"Tell me..."

Mo Lingquan rode out of the city directly, found a deserted place, threw Mao Shibayi on the ground, and looked at him indifferently.

"Hmph..."

Mao 18 snorted coldly, did not turn his head, and ignored Mo Lingquan. If he hadn't been pointed, he would have gone straight to him right now.

"There's a limit to my patience, and even if you don't say it now, I have a way to get you to speak. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Mao Eighteen with a calm face.

"Hmph... I also thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect that you were also a thief who peeked into the Liquan gun in the hands of Yue Wangye. If you have the ability, you will kill me, and from me, you will not be able to get what you want. ”

Mao Shibai looked at Mo Lingquan with a sad and angry face.

"Really?"

The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Unless you promise me one condition, even if you kill me, don't try to know a word from my mouth. ”

Just as Mo Lingquan was about to make Mao Eighteen speak, he suddenly spoke.

"Tell me, if you can't make an inch, why not promise you. ”

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly, and looked at Mao Shibai with a cold face, to be honest, he didn't like people to ask him for conditions.

"Rescue Lord Yue..."

Mao Shibai was overjoyed in his heart and immediately spoke.

"Yes..."

Mo Lingquan's face was cold, he didn't need Mao Eighteen to open his mouth, he would do it, after all, even if he was in Yunlan, he had heard of the Great Song Yue Wumu.

However, Mao 18 negotiated conditions with him, but a murderous intent flashed in his heart.

"Let's talk about it, what is the origin of this Liquan gun. ”

Mo Lingquan stood with his hands in his hands, his back to Mao Shiba, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"We were from the same village when we were young. Thirty years ago, we went out together to apprentice and passed by a deserted nunnery.

Out of the nunnery, turn to the back, only to see a wisp of flowing spring in the middle of the mountain, next to a big stone, engraved with 'Liquan Wonders' four big characters, but it is the handwriting of Su Dongpo, a scholar of the Great Song Dynasty.

At that time, Yue Wumu saw that there was a stone cave on the spring, but a big snake head stretched out from the hole, his eyes were shining, and saliva flowed from his mouth, bit by bit, dripping in the water.

So he took a large stone and struck it at the serpent's head. This blow, impartial and crooked, hit the head of the snake just right. I only heard a loud sound, and for a moment, the stars were misty;

The snake's bronze bell-like eyes, revealing golden light, opened a bloody mouth, looking at Yue Wumu rushing into his face, Yue Wumu hurriedly turned his body to the side, let go of the snake's head, and took advantage of the situation to drag the snake's tail, a loud sound, when he looked at it again, where was the snake tail in his hand, but it was a golden gun eight feet long. And when he looked back, the spring had dried up, and there was not a drop of it. ”

Mao Shibai fell into memories and slowly recounted the things that the three of them experienced back then.

"What? You mean the spring has dried up?"

Mo Lingquan was shocked, if this was the case, I was afraid that it was not one of the top ten artifacts he was looking for.

"That's it... Boss, one of the top ten artifacts, the Liquan gun. ”

Taixu's voice suddenly sounded in Mo Lingquan's mind.

"What? So, the Kyushu Spiritual Spring has dried up..."

Mo Lingquan only felt that there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, if the Kyushu Lingquan had dried up, what should he do.

Thinking of this, a monstrous anger suddenly rose in his heart, if it wasn't for the Liquan spear being taken away, why would the Kyushu Lingquan dry up.

"Who told you that the Kyushu Spiritual Spring dried up?"

It's too vain to pout, it really admires Mo Lingquan's imagination, if this Kyushu spiritual spring can also dry up, I'm afraid that the land of Yizhou will completely collapse and cease to exist.

You must know that the spiritual spring of Kyushu is also called the leyline Lingquan, which is the vein and spiritual aperture of the land of Kyushu.

"Didn't you hear him clearly?"

Mo Lingquan was in a very bad mood at this time.

"Don't pull me up, why the hell do you think you're the master?"

Taixu's tone was full of disdain.

"If you don't give me an explanation, believe it or not, I've sealed you. ”

Mo Lingquan didn't bother to argue with Taixu any more, and directly threatened.

"Damn... You use your power for personal gain, and you are more domineering than the dragon boss. ”

Too vain and indignant.

"Sensei nonsense, I want an explanation. ”

Mo Lingquan pursed his lips, unmoved.

"That clear stream exists because of the Liquan gun, it's as simple as that. ”

In the face of Mo Lingquan's threat, it was too vain.

"That's it?"

Mo Lingquan looked surprised, he originally thought that Taixu would say a long speech, but he didn't expect that there would be only one sentence.

"What else do you want? Back then, except for the Dragon Boss who was sealed in the Mo Family's General Court, and the Phantom Sister-in-law was scattered with her spiritual sense, the rest of the nine great artifacts were missing. ”

Tai Xuan pursed his lips and spoke.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Mo Lingquan felt that he was getting more and more confused.

"The artifact has a spirit, and if it does not want to confess the Lord, no one can discover its true colors. Maybe the grass and trees next to you are one of the top ten divine soldiers. ”

He explained weakly.

"I see, it seems that these ten divine soldiers are more difficult to find than the Kyushu Spiritual Spring. ”

After Taixu's explanation, Mo Lingquan understood.

"No wonder Boss Youlong always says that if you want to read, you don't read, these are common sense..."

Taixu couldn't help but complain.

"While going..."

Mo Lingquan felt that he couldn't hold it on his face, he was actually despised by a set of armor and a sword.

"When are we going to go to save Yue Wumu?"

Seeing that Mo Lingquan had his back to him for a long time and didn't speak, nor did he unlock his acupoint, Mao Shibai couldn't help but speak.

"What did you say?"

Mo Lingquan turned his head, despised by Taixu and You Longjian, he was in a depressed mood, but was interrupted by Mao Eighteen.

"You want to go back?"

Mao Shiba's face turned cold, in his opinion, this was after Mo Lingquan got the news he wanted, he repented, and deliberately pretended not to listen.

"What do you mean?

Mo Lingquan frowned, and looked at Mao Eighteen with a cold face. What he wants to do, or what he wants to give, he can take the initiative to give, but he can't be asked for by others, even if he doesn't look down on it at all.

"Hmph... Kill, in the eyes of your group of people, you regard people's lives as grass and mustard, and you are like nothing, and you only have yourself in your eyes. ”

Mao Shibai looked at Mo Lingquan with disdain.

"Remember, what I want to do, even if it is to assassinate the lord of the Great Song Dynasty, I can only do it myself. I'm a person who hates what people ask me to ask me for. It's mine, even if it's not worth mentioning, no one can ask for me. I can only give it to you, and I will reward you. ”

The three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Lingquan's hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and the sword blade listened to the center of Mao Eighteen eyebrows, with a cold face.

"What's the difference?"

Mao Shibai looked at Mo Lingquan with a sneering face, in his opinion, he asked to save Yue Wumu, and Mo Lingquan took the initiative to save it, it was not much different at all, they were all to save it.

(End of chapter)