This sentence fell into the ears of Mo Zhilu, it was completely humiliating, it was simply a great shame!

For a moment, his face was completely black, and he looked extremely ugly.

A burst of heart-piercing pain swam all over his body, and he wanted Mu Han to let go, but because of his face, he was really ashamed to speak.

After all, it was he who took the initiative to demonstrate to Mu Han, and now if he opens his mouth to beg for mercy, then he will have no face!

Mu Han knew that Mo Zhilu wouldn't last long, so he pushed it out with one palm and directly pushed Mo Zhilu out.

In an instant, Mo Zhilu retreated completely, and his feet made two marks on the ground.

It wasn't until my legs touched the couch that I sat on the couch.

In this battle, he lost completely!

"Brother, are you alright?" Mo Zhizhu walked over quickly.

Seeing her brother's right hand drooping, she couldn't help but show distress on her face.

However, she knew that it was no wonder that Mu Han was the first to provoke Mu Han, and it was only her brother's lack of strength to blame.

Mo Li next to him couldn't help frowning, and his heart was uneasy.

At this time, Zhou Hao stepped forward and muttered a few words to the old man.

"It's amazing to be a martial artist at a young age!" The old man sighed in his heart.

The next moment, he turned his head sideways to look at his grandson, and then shouted sternly: "Shame on people, don't bandage it yet, otherwise your hand will leave the root of the disease!" ”

Mo Zhilu wanted to refute, but he couldn't say a word.

At the end of the day, the dish is the original sin!

"Humph!" He snorted disapprovingly, then got up and walked away.

"Mu Han, I didn't have any other thoughts when I called you today, I just wanted to thank you." Mo Li said with a pleasant face.

Originally, he wanted to give Mu Han a sum of money to show his gratitude.

However, after learning that Mu Han was a martial artist, he dispelled this idea.

For warriors, giving money is a particularly vulgar thing, and even a little insulting.

In this world, at least in terms of strength, warriors are much stronger than ordinary people.

For most warriors, there may be something else missing, but there will be no shortage of money.

Besides, Mo Li had a better idea, he wanted to send Mu Han something meaningful and practical.

"Let's eat first." After a pause, the old man spoke.

At this time, it happened to be a meal, Mu Han naturally would not pretend to refuse, no matter how he said that he also saved Mo Zhiyu's life, it doesn't matter if he eats.

Here, Mo Zhilu asked someone to carefully deal with the injury, and then wrapped a bandage around his right hand, and then came to the table.

He sat across from Mu Han, his eyes full of hostility.

Indeed, how could a young master like him have suffered such humiliation!

In this regard, Mu Han didn't care, and ate freely.

There are so many people who are hostile to him that he can't know which onion the deer is, and he is not qualified to attract his heart at all!

At this moment, Zhou Hao walked over, and then whispered a few words in the old man's ear.

"Good, good!" After listening, the old man was slightly excited.

With that, he got up and walked towards the door.

Mu Han could naturally see that someone was coming.

However, he was a little curious, what was the identity of the person who came, and he was worthy of being greeted by the old man in person.

Mo Li walked a few steps, only then did he realize that he had forgotten something, and immediately turned back to his grandson and said, "Zhilu, don't come with me to greet the Daoist of the teapot!" ”

Hearing this, the excitement on Mo Zhilu's face was repeated, and the whole person was immersed in joy.

"The pot bearer is here." He immediately stood up and walked towards the door.

The grandfather and grandson walked to the door and looked into the distance.

After a while, I saw a middle-aged man coming.

This middle-aged man is about fifty years old, dressed in green clothes, with a pair of cloth shoes under his feet and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

His movements were slow, and there was a smell of dust in his every move.

"Dao Chief, you're finally here." Mo Zhilu walked quickly towards the middle-aged man.

The pot-bearer took out the gourd at his waist, then poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and then laughed heartily.

"Old man, is your body still tough?" He looked at Mo Li and asked.

"Eat well, drink well, everything is fine." Mo Li replied happily.

Mo Zhilu didn't speak, he kept looking at the person who carried the pot, his eyes were full of urgency and heat.

"Stinky boy, what I promised you is indispensable to you!" The pot man patted Mo Zhilu's shoulder and quipped.

Immediately, the three of them entered the hall.

Mo Zhilu quickly entered the kitchen, then brought tea, put it in front of the Taoist with the pot, and then said earnestly: "Dao Chief, take a sip of tea first." ”

With this attitude and approach, Mu Han didn't receive such respect when he came.

You know, he's the lifesaver of Mozhiyu!

For a while, he was very curious about the identity of this person who carried the pot, and wondered what kind of person would make Mo Zhilu so humble.

The pot-bearer picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said, "Stinky boy, I brought what I promised you." ”

With that, he took out a brocade box and placed it on the coffee table.

It turned out that decades ago, Mo Li saved the life of the Daoist with the teapot, so the Mo family and the Daoist with the teapot formed a fate.

The identity of this pot Daoist is not simple, he is a person from the Medicine God Valley.

Valley of the God of Medicine! For martial artists or cultivators, it was a sacred place.

Not for anything else, just because the people of the Medicine God Valley can refine pills, and pills are something that all martial artists and cultivators flock to.

Because of the people who carried the pot, Mo Zhilu embarked on the road of martial arts.

A while ago, the Daoist said to give him some Pei Yuan Dan, so that he could wash the marrow and cut the bones and open up the meridians, so as to go further on this road.

In this regard, Mo Zhilu is as happy as eating honey, with Pei Yuan Dan, his potential can be taken to the next level!

These days, he looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally waited for the arrival of the pot Taoist.

The reason why he came to Wangjun from the provincial capital today was to come to see Xiaoyu'er on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to greet the people of the Teapot Dao.

Looking at the brocade box placed on the coffee table, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to open the brocade box immediately.

However, in front of the pot man, he was somewhat restrained.

Mo Li thought about it for a while, and then said to the Daoist who carried the pot: "Dao Chief, I want to divide this batch of Pei Yuan Dan into two parts, one for Zhilu and the other for others, what do you think?" ”

Anyway, this is the elixir refined by the Daoist of the Teapot, and if he disposes of it, he naturally has to ask what the person means.

In this regard, the people who carried the pot didn't mind, after all, the things were sent out, and what people wanted to do with it was their business, and he couldn't interfere.

"The old man can do whatever he wants." He took a sip of his tea and said.

Mo Li nodded, and then opened the brocade box.

As soon as the brocade box was opened, the hall was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

The fragrance of this medicine is not strong or light, with a fresh fragrance, giving people a sense of refreshment.

Looking at Pei Yuan Dan in the brocade box, Mo Zhilu couldn't help but swallow his saliva.