Urban Spirit Sword Fairy

Chapter 138 Unfilial Children and Grandchildren

Mo Xianyi's heart trembled, damn it, it's over.

With a whoosh, the Dragon Scale Sword flew into Lin Fan's hand by itself, instantly severed the connection with Mo Xianyi, and burst into dazzling white light.

Lin Fan felt the powerful power coming from the Dragon Scale Sword.

What a good sword!

Lin Fan looked at the dragon scale sword in his hand in surprise, sure enough, the magic weapon is not ordinary.

Sudden.

With a snap, Mo Xianyi actually knelt down again.

He looked up at the sky: "Old ancestor, my children and grandchildren are unfilial, I am sorry for you!"

"Why did Elder Mo kneel down again?"

"Could Elder Mo have a habit of kneeling down?"

"It's really hard to tell. Such a big man has all kinds of strange hobbies."

This time, Mo Xianyi no longer had liver pain, but pain all over his body.

This is a heirloom of his Mo family.

A treasure passed down from generation to generation.

Let him go out, how to explain to the ancestors?

"This!" Rong Yunhe looked at Mo Xianyi who was kneeling on the ground, even though the relationship between the two parties was not good, he felt extremely sympathetic.

The many elders above, looking at Mo Xianyi below, felt extremely sympathetic in their hearts.

When looking at Lin Fan, it was like looking at a monster.

This Dragon Scale Sword has recognized Mo Xianyi as the master.

As soon as Lin Fan approached, he recognized the master.

One by one, they thought to themselves that they couldn't let Lin Fan get close to their family's heirlooms.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to end up like Mo Xianyi.

As soon as Mo Xian knelt on the ground, looking at the sky, his head was dizzy, and he had a thought that life should be happy and death should be sad.

It would be fine if this heirloom was stolen.

The key is to let him do it himself.

"That." Lin Fan looked at the enlightened Mo Xianyi, and hurriedly said: "If it's okay, I, I'll go first. As for the Dragon Scale Sword, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Fan left here, fearing that Mo Xianyi would suddenly go crazy and kill himself with a single blow.

How wronged myself then.

Lin Fan took the dragon scale sword and hurried back to the house he lived in.

He couldn't help feeling that his shit luck was really good enough.

If there is no weapon in hand, Elder Mo will give it to him.

This made Lin Fan feel rather embarrassed.

After returning to his residence, he also carefully looked at the dragon scale sword.

The hilt of the Dragon Scale Sword is engraved with scales. Although it is called the Dragon Scale Sword, it cannot be a real dragon scale.

A faint white light radiates from these scales.

"Brother Fan!"

Outside the door, Bai Jingyun and Fang Jinggen ran in at this time.

"Brother Fan, you are really ruthless. You dare to take the heirlooms of the Mo family." Fang Jinggen's mouth twitched, looking at Lin Fan, a little speechless.

That is a family heirloom of the Mo family!

"Elder Mo is so enthusiastic, he insisted on giving it to me like a gift, and I feel very helpless." Lin Fan said.

If Mo Xian heard Lin Fan say this, he might be so angry that he vomited blood.

Bai Jingyun said: "Hurry up and let me see, magic weapon, I have never seen it before."

The two took the dragon scale sword and looked at it.

Such a good baby actually made Lin Fan confused.

The two of them are also very envious.

dong dong dong.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Mo Chen stood at the door: "Lin Fan."

"Mo Chen?" Lin Fan frowned, looking at Mo Chen standing at the door: "Is there something wrong?"

Mo Chen pointed to the Dragon Scale Sword: "The Dragon Scale Sword is a family heirloom of our Mo family..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Jinggen, who was holding the Dragon Scale Sword, hurriedly said, "Could it be that the Mo family can't afford to lose? They gave it away generously, and now they come here and want us to return it? No way!"

Mo Chen frowned, he took a deep breath and said, "Lin Fan, you should also know that the power of our Mo family..."

"Come, come!" Lin Fan hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Mo, look, this Bingjian is not what I want, is it?"

Mo Chen frowned, this was indeed brought out by Mo Xianyi on his own initiative.

Lin Fan said: "Look again, this Dragon Scale Sword was given to me by Elder Mo Xianyi on his own initiative to encourage my younger generation. Elder Mo is willing to give it up. Look, you come to ask for it now and pass it on. Don't lose Elder Mo's face."

Mo Chen was just about to continue talking.

Lin Fan said: "Well, I, Lin Fan, am not an unreasonable person, but the sword was given by Elder Mo. If you want to get it back, you have to come here in person, right?"

What Mo Chen wanted to say was blocked by Lin Fan.

Can Mo Xianyi keep his face down?

What does it matter if he comes back to ask for the things he gave away?

Let the entire Cangjian Sect think of their Mohists.

Originally, he assigned Mo Chen to analyze to Lin Fan the fact that the Mo family would definitely not spare Lin Fan lightly after taking the Dragon Scale Sword.

Then understand it with emotion, move it with reason, and finally use some demon pills or other magic weapons to exchange the Dragon Scale Sword back.

But now, Lin Fan has already talked about this, how can Mo Chen open his mouth to let Lin Fan return the Dragon Scale Sword.

Seeing that Mo Chen had nothing to say, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Brother Mo, please tell Elder Mo that I, Lin Fan, will not refuse to return it, but let him get it himself."

Lin Fan acted as if I didn't want to pay back, which made Mo Chen quite helpless.

"Okay, I'll go back and tell the Patriarch."

Watching Mo Chen leave, Fang Jinggen couldn't help but said, "Lin Fan, if this continues, what if the Mo Family takes action against you?"

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "Don't worry, at least I won't do this in a short time."

At this moment, the Mo family would be ashamed to attack themselves.

At this moment, a disciple came to the door and said, "Lin Fan, the master asked you to go there."

"Master?"

Lin Fan was a little surprised, but then he was relieved.

Before Rong Yunhe wanted to see him, he really had to sneak around.

But now, he has shown his natural strength, even if Rong Yunhe sees him, it is purely reasonable.

Others probably wouldn't think too much about it.

Lin Fan and Bai Jingyun greeted Fang Jinggen, and followed the disciple to a very high mountain at the gate of the Cangjian Sect.

This mountain peak is connected by a suspension bridge, and there are occasional white clouds floating over the mountain peak, but it seems to be full of fairy spirit.

On the mountain peak, there is a courtyard.

This is where Rong Yunhe lived.

The disciple led Lin Fan into another courtyard and came to the door of a study.

The disciple knocked on the door: "Master, here we are."

"Well, let him in!" Rong Yunhe's majestic voice came from inside.

Lin Fan pushed open the door and walked into the room. Rong Yunhe was sitting in front of a desk, holding a book in his hand to read, and there was a pot of tea beside him, and sandalwood was lit.

"Here you come? Sit down." Rong Yunhe nodded slightly to Lin Fan, pointing to the wooden chair in front of him.

(End of this chapter)