"Uncle. Mo Liang called softly, "The so-called matchmaker's words are just a joke. As you can remember, my father and mother must have been very pleased. However, a joke is a joke after all, and it can't be taken seriously. ”

"Liang'er......" Xing Feng sighed sluggishly.

"Uncle, I think we'd better take our leave. Mo Liang raised his hand and clenched his fist.

The atmosphere was stiff, and it was obvious that if he continued to stay, the rivalry between Xing Feng's father and daughter would be even more serious.

"Liang'er, let's stay here!" Bai Ling also said with regretful expression.

"Nope. Mo Liang shook his head, a hint of gloom and resoluteness flashed in his eyes, he turned his head and looked at Xing Wan, "In the Sacred Domain Election, I will defeat Wang Lingfeng." ”

After speaking, he hugged his fists at Xing Feng and Bai Ling again, and turned away.

Xing Wan looked at Mo Liang in a daze, opened her mouth, and finally watched Mo Liang leave silently. She pursed her lips and muttered, "How can it be, but I don't want to upset you......

Xing Feng raised his hand and shouted, "Eh, Liang'er......"

Shi Jun stood up with a wry smile, pressed down Xing Feng's arm with his palm, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let him go." You may not know that Mo Liang came here to defeat Wang Lingfeng and ask for an explanation. ”

"Shi Jun, how did you say this? Liang'er is going to participate in the Sacred Domain election?"

Shi Jun nodded, "This duel was already doomed a year ago. I'm here because I'm afraid that the Wang family will cover the sky with one hand! In short, don't blame yourself, Mo Liang's anger is not because of Wan'er's refusal, I'm afraid it's just because of Wang Lingfeng's competition. ”

All three were a little confused. How did Mo Liang and Wang Lingfeng become hostile?

"Mural will win. Shi Jun smiled and hammered Xing Feng's shoulder with his fist, "Let's go! The election is over, I'll come to beg you for a drink again!"

"Shi Jun ......"

Xing Feng shouted again, but only saw Shi Jun quickly catching up with Mo Liang's back.

He sighed heavily and looked at Bai Lingmian. "How can this kid have a sharp aura that Mo Zhai doesn't have?"

Bai Ling shook his head and guessed, "Maybe it was the same when Mo Zhai was young!, otherwise, how could he come here incognito and Yueniang?"

"You know, you can't look good. Mo Liang's background may be far more revered than Wang Lingfeng!" Bai Ling sighed helplessly.

Xing Wan pouted dissatisfiedly, unable to agree with her parents. "How could he win Wang Lingfeng? Wang Lingfeng is a mutated stabbing soul white dragon, many of my friends say that he is the most powerful clan Tianjiao now!"

Xing Wan with a willful face made Xing Feng sigh again.

"The most powerful clan is just Tianjiao. But outside the clan, how many hidden dragons and crouching tigers are there?"

......

The scorching sun was scorching, and Mo Liang walked silently, clenching his fists gently.

"Xiao Liangzi, Wan'er, her nature is not bad, it's just that Xing Feng is middle-aged and overspoiled. ”

"I know, old man. I just can't wait, I can't wait to ask Wang Lingfeng for an explanation, what he owes me is more than just a victory! I want to use my fist to tell him that I, Mo Liang, am by no means an object that he can despise and bully!"

Mo Liang stopped and said seriously.

"But it ruined your and uncle's spirits, and you were going to talk all night. Actually, old man, you don't have to come with me......"

"Silly boy, I can't rest assured. When you get to the Sanctuary, we have time, leave us alone. Where are you going to take me now? The old man has no money. ”

Mo Liang smiled, turned over his hand and took out a peach nameplate, and shook it, "Is it enough?"

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to be a high roller! The old man wants to live in the best place in the holy city and eat the best meals!"

"Good!" Mo Liang shouted. With money in his hand, he is not panicked in his heart, and tens of thousands of contribution points are also a lot of money for Wen Xiu.

The Holy City of Xichuan Tower, a golden signboard for decades. The location is on the north side of the Holy City, on the exit side of the quasi-guard, guard, and internal guard areas. The culture here is like water, the rivers are endless, and the breath is long, and it is not a strong person with a deep foundation.

Recently, there has been an influx of young heroes in Xichuan Building.

The Northwest Holy City, among the Seven Cities of the Instantaneous Domain, is also a large-scale Holy City, with a vast wasteland under its jurisdiction and many villages. Among them, there are many talented seeded players. With the coming of the Sanctuary General Election, many of them stayed in the Xichuan Tower.

Mo Liang probably knew that the general election of the Sacred Domain was usually held in the Guard Martial Arts Arena, and he came here with Shi Jun all the way. This familiar place made Shi Jun sigh again. The price of five hundred contribution points per day was enough to make many ordinary Wen cultivators sigh with admiration, but Mo Liang asked for two good rooms without blinking.

Shi Jun laughed and admired, "Enjoy, enjoy!" so spending money like dirt, as if he had returned to those wanton years.

Settle in separately.

Mo Liang stood in front of the window, and from time to time he could see that there were new residents, who were not very old, but full of different and eye-catching atmospheres.

In the Sacred Domain General Election, you must be a teenager under the age of 18 to be eligible to participate. And if a strong person above the age of eighteen wants to enter the holy realm, he has to go through other methods. Of all the ways, perhaps only the Sanctuary Election is the easiest and the most difficult. It is simple to say that the teenagers who enter the Sacred Domain through the Sacred Domain General Election are often not the strongest, or even the weakest, and they have more of an infinite future. It is also difficult to say that it is also because every year in the Sacred Domain General Election, only ten people are selected, and these ten people are not extremely talented people, and it is impossible to pass the Sacred Domain General Election.

Therefore, the Sanctuary General Election is also known as the hunting ground of Tianjiao, and the weak are just a tiptoe stone for the strong.

After only about half an hour's observation, Mo Liang saw no less than ten teenagers who had entered the eighth grade and the ninth grade of ink.

The Nine Grades of Ink are already the top strength in the Sacred Domain election. No matter how strong it is, I'm afraid it's already in the Sanctuary.

Even with such a number of outstanding teenagers, it was difficult for Mo Liang to feel pressure. His strength is the ninth rank of ink, but in terms of real combat power, even if he doesn't use the indulgence trick, I'm afraid there are few who can win him. The quenching body of the earth fire element, the strength of the fist, any kind of martial intent, is a rare creation for others.

What's more, Mo Liang's real hole cards are still incomprehensible indulgences with unfathomable power.

Instantaneous Apocalypse Inheritance, how can ordinary people match it?

In other words, others are just the geniuses of the village, and Mo Liang is the Tianjiao in the Tianjiao pile. Even if he is as low-key as the wind, many people only hear of his name.

"Xiao Liangzi, the Sanctuary General Election will start in seven days. Tomorrow, registration will begin. ”

Shi Jun came to Mo Liang's window, followed his gaze and chuckled, and spoke.

Mo Liang came back to his senses and nodded. "Old man, I can sign up and go by myself. It's all teenagers here, it's so dazzling for you to follow me!"

Shi Jun nodded, just signed up, he was not afraid of the Wang family's embarrassment.