"Senior Mo, about this Tai'a Sword, who in the world do you think can hold it?" In general, Mao Jiao is here, this is also the main purpose of his visit, this Quzhou is the base camp of the Mo family, without Mo Zizhai's nod, who can take the Tai'a Sword, even if it is the second Shi Ji Ke in the world, don't look at him who has never shown his head, but all this has already been clear in his chest.

"Taifu Mao, if you ask like this, it's really embarrassing for me, Tai'a Sword is the spiritual creature of heaven and earth, the first sword in the Spring and Autumn Period, how dare the old man assert himself. "How could he not know the meaning of this Mao Jiao, including all the things he and Shi Jike couldn't hide from Mo Zizhai's eyes, but he didn't say anything, he intended to cool this great Qin State master.

"The seniors are really joking, even if it is my Great Qin Monarch, I have to give you a few points, and when I came, I specially asked me to send greetings, what else in this world is that the seniors can't comment on. Mao Jiao said, in the face of a big man like Mo Zizhai, he is neither humble nor arrogant, respectful, his shock to the world for decades, it is indeed worthy of respect, but he is not afraid, even if he has a little such thoughts, the millions of tiger heroes behind him can't help him to be afraid, it has always made people tremble at the feet of the Great Qin State, how could he ever tempt to grovel.

"In that case, I'll say a few words. After taking a sip of water, Mo Zizhai said, after sitting for so long, Mao Jiao was actually a little thirsty, but he didn't see that Mo Zizhai had any intention of giving him tea, and he was embarrassed to ask for it, so he could only give up, and be thirsty if he was thirsty.

"Tai'a, born with the sky, should stand on the ground, although it is not called the sword of the Son of Heaven, but it is almost the same, so only the real name, the chosen son can go to the qualifications, as for those pseudo-dragons, even if they are lucky, they will not be blessed, in the end it is just a bamboo basket to draw water, and even lose their own lives. Mo Zizhai said, but it is not of much value, these are just roadside goods, you can hear it if you ask, how could he not know, as for what pseudo-dragon walking Jiao only said is nonsense, who does not have an imperial dream in his heart, who does not want to be a real dragon, the small pavilion grows into a king, the cow herding baby is still the emperor, the nine dragon chairs sit in turn, who said that I have no real dragon life.

"Okay, as far as the predecessors say, who can be qualified for this Tai'a Sword except for my emperor of the Great Qin Kingdom, the tiger is stepping on the world, and the prestige dominates the Quartet, my monarch is the incarnation of the true dragon, the son of the chosen one, what do the predecessors think?" Mao Jiao said, he didn't really want to listen to Mo Zizhai say that who can hold it, he already had a fixed number in his heart, but he was looking for an opportunity to say this, to find out what this Mo Zizhai meant, the birth of the Mo family, this is shocking news, although the Mo family is a bit exaggerated, but it is definitely a force that should not be underestimated, how they stand in line may be related to the general trend of the world.

Hearing his words, Mo Zizhai just smiled, noncommittal, how could he not understand the intention of this Mao Jiao.

"Taifu Mao, if you don't go out to see the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain again, you will return to Huangquan. After listening for a while, Mo Zizhai said, although he was sitting in the room, everything in Quzhou had been heard.

Yes, Wanjian Mountain is Mao Jiao, that is, the people of the Great Qin State.

"It doesn't matter. Hearing this, Mao Jiao was still motionless like Mount Tai, as if the life and death of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain had nothing to do with him.

After speaking, the two of them didn't speak, they just sat like this, Mo Zizhai even had some fights in his eyelids, and he couldn't say that he would fall asleep after a while.

It seems to be peaceful, but the contest between the two has begun, Mo Zizhai and Mao Jiao, Mo Jia and Daqin, they met for the first time in this dream, and it is not known who wins and who loses.

Besides, outside the city, the struggle between Wanjian Mountain and Han Buzhi is nearing the end, there is no accident, at this moment, there is no sword in Wanjian Mountain's hands, and there is no sword in Wanjian Mountain, which is really ironic.

Han didn't know that the spear was in his hand, and he was about to pour his head and end his life completely, and everyone sighed loudly, and some clapped their hands and cheered, cheering and cheering, just like in the theater, the sound was in the ears.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared, blocking in front of Han Buzhi, this is how it is a coincidence that there is no book, and now Wanjian Mountain is still dead, I won't let him die.

This person dares to come out at this time, obviously because he has some holdings, he still dares to come out knowing that he is afraid of cold, if he doesn't have some ability, he has a problem with his brain.

"You can't kill him today. Looking at the gun Han didn't know, the man said unhurriedly, his voice was gentle, with magnetism, and then look at his appearance, the jade tree is in the wind, the whole is a white-faced scholar, a beauty is like jade, people can't help but feel good at a glance, many people have defected, Fang Cai still supports Han Buzhi, and now it has become a support for others, I have to say, appearance is justice.

"What if I have to kill him?" "The pace does not stop, the cold does not know and still moves forward, today, he is really going to kill this person, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu comes.

"Then I'll kill you. "It's not shocking, it's still gentle, as if it's a confidant, and killing people can be said like this, it's really a must.

In this case, there is only one battle, and the enemy will show his sword, regardless of whether you are a god or a demon.

An iron folding fan, flipped back and forth in his hand, the weapon is also so temperamental, this person's speed has reached a certain point, almost producing the afterimage of the Dao, compared to it, what Qianli Peng is just in vain.

It's still a silver gun, let you play with flowers, it's enough to fight the world, the two of them are fighting together, you come and go, so uncomfortable.

The man was not so much fighting as dancing, even if it was a man, it was still intent, with relish, and there was no sense of disobedience, as if it should have been, and it would be bad if it was a different person.

This makes those young girls and young women who are pregnant with spring even more unbearable, and there are even many screaming loudly, saying what to spend the Spring Festival together, which is really, enviable, and it is indeed delicious to have a good face.

"It's really the ignorant who is fearless, spending the Spring Festival with one life, the scholar has the heart of a beast, is there anyone who is willing?" Someone finally spoke, a sigh, blinded by appearance, I don't know how many people died because of it.

Hearing this, some people are not happy, why do you say that our idol is like this, believe it or not, you are in a hurry to take care of the sisters and beat you to death.

"Jade-faced beast heart Dai Wenxin, do you know?" and ignoring the murderous gazes of those women, he continued.

It's good now, everyone shut up, if it's really that person, it's really a little scary, fortunately he reminded me, otherwise I'm afraid I won't know how to die.

The head of the eight devils, the jade-faced beast heart Dai Wenxin, the jackal heart under the scholar's face, the favorite to seduce women, Tianming only left a headless body, killed more than 10,000 people, I don't know how many people died because of their broken families, gentle smiles with blood, and the soul of the body walks in the world.

Wicked people, evil retribution?