly smiled bitterly, it is worthy of flowing the same bloodline as the Great Emperor, even after 10,000 years, the bloodline is sparse, but he still has a strong talent, and he can't even break through the opponent's defense with the strongest blow he created.

If he is placed in the outside world, he is afraid that he will be able to match the seventh-level warrior and resist the eighth-level warrior a few times without defeat, but it is a pity that he encountered Mojiaer, a monster that cannot be deduced by common sense.

Antonio raised his heavy sword and prepared to strike again, but Mogar lifted his sword to freeze, and Antonio was suddenly frightened, and a circle of blood-colored ripples spread from Mojiaer's body until the edge of the martial arts arena slowly disappeared.

Antonio's eyes widened suddenly, the nine illusory peaks outside his body silently split into upper and lower halves, a circle of blood seeped out from his waist robe, and several elders on the high platform were moved, especially Ansel, regardless of his son's injury, his eyes shone brightly, as if he thought of something.

Mogar retracted his murderous aura, and the thin sword turned into the eternal night giant sword again, and was carried forward by him, he was not surprised by this result, after all, this move was inherited from the bad old man's 'blood channel', and he almost won the seventh-level strength of Barrett in the magma hell island, and Antonio was still a little worse.

He didn't know what level of the 'Blood Channel' belonged to, but he always felt that he hadn't fully exerted his power.

There was silence outside the arena, and Mojar came to Antonio's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"For the sake of your father's contribution to the family, spare your life, don't forget what kind of blood you have in your body, there will be a lot of vicious battles in the next few years, improve your strength as soon as possible!"

"I haven't had my strongest move yet," Antonio said with blood streaming from the corners of his mouth.

"Your real enemy doesn't think so!"

Antonio smiled wryly and fell straight down, allowing his blood to soak his suit and spread to the ground.

The battle between the two lasted only a few minutes, and other clansmen gathered one after another, and when they saw the fallen figure in the center of the martial arts arena, they all consciously stood quietly, and even their breathing dropped a lot.

Mojar glanced at Antonio again, then turned around and slowly walked to the high platform, sitting firmly on the high seat, although his face was young and even a little immature, but the aura on his body was extremely powerful, he didn't nod, naturally no one dared to take Antonio down for treatment.

It wasn't until half an hour later that everyone arrived, and a total of nine elders stood on both sides of the high platform, and Mo Jiaer said in a deep voice:

"You don't need to know who I am, just understand that I am now a young patriarch, and all those under the age of twenty-five are standing in the martial arts arena. ”

No one questioned it, many immature faces squeezed out of the crowd and entered the martial arts arena, the whole process was not a little noisy, orderly, and when the field was stable again, Mo Jiaer nodded and stared at the arena and said:

"I'll just say the next words, you 21 people are the hope of the future Carlo family, so I hope you will remember this day and remember this great purge from within the family! In the next few years, my Carlo family will face countless wars, and we must not spoil this pot of 'good porridge' because of a few mouse droppings. ”

Then he looked around at everyone again, counted them slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"In addition to the members of the Caro family, the rest of the guards, miscellaneous chores, guest secretaries, etc., a total of 135 people, whether you want to or not, from the moment you step into the Caro family, you will be tied to this family, living and dying together!

Suddenly there was a commotion below, and it was obvious that many people were also moved, and Mo Jiaer was still expressionless, adding:

"If you don't want to get involved in the 'war vortex' in the future, you can also break away from the family now, and I will let you leave freely, but... If you leave this door, the prosperity of the family will have nothing to do with you in the future! ”

After speaking, Mo Jiaer closed his eyes, and his strong perception spread, sweeping the faces of all the clansmen, of course, avoiding those strong people above level seven.

When Mo Jiaer opened his eyes again, there were already 82 people standing in the open space on the right, and even three people came out of the martial arts arena, and the Caro family was directly nearly one-seventh less than a part of the population.

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he took one last look at the group of people, waved his hand, and said:

"Dark Hell Pavilion, take all of them down to investigate, find out the reason for the problem, keep it if it's still useful, kill it if it's useless, give 100,000 gold coins to each person if it's okay, and send them away. ”

A group of people on the right suddenly exploded, with sounds of horror, cursing, surprise, cheers, exclamations... One after another.

"Mogar, you bastard, you don't want to die. ”

"Young Patriarch, you promised to let us go!

"I really didn't expect the family to be so good, I can still have 100,000 gold coins before leaving, and I don't have to worry about it in the second half of my life!"

"Young Patriarch, I... I'm not leaving, I'm willing to stay at home..."

"Bastard, I'll fight with you!"

"Thank you, young patriarch!"

......

Seeing that the form was not right, more than a dozen clansmen shot out in different directions, although there were several warriors whose strength had reached level five, but compared to the prison guards whose overall strength was above level seven, it was a little insufficient, and they ran out less than thirty meters, and all of them shot back, smashed heavily into the ground, and passed out.

Then this group of people were taken away from the martial arts arena one after another, until the field fell silent again, Mo Jiaer looked around the high platform, at this time, the strongest strength of the entire Carlo family is Ansel, reaching the strength of the late ninth level, in fact, he is more than six hundred years old, because of his strength, he looks only middle-aged.