Chapter 890: Uncle Dust

Not at all, like Emperor Hongqing, the four of them had aura fluctuations in their bodies.

"Xuanlin, you see that you have brought a lot of people here, introduce them to the old man, who are they?"

The old man of Tianji could see that Emperor Hongqi and their soldiers did not wait to see Mo Xuanlin, so he quickly changed the topic.

Mo Xuanlin also knew that he couldn't stiffen the relationship with them at this time, lest he be troubled by the old man of Tianji wearing small shoes when he turned around.

"Wan'er, this is Uncle Chen, you should be called Uncle Chen."

Mo Xuanlin didn't know how old the old man of Tianji was, he only knew that this Uncle Chen's uncle had existed in the last sixty years, and now another sixty years had passed, and according to calculations, this old man of Tianji was at least one hundred and twenty years old.

One hundred and twenty years old, this is rare in the Lingyuan Continent.

After all, it is not so easy to be promoted from the foundation building period to the Jindan period.

In the entire Lingyuan Continent, I don't know how many people have fallen without being promoted to the Jindan stage?

Even if the old man of Tianji can reach this age, it does not mean that he can reach the Jindan stage.

"Uncle Chen."

Mo Wan'er shouted lightly, and only shouted, but she didn't show much respect.

The old man Tianji doesn't care whether such a little baby is respectful to himself or not, anyway, he will do whatever he should do after the matter is explained.

"Uncle Chen, this is the little girl Mo Wan'er, and the next ones are the Li family and the Chen family who have come to take over the position of the second elder of the Great Elder."

Mo Xuanlin asked the people behind him to introduce themselves.

For the inconsequential personnel, the old man Tianji is very casually, and after expressing it, they will take them to rest, and as for the reception banquet, it will be held at noon.

Lan Ziyun and Mo Huaiyi saw that there was nothing going on, so they followed Di Hongqi and Lan Qianzhen to Lengxiang Xiaozhu and waited for the start of the reception banquet.

And Zhuge Fulong and Fenghu also returned to the Tianji Pavilion.

Today is Xiao Nian, and according to the rules of Tianji Pavilion in the past, they should all come back for a homely meal, and then do whatever they want to do when they look back.

It's just that this year is relatively different, with more Mo Xuanlin and them.

At this moment, Mo Xuanlin has been arranged in the guest room, as for when to take over the position of the master of the Tianji Pavilion or something, it depends on how the old man of the Tianji Pavilion arranges.

In the guest room, Mo Wan'er saw that Mo Xuanlin seemed to be a little distracted, and her brows couldn't help but furrow.

"Dad, you shouldn't be interested in that little goblin, right?"

"What a stupid thing, is Dad the kind of person who would take a fancy to women?"

Mo Xuanlin glanced at Mo Wan'er, it was really insulting to him.

"What is that dad thinking, thinking so seriously?"

Mo Wan'er had never seen Mo Xuanlin like this, and this was the first time.

"Dad is thinking that Uncle Chen should be more than a hundred years old, and if he goes back this time, Uncle Chen may very likely go to a more advanced continent."

When Mo Xuanlin said this, there wasn't much expression on his face.

Mo Wan'er couldn't tell what Mo Xuanlin was trying to express when she said this.

"Dad, Uncle Chen's ancestor will go to the high-level continent if he goes to the high-level continent, anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

Mo Wan'er didn't take this matter to heart.

It doesn't matter to her how the old man is, anyway, she will go back when she has almost played here.

It's just that her father needs to stay in this netherworld, which is really a bit ......

But fortunately, her father has entered the foundation building period.

Those who enter the foundation building period can live to be about 200 years old.

Now Mo Xuanlin is only thirty-seven or eight, and sixty years is only ninety-seven eight.