readx;? Mo Tianhu's face suddenly sank, his daughter was reprimanded, how could he, a father, not be angry? But before he could speak, an indifferent voice sounded from the side. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Pay attention to the way you speak, a small Mojia Village head, in the eyes of my Qingyun Sect, is just an ant. ”

The person who spoke was one of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect who accompanied Mo Jiao into the village, he was one of Mo Jiao's suitors, this time Mo Jiao returned to the village, and volunteered to be the role of the flower messenger, seeing the person he liked being reprimanded, how could he bear it.

"You Qingyun Sect is powerful, then go back to Qingyun Sect, what are you doing in my Mojia Village? My father is the village head, it seems that he didn't invite you to come, right? As a guest, you don't even know the most basic way of hospitality, and you speak disrespectfully in the master's house, are you all this kind of garbage who doesn't understand etiquette and lacks education and little upbringing?"

Mo Lin, who had been silent, spoke, after seeing Xiao Aotian's arrogance, he didn't have a good impression of Qingyun Sect, and now the guy in front of him dared to speak disrespectfully to his father, although he didn't like to be as reckless as a shrew scolding the street, but he couldn't let Mo Qingshan scold him, it was too disrespectful.

"You ......" The Qingyun Sect disciple's face was red when he was scolded, but he didn't know how to refute it, the impulse of the essence insect and brain made him about to draw his sword and make a move, but Mo Tianhu spoke in time.

"Brute, you dare to insult Qingyun Sect, don't you want to live anymore!"

Mo Tianhu had to be angry, and Mo Lin's last sentence undoubtedly even scolded Mo Jiao. How could he tolerate trampling on his daughter's dignity in front of so many people?

"Joke!" Mo Lin narrowed his eyes and met Mo Tianhu's gaze without fear, "The people of the Qingyun Sect insulted the head of Mojia Village as an ant, that is, they are scolding you for not even being as good as ants, you are a dignified Mo family elder, you don't stand up for the family's reputation, but help outsiders teach me a lesson, what face do you have to sit here and point fingers, don't you feel ashamed?"

Although for various reasons, many people looked down on Mo Lin and his son, but the words of the disciple of the Qingyun Sect undoubtedly caused public anger, Mojia Village attaches great importance to honor, although there is internal fighting, but the attitude is the same when it comes to the outside, seeing that Mo Tianhu actually helps outsiders speak, many people have a dissatisfied look in their eyes.

"That's good, I also want to ask, Mo Tianhu, when did your surname Xiao?"

Mo Qingshan was very happy, and glanced at Mo Lin approvingly, this kind of words and words are hearty, and he is happy to listen to them, let him say, at most, it is at this level.

"Okay, it's all my own family, today is the big day of the annual meeting, it's noisy and funny, the fourth, you are the patriarch, don't delay the time, hurry up." The second elder hurriedly played a round, his eyes flashed with a sly light, what Mo Tianhu said was indeed out of place, and if he continued to argue, he would only embarrass himself.

Mo Qingshan and Mo Lin glanced at each other and walked towards the position of the patriarch.

"Mo Qingshan, sooner or later, one day, I will make you pay for today's words!" Mo Jiao stared at Mo Qingshan's back, secretly hating in her heart, she knew that she couldn't beat him, but she couldn't now, sooner or later in the future, one day she would be humiliated by today, and the two Qingyun Sect disciples were also resentful.

"The annual meeting has officially begun. ”

Without any opening remarks, Mo Qingshan looked around and announced the start of the annual meeting.

There are always no more than 7-800 people in Mojia Village, and less than 200 young juniors under the age of 20, half of whom have not awakened martial spirits, and only more than 80 people are qualified to participate in the annual meeting.

The annual meeting in the village is to test the strength of the young disciples, in order to stimulate their fighting spirit, those who rank high will be rewarded accordingly, and the first person in the ranking this year will get a lower grade spirit weapon, which the family bought at a great price.

According to the rules of previous years, the content of the annual meeting test is very simple, and there is only one item - competitive competition.

As soon as Mo Qingshan finished speaking, the second elder stood up.

"A total of eighty-eight people who are qualified to play this year, the rules remain the same, a total of three rounds, the first round is a single challenge, the two sides are determined by the elders' council by drawing lots, after determining the top ten, the second round of the challenge competition, anyone who is not satisfied can challenge the top ten disciples at will, and the winner will take his place. After the end of the challenge, it was the final round of ranking battles to determine the top ten rankings, and the first place was Tianjiao ...... from Mojia Village."

The annual meeting is held once a year, and everyone has already memorized the rules, and as the second elder finished speaking, he took out two bamboo sticks from the box with the names of the contestants written on them.

"The first game of the first round, Mo Tian, against Mo Xiaodong. ”

The two disciples of the Mo family in the crowd climbed on the high platform of the martial arts arena, they were both fifth-level martial artists, and after a simple salute, they released their martial spirits at the same time to launch a fierce attack on the other party, and the final result ended in Mo Tian's victory.

"Mo Tiansheng, the next game, Mo Feng Valley, against Mo Ling. ”

This one ended faster, Mo Feng Gu was a fifth-level martial artist, Mo Ling was a sixth-level martial artist, and with just one punch, Mo Ling ended the battle and won the victory.

With the voice of the second elder, there were constantly disciples coming to the stage, some of them were evenly matched, and some were unlucky, and they drew a master far beyond themselves, and they even saved their shots, and directly announced that they would admit defeat.

"The next game is Mo Jiao......"

Hearing these two words, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, the genius of Mojia Village was finally about to appear, and she didn't know who would be her opponent.

"To Moping. ”

"I throw in the towel!"

Who knows, as soon as the second elder shouted out Mo Jiao's opponent, Mo Ping in the crowd didn't even dare to go on stage, so he automatically admitted defeat.

This result is very disappointing, but it is also reasonable, with Mo Jiao's strength, not to mention Mo Ping, who only has a seventh-level martial artist's cultivation, even a tenth-level martial artist is humiliating.

"Mo Lan, Battle, Merlin. ”

When the names of the next group of fighters were called, a commotion erupted in the crowd.

"This waste has finally come out. ”

"His opponent turned out to be Mo Lan, and he had a good show. ”

"Yes, Mo Lan was a seventh-level martial artist three months ago, and it is said that he is only half a step away from the eighth level, and Mo Lin met him in the first game and was dead. ”

There was a lot of discussion, and except for a very few people, no one was optimistic about Merlin.

"Senior brother, you must win!" The little fat man cheered Mo Lin up, with an excited face.

"Don't worry. ”

Merlin stepped onto the stage under the gaze of everyone.

"Admit defeat, lest you bring shame upon yourself. ”

Mo Lan looked at Mo Lin proudly and said indifferently.

"Are you sick?"

Mo Lin was thundered by Mo Lan's words, he felt that he was arrogant enough, this guy in front of him was obviously mader than him, although he was cultivating in the past few days, he had also seen Mo Qingshan record the list of people who participated in the annual meeting in the village.

The list is marked with the strength and cultivation of these people, if I remember correctly, Mo Lan should be a seventh-level martial artist, he actually let himself admit defeat as soon as he came to power, isn't he sick?