Mogaluo, Mogashura, Moga City, who can tell the difference between the names so similar. Du Feng was also speechless for a while, feeling that the affairs of the underworld were so brain-consuming.

In fact, the rules of the underworld are like this, the same Yaksha realm has the Great Yaksha, the Yaksha, and the Little Yaksha, and the same Rakshasa has the Great Rakshasas, the Rakshasas, and the Little Rakshasas. It looks repetitive, but it's actually hierarchical. The disciples of Magala are the same, they all have a Moga in front of them, but in fact, they distinguish different generations according to the name of the suffix.

Du Feng did not have Mojia in his name, so he said that he was not an official disciple of Mogara, but only obtained the inheritance of the exercises, which was reasonable. On the other hand, if he dared to boast that he was a personal disciple of Magara, it was estimated that this place was already surrounded by the guards of Mogara City.

Because the city lord of Moga City is the disciple grandson of Mogaluo, and the old man in front of him is the deputy city lord of Moga City, he can also give orders.

"What are you going to do when you come here?"

Although the old man's cultivation is relatively high, he is still polite to Du Feng. However, because Du Feng is not a personal disciple of Mogaro, he will not be called by the seniority of his uncle and uncle.

"Oh, we're going to the Thunder Forest, we're just passing through here, nothing happens. ”

Du Feng didn't want to stay in Mojia City for long, so as not to show any horses.

"Meeting is fate, since this is the case, the younger generation will give you something. ”

The old man was relatively polite, and he didn't look down on Du Feng because of his low cultivation. After all, he has obtained the inheritance of Mogara's exercises, and he is still very promising. What the old man took out was an oil lamp. The oil lamp is small, and the whole body is the color of bronze.

What is this thing for, no matter how well-informed Du Feng is, he has never seen anyone use an oil lamp as a weapon.

"This thing is called the Warrior Lamp, and it can call the Moga Warrior three times. ”

Interesting, Du Feng felt that the underworld was getting more and more interesting. In the Heavenly Realm, if you want a prop helper, it is generally a machine man or a yellow turban wrestler conjured up by a high-level spirit rune. And in the underworld, you can even summon the Maga warriors with oil lamps.

Although this Moga warrior is just a phantom, it has physical damage, which is similar to the meaning of the Yellow Turban Warrior. They themselves are made of energy gathering and can damage enemies and be scattered by them.

If only the Moga Warriors are scattered, then they can be summoned twice, each time for an hour.

In other words, regardless of whether the Moga warrior was dispersed or not, the time it took to come out of the oil lamp could not exceed an hour at a time. If more than an hour passes, it will dissipate on its own. If you want the Moga warriors to come out, you have to make a second summon. There are only three chances in total, and a full fight can help Du Feng for three hours.

"Thank you!"

Although it could only be used for three hours, Du Feng was already very satisfied. After all, it was the first time he and the old man had met, and it was really interesting for the two of them to be able to give such a big gift because they were not relatives. Of course, the biggest reason is that he learned Mojia Luo Gong and left a good impression on the old man.

"Oh, Brother Feng, this is a good thing, we can't buy it with money. ”

Duan Lingfeng was very envious when he saw the oil lamp, because he had also heard of the Mojia warriors in the warrior oil lamp. Every Moga warrior is fearless to death, and it is not a problem to fight a minor Shura Jedi alone. At critical moments, they can also blow themselves up and die with the enemy.

Three chances to summon the Maga warriors are equivalent to three more lives, especially in such a dangerous place as the Falling Thunder Forest, which can be said to be too important.

"Little handsome guy, my sister's safety depends on you. ”

Even that female cultivator's attitude towards Du Feng has become better. The identity of Du Feng, who she had suspected before, was of course different now when she saw that people were actually involved with the high-level leaders of Mojia City.

"I can't protect myself, so I have to ask you for a lot of help. ”

Du Feng is not stupid, how can he consume the Mojia warriors to help them. The people in this team are only a little more reliable than Duan Lingfeng. Others, when they are in danger, simply don't lend a hand. Especially the female cultivator, maybe she even wants to take the opportunity to snatch her little oil lamp.

Of course, Du Feng would not say these words in his heart, he was polite to everyone on the surface, and then set off again.

Looking at Du Feng's distant backs, a bright light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes. He seemed to know something about Du Feng's identity, but he didn't break it, but hurriedly returned to the City Lord's Mansion. In the City Lord's Mansion sat a sturdy middle-aged man, who was leaning on the back of his chair with his eyes squinted, and the small teapot in his hand crossed Erlang's legs.

"Master, the man took it. ”

That's right, the middle-aged man who was leisurely drinking tea was really the city lord of Mojia City, the only Shura Realm master in the city, that is, the old man's master. He didn't practice in retreat, in fact, he had been observing the movements of Du Feng and the others. From the moment Du Feng's wings appeared bloodshot, he had already been eyeing it.

Then he deliberately arranged his apprentice, that is to say, the old man went out to talk to Du Feng, and also gave him a small oil lamp.

"Very well done, you step back first, I guess he shouldn't die. ”

If Du Feng was at the scene, he would definitely be surprised. Not only did the city lord of Mojia City not want to expose his intentions, but he even deliberately arranged for someone to send a small oil lamp, because he was afraid that he would die halfway. Doesn't that mean that the dignified Maga Shura is still worried about his safety.

But why does Moga Shura care about Du Feng's life and death, and what major matters do Du Feng's life and death involve in the underworld.

"By the way, there's something I want to ask you, where did you learn Magala Gong?"

This time, it was Du Feng who asked the male ghost of Blossom City to cultivate, and if it was an ordinary meditation practice, it would be forgotten. Only Mogala's disciples can learn the Mogala Gong, and the male ghost of the Flower City has corrected this kind of exercise, does that mean that he had something to do with Mogala during his lifetime.

"I don't remember, maybe I'm one of his disciples. ”

The male ghost cultivator in Flower City really can't remember clearly, but he only remembers that he does know Magala Gong. As a big man in the underworld, Mogala certainly has more than one disciple. If it is said that the male ghost cultivator of Blossom City was one of his disciples, and later the murdered soul fled to the nether realm to become a ghost cultivator, it is also possible.

Of course, Du Feng also thought of a possibility, whether the male ghost cultivator of Flower City would be the Mogara Buddha before his death. It's just that I don't know what special circumstances I encountered to make it what it is today. If that's the case, then this fighter of his own is inevitably too awesome.

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