"Shui Xiang, Mo Xie, what happened when you went to Tianlian Valley?" Wu Kui's expression was a little relaxed, as if he was quite surprised by this. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Indeed, the improvement of Wu Moxie's strength, as long as he is still a member of Leng Zhuzuka's clan, can be regarded as an additional boost.

Moreover, how long has it been since Wu Moxie left? It was only three months since he was full, and what a leap it was to be able to go from no cultivation to the first level of the Mixed Yuan Realm in three months?!

This kind of cultivation speed is simply unprecedented, and it is even enough to make people feel shocked.

With the decline of the Cold Bamboo Mound, the resources within the clan were scarce, and they could no longer provide enough resources for the clansmen to cultivate. Therefore, the clan had to change its strategy, let the clansmen with better qualifications grow up first, and barely support the family.

Wu Hutian is one of the people who benefited from it. And Wu Yunwolf, because of his qualifications as a pseudo-emperor soul, can be said to be responsive in the clan.

It can be said that although Wu Yunwolf's qualifications are outstanding and can be regarded as a genius, if he did not have the full support of his family, he would definitely not have the cultivation of the peak of the seventh layer of the Mixed Yuan Realm at such an early age.

But Wu Moxie is different, without any provision of the elixir soul stone, after three months apart, there is actually a cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Realm, how terrifying is this?!

What's more, before Wu Moxie left the family, he was just a mortal with no soul.

The silent clansmen, their eyes were round, and they looked at Wu Moxie as if they were looking at a demon.

Five flavors are mixed.

This emotion wafted through the entire space, making people a little breathless.

"Maybe I've awakened, don't forget, my father is a Voyeur God Realm Priest of the Water Phase. Wu Moxie touched his nose, and his indifferent tone made the corners of his mouth twitch in the eyes of everyone around him.

Awakened?

These people have lived to this age, but they have never heard of the idea of a zodiac or an awakening.

"Stinky boy, your skin is as thick as a city wall. The voice of disdain sounded in his head, and the words in his body were finally spoken.

When Wu Moxie heard this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, which undoubtedly further confirmed the words of the ginseng doll.

"It's good to awaken, Mo Ye, if you need it in cultivation in the future, just tell the patriarch me, I will do my best to help. Wu Kui was obviously in a good mood, and naturally followed Wu Moxie's words, and even in his tone, there was a hint of kindness.

"Thank you, Patriarch. Wu Moxie bowed slightly.

Wu Kui shook his head, pondered for a moment, seemed to have made a decision, and said: "Since you have returned to the clan safely, the widow will fulfill the promise made that day and give you the soul of the king of the clan." ”

"What?!"

Wu Hutian's heart shook, and his fists suddenly clenched, he already gritted his teeth, revealing a little anger.

The words caused a thousand waves, and although the clansmen were in an uproar, no one openly objected. They could all guess what the patriarch's motive was.

Since Wu Moxie is no longer a mortal in the past, and with his cultivation at the first level of the Mixed Yuan Realm, he can be regarded as a leader among the juniors, not to mention the terrifying cultivation speed.

This move seemed to be presumptuous, but it was to keep Wu Moxie in the family.

The corners of Wu Moxie's mouth were slightly hooked, although a complete Wang Soul had a lot of temptation for other clansmen, it didn't mean much to him.

Immediately, Wu Moxie wanted to refuse politely, but he didn't think about it, Wu Hutian opened his mouth first.

"Patriarch, what you promised that day was that Wu Moxie brought back the Heavenly Lotus Valley Sequence before giving away the King Soul, but this kid obviously didn't get the sequence, I'm afraid it would be unfair for you to do this!" Wu Hutian raised his tone and reminded.

"Wu Hutian, when will it be your turn to point fingers at the decision made by the patriarch?" the patriarch suddenly turned his head, his sonorous voice was filled with annoyance, and under his eyebrows, there was even more in his eyes.

The words of the patriarch are so obvious, you elm head still don't understand my intentions?!

Wu Kui's every move can be said to be known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart, and the meaning is already very clear, that is, to keep Wu Moxie in the clan.

But Wu Hutian's blatant dismantling of the stage not only made Wu Kui's patriarch a little unbearable, but also intensified the contradiction step by step.

Immediately, Wu Kui's face changed a little when he looked at Wu Hutian, and he suddenly understood. Wu Hutian didn't see his intentions, it was clearly too clear.

Wu Kui's personal grievances between Wu Hutian and Wu Ke are known.

After Wu Cao's death, Wu Hutian accumulated resentment on his heirs, and now his blatant opposition shows that he does not want Wu Moxie to stay in the family.

"Amberland, after so many years, why can't you let go of ......?"

Wu Kui was a little silent for a while.

On the other hand, the white-robed young man with an indifferent face in front of him didn't care, he hugged his fists and said: "Patriarch Bulao is worried, I am not very interested in the soul of the king." ”

"Mother is still waiting for me to see her, you can continue, don't bother. Wu Moxie swept his eyes and said with a chuckle.

Wu Kui looked helpless, sighed and nodded. Wu Moxie is gone, and it is estimated that he will not return to Leng Zhuzuka.

This family has never given him anything, and naturally there will be no heart to give back.

When Wu Moxie took the moon and walked down the stone stairs step by step, he was stopped again, this time the person who "found fault" was Wu Yunwolf.

Wu Moxie smiled softly and bitterly, even if he didn't cause trouble, it seemed that trouble would always find him on his own.

Slowly turning his head, the two lines of sight collided in the void.

"Something?" Wu Moxie narrowed his eyes, and his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Since you have the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Realm, you are qualified to participate in today's competition, don't you plan to show your hands?" Wu Yunwolf asked jokingly.

"Not interested. Wu Moxie decisively refused.

"Are you afraid?" Wu Yunwolf aggressively attacked.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Wu Moxie sneered and walked out with the moon.

"Hmph, who said that he threatened to take away the emperor-level remnant soul in my body?" Wu Yunwolf's voice pierced through this space, and a cold voice resounded.

Wu Moxie stopped suddenly.

"I don't even dare to participate in the competition within the clan, what are you going to fight with me?!" The last sentence was already mixed with soul power, like a burst of rolling thunder, and the person who heard it changed color.

The thin white-robed figure turned around and stared at Wu Yunwolf on the high platform, a cold smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"As you wish, I will participate in this competition!"

Wu Moxie, Wu Yunwolf, there has been almost no intersection in life, but they are destined to be a pair of enemies.

Since Wu Yunwolf took away the emperor-level remnant soul, the fates of the two have become completely different, and their status in the family is even more different.

From beginning to end, Wu Yunwolf was like a phoenix soaring above the nine heavens, indifferently looking down at Wu Moxie who was living like an ant on the ground, without a trace of mercy.

But one day, the ants grew wings and sharp teeth, and stood above the clouds like themselves.

This undoubtedly made the phoenix feel annoyed, and the pride of the king seemed to be provoked.

He wants to tear the ant's wings and pull out its sharp teeth, so that the ant can fully understand who is the real master.

But alas, this haughty phoenix was blinded by anger.

Standing in front of him was not an ant, but an evil dragon that had been dormant for many years.