After Mo Wen finished speaking, Ji Ziyue suddenly hated itchy, and her big bright eyes glared at Mo Wen fiercely, and she was stunned, she even thought that this girl ate too much, you wait for me.

Mo Wen made a five-fold discount, but Ji Changfeng still didn't answer Mo Wen's words.

"No, your patriarchal thinking is too serious, and I don't want to be 500,000 catties, so I have to reluctantly accept her as a girl who has a room." Mo Wen said helplessly.

Ji Ziyue's eyes flashed with a cold light, looking at Mo Wen's very kind look, she couldn't wait to go up and step on it a few times, and imprint the soles of her shoes on that nasty face.

It's a pity that she was held by Yan Ruyu at this time, and she couldn't succeed, so she could only express her anger with her eyes.

Ji Ziyue was angry, and the people of the Ji family over there were also full of righteous indignation, the pearl of the Ji family could only be a girl who had a room, which was simply unbearable.

Feeling the murderous aura of the Ji family's team, Mo Wen shook his head and said, "Don't be so angry, if you don't want to, I have a better solution."

I have an eldest brother, he is still single, he has nothing to say about his character and appearance, and more importantly, his talent is much stronger than your so-called god king body, so let's do it, I will suffer a little loss and marry this little girl to him."

When Mo Wen spoke, his eyes swept over the area where Ye Fan was, intentionally or unintentionally, which made Ye Fan's heart suddenly, this cheap brother-in-law, wouldn't it be true, but this little girl named Ji Ziyue looked really good.

"Bang!"

As soon as Mo Wen finished asking, he heard a loud noise in the sky, and the space not far away was suddenly torn apart.

In the sky, a huge gap spread, and several ethereal figures descended like gods

The three of them stood side by side, their figures, wrapped in a hazy light, and their faces could not be seen clearly from a distance, like gods who ruled the earth, which made the onlookers fearful, and they had the urge to kneel down.

The three of them came very quickly, and in the blink of an eye they were close, and many recognized them.

"Who is the Holy Lord of Shaking Light, the Holy Lord of the Ji Family, and the other person? Can you stand in the middle of the two holy lords?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"The person in the middle is none other than the power of the human race five hundred years ago-Nangong Zheng!" In the crowd, an elderly monk also exclaimed.

The surname Mo is *** annoying, this is almost everyone's thoughts.

The reason why the people of the Ji family heard him talk so much nonsense was that they were waiting for them.

Behind the three people, more than a dozen figures came out of the cracks one after another, looking at the clothes, it was the people of the Shaking Light Holy Land and the Ji family, each breath was like an abyss and the sea, obviously not ordinary people.

At the end of the line, there were two young figures, one male and one female.

Compared with the previous ones, the momentum of those two young people is much lower, but they are just as impossible to ignore.

The man was tall, and his whole body was bathed in holy light, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Female, holy, beautiful, like a Guanghan fairy in the Moon Palace.

Don't ask the doubts in your heart, are these two people the Holy Son of Shaking Light and the Holy Maiden of Shaking Light?

He looked at the three who were approaching quickly.

The man in the middle was a man in Tsing Yi with a majestic figure, with tall figures, eyes like stars, white hair like snow, standing tall and heroic. ….

All around him, the petals fluttered, pieces of crystal, and under his feet was a road paved with flowers, spreading straight into the distance, bursts of fragrant fragrance refreshing people's hearts.

The petals are scattered, and the road formed leads not far to the ground, blooming with Ruicai, and Nangong is always walking on this avenue.

Nangong Zheng's appearance can really be described as full of force.

The person on his left, Mo Wen, heard the discussion in the crowd and knew that it was the Holy Lord of Shaking Light.

He strode forward, and there were one hundred and eight auras around him, each of which was crystal bright and dazzling, as if there were one hundred and eight great worlds, looming.

Every time he took a step forward, a large area of this space would collapse, like a god king surveying the sky!

And on the other side, the Holy Lord of the Ji family

, it is one with the Void Avenue, like the silent universe, and like the boundless starry sky, immortal and immortal, making people feel the void and eternity.

In the process of moving forward, the whole person looms, between the virtual and the real, as if his whole person is in harmony with this heaven and earth.

Seeing the three great powers coming together, the people of the Ji family were overjoyed.

"Little thief, what an honor you are to be tired of my Ji family's holy lord coming here personally!" Someone in the Ji family said coldly.

There was even an old woman in the Ji family's team who said, "Send Miss Ziyue back respectfully, and then kneel to the side, waiting for the Holy Lord and his old man to fall, maybe, you can still have a good time, you must know that the Ji family, it's not something that ants like you can provoke!"

This person is the famous Ji family named Ji Hui who made a statement before, provoked Mo Wen to pull off Ji Haoyue's arm in a rage.

"Noise!" Mo Wen also heard her voice, and with a slap, the void shattered, and the terrifying energy hit Ji Hui.

This seems to be an extremely random beat, there is no great reason, it is extraordinary, there is only extreme speed, and the power of rage is incomparable.

Ji Hui can't even count as a half-step power, how can she resist Mo Wen's blow.

So it was instantly photographed into a blood mist.

"Presumptuous!" A few people near Ji Hui didn't expect Mo Wen to suddenly use a spicy hand, not only did they not have time to rescue at all, but they were also shocked by Yu Jin.

When the people at the scene saw this scene, they all gasped, and they couldn't imagine that Mo Wen, who was hanging on the job, had such strength.

"Regardless of his identity, Daoist friends kidnapped the younger disciples of my Ji family with the big and the small, don't you think this move is too inferior?"

The Holy Lord of the Ji family is in harmony with the void, empty as a great avenue, void as the sky, his voice seems to come from an eternal unknown, it seems ethereal and low, but it is full of indifferent killing intent.

"Joke, Mo is only in his early twenties this year, and he is in his prime, and he is the same age as your Ji family's god king, how did he become a big bully?"

As soon as Mo asked this, the scene was even more silent, everyone thought that he was some kind of unborn antique, and now when he heard him say that he was only twenty years old, they were shocked on the spot.

Because of this, even his boasting of his prime-like style was selectively ignored.

The twenty-year-old is at the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and his physical body is so strong that he can instantly kill the Ji family's famous residence with a raised hand, how great is this?

If it grows, what kind of height will it reach, won't the Eastern Wilderness Human Race have a saint from here?

Hearing what Mo Wen said, the Holy Lord of the Ji Family and the Holy Lord of Shaking Light both had their eyes flashing, and they never expected that Mo Wen was still so young.

They swept through with their divine senses, and understood that Mo Wen was not lying, and their faces suddenly became gloomy.

The strength of the opponent is enough to give people a headache, but they are still so young, an opponent with unlimited future prospects, or endless troubles, the two have to be cautious.

"It's a pity!" The Holy Lord of Shaking Light suddenly sighed softly.

Although there were only three words, everyone still understood the meaning of his words.

A big battle is imperative, and the Holy Lord of Shaking Light has already moved to kill!

The bright moon haunts my heart