Chapter 131: Save? If it weren't for Mo Guhong's pale face but firm eyes, the child in front of him would have gone completely crazy.

"How can I save it?" Mo Guhong closed his eyes weakly and explained, "They are not comparable to the Shura Palace. He was stunned, and vaguely felt that Mo Guhong was definitely not lying, but he still didn't want to believe it after all: "Guhong, don't joke with your aunt." He barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but it looked weird on the now pale face.

Mo Guhong was not surprised to see that he was like this, he knew that this was the case, so he wanted to hide it, but now that he has said it, he shouldn't just say half of it: "Auntie, I have finally embarked on the same path as my father." Turning back to meet the incredulous gaze of the dragon, he continued, "He's not dead. As soon as these words came out, he was no longer powerless to parry, and only felt as if all the strength of his body had been drained in an instant.

Holding his forehead, he slowly moved to the table and chair to break away, his eyes were already desperate, but his mouth was still murmuring: "This is impossible, how can he still be alive." Suddenly grabbed Mo Guhong's wrist who was worried about her, his face was already hideous, and he asked unrelentingly: "Are you sure?" Could it be someone pretending? Mo Guhong patted the hand that had already scratched him but couldn't stop trembling to comfort him, but the words he said knocked him into the abyss: "With such martial arts and power, is it necessary to borrow the reputation of others?" And no one saw his true face back then, and no one could be sure whether the person who died that year was him or not. Isn't it? He let go of his hand weakly and said, "Yes, no one can be sure." The appointment closed his eyes tightly, and finally accepted the reality, and asked, "He, Long Haifeng, what is he going to do?" What is he going to do to the Shura Temple? The tone in front of him was excited, but Mo Guhong was already insensitive, perhaps he had already known how to be excited when he knew that he was being calculated.

Squatting in front of the dragon and looking at the elders who were on the verge of collapse, Mo Guhong knew that he shouldn't continue to talk now, but he also knew that he couldn't help it, so he sighed and said, "He wants to do what he didn't do twenty years ago." Although he was already mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but be shocked: he had been dormant for 20 years and had not given up, and 20 years was not enough time to change anything?

He looked at Mo Guhong, who had gradually calmed down: "So, how are they going to deal with the traitors from twenty years ago?" Speaking of this, Mo Guhong couldn't help but feel that he didn't know why his father betrayed Long Haifeng twenty years ago, after all, this was not a good choice.

Even if the heads of the major factions joined forces, they were still at a disadvantage at that time, and why Mo Ye made such a decision is probably only known to him.

But in any case, the current situation is that the Shura Hall has borne the brunt of it, and it has become the beginning of Long Haifeng's rush out of the martial arts, and it is also a stepping stone.

"I don't quite understand, it's clear that the Shura Hall has no chance of winning at all, but he doesn't plan to do it. Instead, it just arranged some things, maybe it meant to be accepted. Mo Guhong himself didn't believe this, the two of them knew that Long Haifeng would inevitably harbor evil intentions, but they didn't have the ability to deal with it.

He believed in Mo Guhong, and naturally understood that Mo Guhong must have had to do so because he was willing to be controlled by others for so long, and Long Haifeng's power was even more terrifying than twenty years ago.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Long Haifeng is the enemy of the entire martial arts, so we might as well cause trouble." Seeing that the dragon had regained his composure, Mo Guhong was relieved but did not support the dragon's proposal, Mo Guhong shook his head: "Not to mention that we have no evidence to prove that Long Haifeng is still alive, let's say that the so-called martial arts righteous path of good and evil will not believe it at all and will not be willing to help us." Moreover, twenty years have passed, and there are not many people who have really seen Long Haifeng, and the hatred has gradually faded due to the struggle for power and profit. Seeing Mo Guhong so pessimistic, he wanted to say something, but he also understood that what Mo Guhong said was the truth, and he couldn't refute it.

But the anger in his heart was nowhere to vent, and he slapped it on the table hard, roaring angrily: "Is it difficult to sit still like this? Mo Guhong calmed his anger and said, "It's impossible to deal with it, but obedience won't be the way out." He looked at Mo Guhong: "Do you have a countermeasure?" Mo Guhong nodded: "Long Haifeng is reluctant to come forward now, and he is afraid that he will become a public enemy of martial arts as impatient as he was twenty years ago, and he now needs the Shura Hall to cut some of his martial arts forces for him." You might as well take advantage of the trend first, and then take the opportunity to retreat. She nodded in agreement, she knew that this was the best way now, but she still couldn't help but worry: "If you anger other sects like this, will you play with fire* more than you gain." Mo Guhong sighed and replied: "This is the best way, he wants me to attract people." In this way, I weakened the forces of the Martial Arts League, the Nangong Family, and the Bright Moon Villa, but I did not hurt Yue Wujian and Ao Lanyou, as long as the timing was right, although I injured some of their subordinates, it may not be a dead end. Yu frowned: "But you have already killed Nangong Yu and already accepted the grudge." On weekdays, I am not afraid, but now I am ...... enemy" Mo Guhong sneered: "I sent people, but my people have not come back, and it is not certain who lives and who dies." ”