Two figures walked towards Mo Yun's side.

An old man with half-white hair, and a young man who looked quite handsome.

Both of them have a very steady breath, and they know the warrior at a glance.

The young man walking behind the old man had a calm face, and he didn't seem very happy.

"Master, Jiangnan Wuda is so weak, and the players in the exchange competition are simply unsightly, why are we still so polite to them. ”

Song Yu thought that his master was so respectful to the gang of Jiangnan Wuda just now, and he was angry.

Isn't it just Jiangnan Wuda, is it necessary?

The martial arts hall run by the Nangong family, in terms of strength, is ranked first in Jiangnan, and in terms of strength, it is not weaker than Jiangnan Wuda.

In Song Yu's opinion, there was no need for the master to be so polite to Jiangnan Wuda.

Nangong Li glanced at his apprentice, shook his head and said, "You are still young, and it is inevitable that you will not be able to see through some things. ”

"That's right, the strength of the Nangong Martial Arts Pavilion, on the surface, is indeed no worse than Jiangnan Martial Arts, and even seems to be stronger. ”

Nangong paused and continued.

"But don't ignore the heritage of Jiangnan Wuhan University, after all, it is a famous school that has stood for hundreds of years, and its strength is not just as simple as it appears on the surface. ”

"But ......" Song Yu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Nangong Li.

"Don't be, hurry up, this time we are going to visit Senior Han, don't talk nonsense, if Senior Han agrees to attend on behalf of our Nangong Martial Arts Hall, then this exchange match will be stable. ”

Speaking of this, Nangong Li's wrinkled face showed an expectant smile.

"At that time, we will definitely be able to attract many outstanding students from Jiangnan Wuda to join our Nangong Martial Arts Hall after graduation. ”

Hearing the words "Senior Han", Song Yu's eyes lit up.

"Well, as the apprentice knows, Master Han's cultivation is unparalleled, and he can be regarded as the number one in Jiangnan, and he is the number one master of the Liuyun Martial Arts Hall back then. ”

Speaking of this, Song Yu also smiled: "If Master Han is willing to go out of the mountain, the status of our Nangong Martial Arts Hall will definitely be raised to another level, completely crushing Jiangnan Martial Arts University." ”

The two passed by Mo Yun, and he listened to what they were talking about.

When he heard the word "Han", Mo Yun was stunned and felt a little familiar.

However, he didn't care about it, smiled, and continued to hug his sun.

It's been a year, I haven't been in the sun for a year!

However, when the young man saw Mo Yun, he frowned and stopped.

"Boy, what kind of expression do you have, shouldn't you show respect when you hear the name of the master, what do you mean by laughing there?"

Hearing this, Mo Yun was stunned, looked at the young man in front of him in some surprise, and then pointed to himself and said, "Are you talking to me?"

"Nonsense, it's not you, who else can you have?" Song Yu looked at the young man in front of him wearing a vest and stepping on flip-flops with disgust.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of spiritual pressure in the person in front of him, a typical waste.

This kind of person, at first glance, is an idle bastard, in the era of national martial arts, but there is not even the slightest cultivation, except that laziness is waste, or lazy and waste.

Obviously, this kid is lazy and wasteful.

Song Yu looked down on this kind of unmotivated person the most, no matter how poor his talent was, if he worked hard to cultivate, he would not have no cultivation at all.

He was not in a good mood in the first place, and it was not pleasing to anyone at this time, especially this man in the vest and slippers, his appearance was actually higher than him!

In addition, he happened to see Mo Yun showing a mocking smile just now, and he was immediately angry, and said very unceremoniously: "Boy, do you know what the master represents?"

"Master, isn't it amazing?" Mo Yun frowned, this guy is brainless, is he looking for trouble for some reason?

"Okay, okay, with your attitude, can I think you are insulting Master Han?" Hearing Mo Yun's words, Song Yu suddenly sneered.

Respecting the strong is the quality that every martial artist should have.

People who don't respect the master will be beaten to death, and no one will say anything.

"Huh. ”

Mo Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and continued to bask in the sun, only one hour of free time, which could not be wasted.

Only the six-rank martial artist can be called a master.

He himself has broken through to the sixth grade, and he is also a master, so he naturally doesn't think it's a big deal.

"You!" was ignored, Song Yu was so angry that his fists clenched and gurgled, wanting to hit someone.

"Forget it, you don't have to worry about this frog at the bottom of the well, let's go, don't delay the business. Nangong raised his eyebrows from the sword and grabbed Song Yu.

"Boy, count yourself lucky today!" Song Yu glared at Mo Yun fiercely, turned around and followed Nangong away.

Mo Yun ignored the sand sculpture, estimating the time in his heart, thinking about where to go shopping.

After not taking a few steps, Mo Yun suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a martial arts master surnamed Han in this community.

However, that person was not a sixth-rank martial artist, but a fifth-rank peak, and Mo Yun didn't know if it was the master Song Yu was talking about.

After wandering around for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, Mo Yun pinched the time and walked back.

Knock Knock Knock –

Not long after Mo Yun returned home, there was a knock on the door.

He ignored it and continued to watch the comic intently - "Death".

Knock Knock Knock –

Soon, there was another knock on the door.

"Mo Yun, open the door!"

Knock Knock Knock –

The voice was somewhat familiar, and Mo Yun reluctantly put down the comic book and got up to open the door.

Pulling open the door, Mo Yun saw two youthful and beautiful figures.

Wang Qian is tall, with slender legs, and a height of 1.7 meters, and her return rate is absolutely 100% when she walks on the road.

Because of the reason that she was in a hurry, Wang Qian's fair face was rippling with a faint flush, the bridge of her nose was straight, her red lips were attractive, her long hair was tied into a bunch, and she was young and energetic.

"Mo Yun, why didn't you open the door for a long time?" Wang Qianxing's eyes widened, a little angry.

Mo Yun ignored Wang Qian's dissatisfaction, and his gaze fell on Chen Sirou behind Wang Qian.

It's a strange face.

Different from Wang Qian's tallness, Chen Sirou is relatively petite, only about 1.5 meters by sight, and has been staring down at her little white shoes.

She seemed to be very shy, raised her head a little nervously, whispered "Hello senior", and then continued to bow her head and not speak.

Mo Yun said lightly, and his attention returned to Wang Qian: "You have something to do with me?"

"Can't I look for you if it's okay, we're fellow countrymen anyway, and we graduated from the same high school. "Wang Qian didn't have a good air.

"Oh, are you okay, I still have something to do, I'll catch up with you when I'm free, you can go back first." Mo Yun smiled and stretched out to close the door.

"Damn, why are you like this!" Wang Qian was so angry that she hurriedly held on to the door.

"Well, what are you doing? "Mo Yun is helpless, he is in liver comics, how can he waste time with Wang Qian?