In the afternoon, Wan Qing put on a new human skin mask, dressed as a small maid and carrying a big basket on his back, and walked out of Mo Que's mansion.

"Could that little guy be that guy?"

In the distance, a fifth-order cultivator whispered to his companion beside him.

"Impossible, this guy has no cultivation, how can it be a killing god!"

Another fifth-order peak cultivator shook his head and directly denied it.

Cultivators, whether they seal their cultivation or hide their cultivation, will somewhat leak the breath of a cultivator, but this little guy who goes out has no breath of a cultivator at all.

Wan Qing walked in the direction of the two people with the diameter of the basket on his back, with a comfortable face, and a small tune in his mouth, it seemed that today was another good day, and his right hand touched a slightly protruding place in his arms from time to time, which contained a lot of silver.

"Not really!" the fifth-order cultivator whispered.

The two watched Wan Qing walk by, but there was no movement, still quietly monitoring Mo Que's mansion.

"Two nerds, I can't see this, I obviously follow the door is different, I haven't found it!" Wan Qing laughed secretly in his heart.

In order to be able to connect with the sledgehammer, Wan Qing deliberately asked Mo Que to call a little guy who was about the same height as himself and had no cultivation to send fruits, but this little guy was actually an inch shorter than himself. In order to successfully evacuate, Wan Qing still took the risk, but the two cultivators didn't notice it at all.

On the streets of Meaux, Wan Qing walked slowly with a basket on his back, holding a fruit in his hand, nibbling on it from time to time, and at the same time not forgetting to look here and there, his eyes were shining.

"Look at it, you don't buy it!"

A man with a cigarette gun pinned to his waist and his chest shouted at Wan Qing with a look of disdain.

"Who said I won't buy it, the master is rich!" said Wan Qing and touched it in his arms, and pulled out a small cloth bag, bulging.

Wan Qing threw it away, with a look of awesome coaxing,

"See, the master is rich, you have this stall, the master has it!"

As he spoke, Wan Qing took out a silver ingot and slapped it on the table, the voice was crisp and pleasant, and many passers-by turned their heads to look at this side, their eyes shining.

"Gotcha!"

The man was overjoyed, picked up the silver ingot with both hands, snorted it with his teeth, and put it into his arms with satisfaction. Then he quickly packed all the snacks on the stall and put them into Wan Qing's back basket one by one.

"Hmph, look down on the master, the master will hit you with a silver cake!"

Shaking the heavy back basket on his shoulder, Wan Qing grunted again, turned around and walked back.

"Welcome to take care of me next time!"

The man waved his hand at Wan Qing, and his old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Old man, where did that kid go just now?"

Just as the man put away the stall and was about to lead the dog away, a young woman walked over.

"Over there!"

The man pointed casually, picked up the courage to lead the dog and left, leaving the woman standing in place.

Along the way, half of the silver cake in Wan Qing's arms was spent, and the back basket behind him was also full.

The two people outside Mo Que's mansion were still squatting hard, they didn't say anything, but they scolded in their hearts, now it's about to set sunset, and no one has appeared in this Mo Que's mansion, and the other mansions are full of people.

"Hmm, why did that little guy come back again?" the fifth-order cultivator frowned, and turned his head to look at Wan Qing who was gasping for breath in the distance.

"Boy, come here!" the fifth-order peak cultivator beckoned to Wan Qing.

"Uncle, what are you going to do?"

Wan Qing stuttered continuously, with fear on her face, showing her powerful acting skills. Wan Qing's heart was also tight, and he had already prepared.

"What's in the back basket?" asked the fifth-order peak cultivator.

"Eat, eat, eat. Wan Qing was submissive, taking a step back with his right foot, and clasping the back basket behind his back with both hands.

"Give me a copy of the uncle, this ingot of gold will be given to you!" The fifth-order peak cultivator didn't bother to talk nonsense, he was too bored to stand here for so long.

Another fifth-order cultivator also hurriedly took out an ingot of gold and asked for a snack.

Tremblingly, he took two ingots of gold, bit them, and put them in his arms, Wan Qing took out two large bags of melon seeds from his back, weighing ten kilograms, enough for two people to peel for a day.

With the basket on his back, Wan Qing walked towards Mo Que's mansion and pushed the door in.

The two cultivators who were snorting melon seeds were immediately stunned, is this the rhythm of going home.

