On this day, on the way to the underground boxing village between Mo Yiming and the county lord, the county lord did not speak all the way, he was not as naughty as before, he was not as curious as before, he was not as curious as before, and he was not funny about Mo Yiming.

Mo Yiming didn't ask more, let alone say more. He can understand the sorrow in the county lord's heart, he can't promise anything to the county lord, and he doesn't dare to promise anything.

It wasn't until he came to the entrance of the underground boxing village that the county lord paused and looked at Mo Yiming, with reluctance and expectation in his eyes, and said, "Mingmo, if, I mean if you go to the Nanming battlefield, will you come back?" ”

Mo Yiming was stunned for a moment, he didn't want to deceive the county lord, and he didn't want to deceive this naïve person, but he didn't speak after all, he just nodded.

The county lord smiled like a flower, and suddenly became happy, and said, "You promised me that you must come back." ”

Mo Yiming said: "I only hope that when I come back in the future, you won't hate me." ”

"I hate you for anything, it's too late for me to be happy, you're my only friend." The county lord said, jumping down happily.

Mo Yiming sighed, because he knew that the next time he came to Nanming, it might be the day of the big war. He wants to start a war with the city lord of Nanming and save those innocent people. I just don't know what year and month it will be next time......

The underground boxing village is still so lively, and before I arrived at the scene, I heard those cheers, maybe because I was going to the Nanming battlefield tomorrow, so there were many more people who came to compete today than that day.

They even filled the entire underground boxing village, but when they saw the county lord coming, they all squeezed out of the way to make way.

At this moment, under that fluctuating circle, there were two monks who gathered eight qi to fight, these two monks were sweating profusely, and even some parts of their bodies had been injured, and blood was flowing out, but in the eyes of the two of them, there was still a strong fighting intent, as if they smelled the smell of blood, which made their blood boil.

The cultivation of these two people was equal, so much so that in the case of exhaustion, the fight between the two lasted for more than an hour.

Mo Yiming looked around, and the middle-aged man in armor who was sitting at the front at the moment caught Mo Yiming's eyes at a glance, this person was Prime Minister Jiang.

At this moment, Prime Minister Jiang stood up and said: "It's okay, although the two of you don't know whether you win or lose, but I need this kind of person with strong fighting spirit on the battlefield in Nanming, you two, register and go with me tomorrow." ”

As Prime Minister Jiang's words fell, after the two monks hugged their fists and thanked them, they saw that this fluctuating circle slowly opened a crack.

The crack became bigger and bigger, until the two walked out, a long rainbow roared, and suddenly flew into this fluctuation circle, and at the same time, another Ming monk also turned into a Changhong and flew into this fluctuating circle, and the crack of this fluctuation circle gradually closed. When it finally closed completely, it reverberated with a 'buzz' sound.

"It's all over." One of the emaciated monks clasped his fists and bowed.

Another monk in green clothes also clasped his fists and bowed: "Falling dust! ”

After the two introduced each other's names, they were polite in the last second, but in the next second, they were-for-tat. Almost at the moment when the name fell, the two suddenly rushed out, and as soon as they came out, they each came up with a spell.

The thumping sound echoed, and Mo Yiming could roughly judge that the cultivation of these two people was gathering qi nine times.

The battle between the two men did not last long, and after a few moments, the man who had been called the end of the song was defeated and left. And immediately afterwards, another Gathering Qi Ninefold Cultivator came to the stage to challenge.

But soon, the challenger was defeated and left.

Prime Minister Jiang's expression was always indifferent, the warriors he needed were not people with high cultivation, but people with strong fighting spirit, so he did not keep those defeated Qi Gathering Nine Cultivators, but let them leave in despair.

Along with them were those who had failed in their bets.

"Grass, that's it, I didn't hit it in ten rounds!"

"It's so bad, I'm so optimistic about him."

"Damn, lost again! I lost three gold coin cards today, alas......"

……

Mo Yiming didn't pay much attention to this ninefold cultivator, because now, when he watched these ninefold cultivators fight, even though the speed was very fast, in his eyes, it was like a slow-motion replay, just like the feeling when he saw the sevenfold cultivator fighting when he gathered ninefold qi.

But the county lord is different, it seems that the Gathering Qi Ninefold is a very long distance for her, every time she sees a Gathering Qi Ninefold, she will show admiration, especially when she sees those strange spells, she will always pull the corners of her clothes, and say: "Mingmo, look, this person's armillary technique must have reached the triple level." ”

"Mingmo, that person's hundred stick skills have been superb."

"That person's ten thousand sword skills have reached the point of perfection."

……

It seems that every spell issued by the Nine Layers of Qi Gathering can be accurately said by the county lord. But this is not strange, after all, the county lord was born in Nanming Castle, and there are countless spells in Nanming Castle.

Until two hours later, the person named Luochen, who was sweating profusely at the moment, also had injuries on his body, he stood from the beginning to the present, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not decrease, but became more and more intense, his eyes were sharp, he looked at the people nearby, showed a provocative look, and shouted: "Who else, come up and fight!" ”

This deep cheer was immediately appreciated by Prime Minister Jiang, although Prime Minister Jiang did not speak, he already had a choice in his heart.

At this moment, under this fluctuating circle, a monk jumped in, and this person stepped forward with his hand, dressed in a familiar costume, which suddenly made Mo Yiming's eyes light up.

"Monk of the West Peak, when did you come here?"

The costume this person was wearing was the costume of Xifeng. But Mo Yiming didn't know this person, after all, when he was in Xifeng, most of him was cultivating in the back mountain.

In the midst of the groaning, Mo Yiming subconsciously blended into the crowd, and as this person stepped in, those who bet immediately became excited.

"See, the costume he is wearing is the costume of Xifeng, and there is a West character on his chest, just like Beifeng, there is a North character on his chest."

"The monks who come out of the sect will definitely be stronger than these wild cultivators, and this game will definitely be won by the monks of this West Peak."

"Yes, over the years, the reputation of the West Peak is far greater than that of the North Peak."

"Speaking of this, I have to mention one person, this person's name is Mo Yiming, it is said that it is because this person is a cultivation genius that Xifeng will have the majesty it has now."

"As early as many years ago, Xifeng has always been the head of the four peaks, but later due to various reasons, so Xifeng declined, and it is expected that Xifeng has risen again in recent years, after all, the foundation is still there."

"The God of War Thunder Roar also came out of the West Peak!"

"The god of war thunder roared in front of Mo Yiming, although he was the same age, he was far inferior."

……

Mo Yiming listened to the discussion of these people, and couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, he didn't expect his reputation to be so big, and it actually reached the ears of these people, but when he heard the words of the god of war thunder, Mo Yiming suddenly felt very puzzled.

Since it is the god of war thundering, why is it still in danger as the soul mystery said?

At this moment, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled by the county lord, and then whispered into Mo Yiming's ear: "Do you know that the former God of War was Prime Minister Jiang." ”

Mo Yiming frowned, obviously not knowing.

"But since Lei Xiao came, the name of the God of War has fallen on Lei Xiao. This thunder roar is on the battlefield, but it has made a lot of achievements. The county lord kept his voice very low, for fear of being heard by Prime Minister Jiang.

"Could it be that the thunderous thing has something to do with this Prime Minister Jiang?" When Mo Yiming heard this, he suddenly had speculation and thinking in his heart.

"By the way, do you know Mo Yiming, it is said that this person is not only highly cultivated, but also very handsome!"

While Mo Yiming was thinking, the county lord whispered.

Mo Yiming shook his head.

The county lord grinned again and said, "I guess you don't know each other, but I think no matter how handsome you are...... handsome."