In the convoy, with Jiang Mo, a peerless master, in charge, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

The tension caused by being surrounded by thousands of sand wolves has completely disappeared at this time.

Along the way, everyone talked and laughed, and the only guy named Dongzi followed the back of the team, and no one paid attention to him.

"Young Master Jiang Mo, how old are you this year, how can you be more powerful than Uncle Han Li?" The girl's innocent big eyes were as beautiful as the stars in the sky.

"Guess what. Jiang Mo pursed his lips and smiled.

"I heard from my father and Uncle Han Li that there are old men with very high cultivation, and they know how to rejuvenate themselves, so that their appearance can be maintained in their twenties. Aren't you like that......" The girl spat out her tongue and smiled cutely.

"Maybe. Jiang Mo pretended to nod mysteriously.

"Ah, it's terrible, Jiang Mo Gongzi is really a legendary old monster...... Hahaha. The girl hurriedly hid behind Han Li, and did not forget to make a face at Jiang Mo.

Han Li said with a smile, "Miss Jingshu, Jiang Mo is not an old monster. In my opinion, he will be thirty years old at most. ”

"Young Master Jiang Mo, is what Uncle Han Li said true?" the girl asked innocently with her little head exposed.

Jiang Mo raised his sword eyebrows and said, "It's still Han Dart's eyes!"

Although he had expected it in his heart, Han Li couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Judging from Jiang Mo's attack to kill those sand wolves just now, he is at least a Martial Emperor rank monk.

The thought of a Martial Emperor monk who was less than thirty years old passing with his own convoy made Han Li feel a little incredible.

After walking for about two hours, the group finally saw the outline of a huge city appear in view.

This is the important town of Xiongguan within a radius of thousands of miles--- east of the city!

Donglin City, both in terms of importance and strength, is comparable to that town ghost pass!

Even in some respects, there are still victories.

Jiang Mo looked from afar, only to see a majestic city standing in the middle of a piece of yellow sand, surrounded by strict defenses, I am afraid that it will be very difficult for a fly to fly into the eastern city without knowing it.

When everyone raised their eyes and looked into the distance, Dongzi, who was at the end of the convoy, had a sinister cold light flashing in his eyes.

In his opinion, if it weren't for Jiang Mo's appearance, Miss Jing Shu and Han Li would not have been so alienated from him.

He attributed all the fault to Jiang Mo, but he forgot who left Miss Jing Shu, who was still a girl, when the sand wolf pounced, and only cared about running for her life.

"Bastard, don't let me get my chance, or you'll be worse off than dead. Dongzi cursed viciously in his heart.

The so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, looking at the east city in front of him, but when he really walked there, an hour had passed.

After paying a large fee to enter the city, the group marched into the city.

After entering the city, Jiang Mo found that the prosperity here was far from being comparable to that of the town ghost pass.

There are so many shops of all sizes that they can even compare to some large cities in the Eastern Xuan Domain.

"Young Master Jiang Mo, you saved my life and everyone's lives. Jing Shu has nothing to repay you, these two knives were given to me by my father, and now Jing Shu wants to use them to thank Jiang Mo Gongzi for saving his life. As he spoke, Jing Shu's white hands handed the two scimitars to Jiang Mo.

Seeing this scene, whether it was Han Li or other dart masters, especially Na Dongzi, the chill in his eyes was even worse.

You know, when Miss Jingshu was in the dart game, those two scimitars didn't leave her!

Now, Miss Jingshu is giving them away, what does this mean?

"Miss Jing Shu shouldn't like that guy, right?" Dongzi was very annoyed in his heart, he secretly clenched his fists, his teeth rattled, how could Miss Jing Shu be such a beautiful woman like that guy.

"Ahem...... Han Li coughed a few times, and said with a smile to Jing Shu: "Miss, I remember that your father said that these two scimitars will be your dowry in the future!

"Oops...... Uncle Han Li, what are you talking about?" Miss Jing Shu's pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, she stomped her feet shyly, then looked at Jiang Mo, and said, "Young Master Jiang Mo, don't listen to Uncle Han Li." ”

Jiang Mo smiled and said, "I can't accept such a valuable gift, otherwise your future husband will find me desperately." ”

After hearing Jiang Mo's words, the surrounding dart masters all laughed, making the already shy girl even more embarrassed to look up.

After a long time, seeing that the girl refused to speak, her eyes were a little red, Jiang Mo was afraid of hurting the girl's fragile heart, and said, "Okay, I have your gift." However, I'll give you a copy back. ”

"That's good. The girl finally burst into tears and laughed.

While speaking, Jiang Mo took out a three-foot-long sword from Zichen's space, the sword body was very thin, and a blue light bloomed, which was clearly visible even in the daytime.

"This is the Silver Frost Sword, take it. ”

The girl had a happy smile on her face, and she couldn't put down the silver frost sword in her hand, even more than her own two scimitars before.

She didn't know that the Silver Frost Sword that Jiang Mo took out casually was a sixth-order true martial weapon, and its value was only higher than her two scimitars.

"A beautiful woman holding a sword, it's really a good scenery. I can't imagine that Ben Gongzi can still meet such a beautiful scenery today. Haha, what a worthwhile trip!"

A slightly harsh voice came from three feet away.

Miss Jing Shu glanced at the place where the voice came from in disgust, and said, "Disgusting guy from there, get out of here." ”

In front of Jiang Mo, she can maintain the adopted son of a lady, but she doesn't have a good face for others.

"Hey, this little beauty's temper is still not small!Haha, this son likes it!" The person who called himself Gongzi was wearing a bright yellow robe, and a blood-colored long knife hung from his waist.

Her own young lady was verbally bullied, and it stands to reason that Han Li and the others should immediately draw their knives to defend Miss Jingshu.

But the strange thing is that Han Li and more than a dozen dart masters behind him did not move at all, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the fat man with a bloody knife on his waist.

More precisely, it was a middle-aged man staring at the fat man, who was very burly, but his hands were in his sleeves, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

It was this sloppy appearance that made Han Li, who was an eight-star martial king, dare not move!

(End of chapter)