The total population of Mojia Village is less than 1,000.

In terms of liveliness, it naturally cannot be compared with Chang'an City.

But who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year.

Today is the day of the annual annual meeting, although it is not as lively and feasting as the city lord Xiahou's house, but it is also a group of celebrations.

On the battle platform in the square in front of the village, some of the elders of the family watched the battle between the juniors of the Mo family, and their faces showed a deep smile.

The younger disciples of the Mo family, one is better than the other, their talents are very good, and they are full of flowers, these elders of the Mo family seem to have seen the rise of the Mo family.

"Village Chief, Jiaojiao is worthy of being the most talented young genius in my Mo family, not only is it an ice and fire twin martial soul, but also at such a young age, she has the cultivation of the fourth level of the Soul Yuan Realm, and even catches up with some newly promoted elders, it is estimated that it will not take long to surpass me, the old man, the future of the Mo family, it depends on Mo Jiao, congratulations." ”

Above the stands, an elder sat beside Mo Tianhu, his voice full of flattery, and Mo Tianhu's face was full of smiles.

Mo Jiao was praised by others, as a father, of course, he felt glorious and proud, and others praised Mo Jiao as if they praised him.

"Yes, Mo Jiao is talented, no one can take a move in her hands, it is rare in a hundred years, she is a real genius, no one can compare, the village chief, the rise of the Mo family is just around the corner. ”

"Yes, the future of our Mo family depends on her. ”

"At the beginning, Mo Lin was driven out of the village, and it is said that he died in the battle of the Ruthless Sect, and in terms of talent and strength, he is far worse than Mo Jiao. ”

Many people are flattering, praising Mo Jiao to the heavens and the earth, talking nonsense with their eyes open, at the beginning, Mo Lin showed his edge at the martial arts meeting in Chang'an City, everyone understands, Mo Jiao, is not Mo Lin's opponent, but since Mo Lin is dead, even if he is a bunch of ****, who cares?

What's more, Mo Jiao is a twin martial soul of ice and fire, and she is a disciple of the Wandering Holy Academy, even if Mo Lin is not dead, how can he be compared to Mo Jiao?

Even if Mo Lin was lucky to win Mo Jiao at the beginning, even if he is still alive now, he must have been thrown away far away, and some people even lamented that Mo Lin died early, otherwise, the two would have another big competition, so that Mo Jiao could be very happy.

Mo Tianhu's face was full of red light, his face was smiling like a flower, and he said politely: "Where, the juniors of my Mo family are all diligent and pendeficial, they are all very good, they are all very good, compared to my two sons and daughters, they are not bad." ”

"This is not the village chief's teaching, it is not at all comparable to Mo Qingshan, Mo Qingshan, it is the son who delayed my Mo family, and the son he cultivated, is not loyal and filial, and is a disobedient person. ”

"Huh!"

Mo Tianhu smiled faintly and said: "Mo Lin and Mo Qingshan are both scum in Mojia Village, and the Mo family has the two of them, which is the biggest shame, how can they be compared with Jiaojiao?"

"Yes, they don't deserve it. Someone immediately chimed in.

At this time, they didn't know that under a big tree not far behind the stands, there was a figure quietly watching them, and the conversation of everyone on the stage fell into his ears word for word.

"Not worthy? Don't talk about people's wrongs, for more than a year, the Mo family has become more and more unbearable, and their strength has not increased much, but they have learned a lot of kung fu. ”

Rumble!

There was a bang on the stage.

Mo Tianhu's eldest son, Mo Chen, blasted a Mo family disciple down with the force of a hurricane, and suddenly there were cheers from the crowd.

"Okay! Great! Tiger Father has no dogs, Mochen, it's amazing. ”

"I think that Mo Qingshan's waste son was arrogant and domineering, but now, the two genius children of our village chief, not to mention Jiaojiao, are amazing, and Mo Chen is also amazingly talented, except for Jiaojiao, no one in the Mo family is his opponent, even some of the older generation are about to be caught up. ”

A new elder of the Mo family said with a smile, and the hearty voice came out from afar, extremely clear, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Naturally, this includes Merlin, who has been watching under the trees for half an hour!

Merlin was going to look at it again, but after hearing this, he felt that there was no need to wait any longer, so he couldn't help but show a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his head, looked at the crowd in the distance, and said softly: "Really?"

The sound is not loud, but it is deep and deep, like thunder, hitting people's hearts, and everyone in the field can hear it clearly.

The villagers looked shocked, followed the sound, and their eyes fell on the tall, slender figure under the big tree.

Hundreds of villagers fell silent in an instant, and from time to time there was a sound of gasping cold air.

"It's him!"

This figure is all too familiar.

Although half a year has passed, although many people have tried to forget the waste that has been driven out of the family, the talent he showed at the annual meeting shocked the audience, and the Chang'an Martial Arts Conference was even more powerful than the heroes, becoming the pride of the sky in the eyes of the people of the city.

Later, the Ruthless Sect was destroyed, and there was news that there were more than 50,000 disciples from the sect up and down the sect, and none of them survived, and the guy who was driven out by the family was naturally no exception.

But now, he's back.

On the occasion of the annual meeting of the Mojia family, he returned to the Mojia Village.

"It's him, Merlin!"

"Merlin, he's back, back to Mojia Village!"

Looking at the figure under the tree, the gaze of everyone in the Mo family instantly froze, and the meaning in their eyes was different.

At this time, the figure is a little more mature than a year ago, the edges and corners on the face are more distinct, and at the same time, there is a little more sharpness and depth in that calm gaze.

"Merlin. ”

Mo Tianhu's eyes narrowed slightly, this guy who was forced out of the Mo family by him and escaped by luck in the City Lord's Mansion actually threw himself into the net and came back!

The corners of his narrowed eyes slowly rose, and Mo Tianhu's face showed a touch of irony, Mo Lin, are you coming back to find death!

And next to the battle platform, Mo Jiao's gaze was diametrically opposed to Mo Tianhu, her body instantly stiffened, it was Mo Lin, it was him, he was not dead!

Mo Jiao suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart, although she didn't admit it, but at the beginning of the battle in Chang'an City, Mo Lin left an indelible shadow in her heart, she didn't think that Mo Lin came back this time to bring shame on herself.

As a student of the Joyful Sacred Academy, she had been cultivating in the Qingyun Sect for many years, and she knew better than anything about Mo Lin's performance when the Ruthless Sect was destroyed.

At that time, he was able to kill two second-level martial artists with one against two, and even Song Renfeng, the son of Song Wangye and a fourth-level martial artist cultivation, was not his opponent, after a year, what terrible level would Mo Lin's cultivation improve?

Mo Jiao didn't dare to think about it.

She is proud by nature, and she has always looked at no one, but in front of Merlin, her pride is not vulnerable at all.