Syllable!

The fifth-order peak cultivator threw the melon seeds in his hand to the ground, and suddenly understood that he had been tricked, and this little guy just now was not the little guy who entered the door before.

"Let's go, go to the eldest prince to report!" The fifth-order peak cultivator got up and pulled the cultivator beside him, but he stopped, thinking secretly in his heart.

"Forget it, continue to monitor, and don't let the eldest prince know about this stubble, otherwise you and I will die ugly!"

The fifth-order peak cultivator looked at his companion who was in a state of confusion with great seriousness.

Touching the two ingots of gold in his arms, Wan Qing was overjoyed, the melon seeds that he didn't even want half a silver cake had increased hundreds of times in a blink of an eye.

After taking away all the food in the back basket, Wan Qing returned the back basket to the sleeping little servant, and stuffed it into the little girl's arms along with the remaining silver cakes.

Next, it was alchemy, refining, and studying the formation.

On the other side, in the Tianzi No. 1 room at the Mo family's reception, Mo Santian sat on one side with a group of high-level executives, and on the opposite side were people from the Ma family, a D-level fifth-order soul cultivator, three D-level first-order soul cultivators, and six C-level ninth-order peak cultivators.

"Patriarch Mo, as long as we hand over the murderer from your Mo family, can't we meet this most basic requirement?" The fifth-order D-level soul cultivator said with a gloomy face, he had been talking with Mo for so long, and the other party didn't even agree to such the most basic requirements, how could this be acceptable.

"Brother Ma, the battle of my Mo family has been inherited for thousands of years, and they all participated voluntarily, especially in this final ring match, all of which are based on personal wishes. So..."

"So you don't pay it to the Mo family, don't you?" A young man who looked seven points similar to Brother Ma patted the table made of fine iron and stone in front of him, and two palm-sized holes were blasted out, and the inner walls of the holes were very smooth, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.

"Leprosy!" the fifth-order soul cultivator snorted coldly.

This is the center of the Mo family, and it is easy to let a few people disappear silently.

"Patriarch Mo, we only need the murderer, I hope Patriarch Mo can be accommodating!"

The fifth-order soul cultivator arched his hand towards Mo Sansan, and then turned around and left with the Ma family and his party.

"Leprosy, the first day of the Ma family is only twenty-three, and it is a cultivator at the peak of the C level, when will my Mo family produce such a genius junior!"

Everyone dispersed, Mo Santian put his hands behind his back, sighed slightly, just now the leprosy shot, one is that the podiac is young and vigorous, and the other is that the Ma family came to demonstrate with medy.

With the qualifications of medy, I am afraid that I can become a soul cultivator before the age of thirty, and over time, the growth of mediody is terrifying just thinking about it.

"Forget it, as long as these two people leave Mo City, it's none of my Mo family's business, at least in the Mo family, I still keep them. Mo Santian said in a low voice.

The dinner has begun, the venue is the square, and the banquet is a flowing water banquet. There is a large table that can accommodate 38 people, and a small table that can only be used for four people.

The delicacies are not on the table, but in the sky, overtaken by large formations, what you want to eat, a stream of energy is transmitted, and the food will fall. The same is true for fine wine.

The damaged ring has been restored and turned into a performance venue, with Meaux's most famous singers, dancers, and musicians taking the stage. The sound of the piano, the sound of the bell, and the sound of heaven surrounded, all the guests drank happily.

At this time, Wan Qing was eating and drinking everywhere with a tweet, and he didn't forget to go to Mo Yue's place to drink a few cups, and Jiu Jiu was also standing in the center of the table, twisting this little buttocks, causing all the women to giggle, and the sound of silver bells was endless.

However, halfway through eating, Jiu Jiu picked up the leg of a honey butter beast in front of Wan Qing, and ran away, Wan Qing chased all the way behind her ass, and the girls were still giggling, making fun of Yi Moer from time to time.

Soon, a man and a beast ran out of the square, still chasing, running in the direction of left and right, all kinds of turns, but the general direction has not changed, it is where Moyan Prison is located.

Along the way, no one, not even children, were celebrating in the square, this banquet at the end of the battle for the heir is only once in decades, and naturally the people of the Mo family in Mo City have to participate.

There was no one, one man and one beast ran faster and faster, and in just two cups of tea, they appeared outside the Moyan Prison.