Who the hell wants to harm me? Mo Fan pressed his temples with both hands, could it be that he knew my black qualifications and wanted to strangle me in the bud?

Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan asked the four of them to leave first, leaving him alone.

"Shanshan, what do you think?" Mo Fan asked, as a person in the bureau now, he couldn't see through the situation at all.

He Shanshan appeared on the sofa on his right, and the proud little face of the past also turned colorful, and she helped analyze: "The possibility of simply being a greedy wolf to help the enemy is extremely low, but if it is an organization that comes to arrest you, the probability is as high as ninety-nine percent." ”

As he thought, Mo Fan sighed, sure enough, the way of the world has changed, the aura was thin before, and the high-level of the neighborhood committee had the most power, and the family was dominant, but now it is different, the aura is revived, and some invisible organizations on the bright side began to secretly stir, as if they wanted to overturn the peaceful management of the neighborhood committee.

The aura has recovered, and in the same way, people with cultivation qualifications have begun to appear, and the aura and spirit stones are averaged, although there are many resources, but the distribution is even less than before.

The other organizations have quit, and since the neighborhood committees are unevenly distributed, it is better to try it themselves.

There are many leaders of organizations with such a mentality, some of them secretly recruit plastic talents, and some of them secretly strangle the seed monks of the neighborhood committee, indirectly weakening the power of the neighborhood committee.

Mo Fan leaned on the sofa, his eyes closed, thinking about what he should do, what if he couldn't parry the strength of the two?

Decisively rejecting this idea, Mo Fan thought about it, and opened the Huaxia Xiuzhen Group, which had not been opened for a long time, he wanted to see if there were any Taoist friends nearby who had not participated in the martial arts meeting.

After flipping through the meeting records, Mo Fan sighed unsatisfactorily, and the group was basically chatting about the martial arts conference, which also mentioned that Mo Fan shined in the martial arts conference.

He edited a message and sent it out: "Fellow Daoists, may I ask if there is anyone else in SZ City?

There was a dead silence in the group, and it took a few minutes before there was a reply.

Fairy Bright Moon: "SZ City, everyone should be in Qingshan Town by now, and it is estimated that no one is here." ”

I watched your game, although it was strange every time I won, but the one that ate the whole family bucket on the field was impressive, I remember you!"

Qianyuxi: +1

Thousand Feathers: +1

......

Mo Fan looked at the chat group that was frantically swiped by +1 speechlessly, and was a little depressed in his heart, why did he remember the scene when I ate the whole family bucket, and when I was in the double match with the moon wheel, why was no one mentioning that domineering declaration?

Dongfang Xue: "In the duel between Brother Mo and Yuelun, I felt so domineering when I declared!"

Mo Fan almost cried when he saw this information, but Xiaoxue sister still cared about me and came to support me at this time.

The swiping in the group suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds of cold group time, the Dao Yuan sent another message: "When did it happen, I didn't watch it?"

Mo Fan: "......"

Qian Yuxi, who was also watching the chat group, couldn't help but let out a silver bell-like laugh, as if she saw Mo Fan on the other side of the screen, with a depressed face.

After a faint sadness, Mo Fan suddenly remembered the purpose of opening the group chat, ignored everyone's ridicule, and sent a message for help again, unfortunately, no one could help.

Mo Fan sighed, it seems that he can only deal with the two mysterious people by himself, Yu Wu said, those two people are not afraid of bullets, and a dozen or a few hundred is not a problem, if it is by virtue of his spatial talent, it seems that he will be tired enough.

If it really doesn't work, use the Five Thunder Spell given by your uncle, and if it doesn't work, you can only use the charged flying sword given by the master to escape.

Hint: Someone Aite you

"En?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at > Shikong: "@陌千秋, Amitabha, the little monk can help you, send a position." ”

Nangong Fu: "@陌千秋, fellow Daoist, count me in!"

Mo Fan's eyes lit up, great! Nangong Fu needless to say, Shikong is one of the few monks of his generation in the group, ah no, it should be said that he is a monk of the same generation, 18 years old Sanpin, and he is the eldest disciple of Master Jingzhen.

He wasn't stupid enough to ask others why they were free to come over to help, if it was the martial arts that would be eliminated and lost, wouldn't it be a slap in the face, and after saying thank you, he sent the location up, Mo Fan put away his mobile phone and came to the top floor of the company, ready to welcome the Taoist friends who came to help at any time.

Ten minutes later, Mo Fan noticed that a breath was constantly approaching here, and the spiritual power looked to that side, Mo Fan saw through the Nangong Fu behind the invisibility talisman, only to see him stepping on a wordless book that was spread out and nearly one square meter, standing above it politely, seeing that Mo Fan found himself, he hurriedly said hello.

Mo Fan was silent, I have to say that the unique temperament of the disciples of the Confucian sect makes Mo Fan very envious, low-key luxury has connotation, pretending to be a sharp weapon, although the momentum of Lao Tzu is the first in the world as soon as he comes up, but the temperament on Nangong Fu is more attractive.

"Qianqiu Daoyou!" Nangong Fu came to Mo Fan's side, and the huge book at his feet was put into the ring by him.

Mo Fan replied with a fist salute, "Thank you Nangong Daoyou for coming to help!"

"It's okay!" Nangong Fu smiled peacefully, "Helping others is the foundation of human communication, Qianqiu Daoyou, what do you need me to help with?"

"Fight!" Mo Fan said: "Let's talk about it together when we are more specific." ”

"Okay!" Nangong Fu didn't ask more, but quietly stayed by Mo Fan's side and waited for the arrival of Shikong.

Mo Fan is a talker, if it wasn't for no one just now, he would have started chatting a long time ago, and now that there is a Nangong Fu beside him, he finally couldn't help but speak: "Nangong Daoyou, do you want to ask you something?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Nangong Fu opened his mouth, and I have to say that when communicating with a true gentleman, the mood can be described as extremely comfortable, he has to answer all questions, and he is humble, which makes people feel disgusted.

"What I want to ask is, do you Confucian disciples have a special scholarly temperament like you?" Mo Fan asked.

"Yes. Nangong Fu nodded and replied: "We have cultivated a qi cultivation technique, although it has no substantive effect in normal times, but it can reduce the chance of going mad." ”

"That's good!" Mo Fan was a little envious.

"If you are interested, I can teach it to you. Nangong Fu said with a smile: "This can be regarded as a specialty of our Confucian sect, there are no limitations, anyone can learn." ”

"Oh!" Mo Fan didn't expect Confucianism to be so open, not bad!

"Then I want to learn your tricks of making a difference, can you teach it?

"Not really. Nangong Fu shook his head.

(End of chapter)