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"I haven't seen them perform martial arts, but I heard that they are all eighth level." Xiao An said. "As for the period of the eighth level, I don't know. Anyway, they are very powerful. Everyone is afraid of the two elders."

Mo Zhitao said, "Xiao'an, thank you." Mo Zhitao saw a villa in front of him, and the word "[-]" was pasted on the wall of the villa.

Xiao An collected her internal energy and gently landed on the open space in front of the villa, and Mo Zhitao followed suit.

Just when Mo Zhitao just landed on the ground, he felt a very strong aura inside, which made people feel an indescribable pressure.

"Uncle Men, today is the first day for Vice Minister Mo of our medical department to report for duty. The elder asked Mo Department to come here for a while." Xiaoan said to the pillar on the right.

When Mo Zhitao heard what Xiao An said, he realized that there was an old man with a white beard leaning against the pillar on the right. He was about seven or eighty years old. Because of the cover of his beard, Mo Zhitao couldn't see his age clearly.

Strange, I didn't seem to notice an old man just now.Mo Zhitao thought in his heart.This is a bit weird, if he hadn't looked carefully at the pillar on the right, he didn't seem to have noticed the old man.

Moreover, Wumeng's name seems to be a bit random. Uncle Che and Uncle Men are probably not real names, but just a code name.

The old man seemed to be sleeping and didn't hear Xiao An's words. When Mo Zhitao was wondering, an old voice came from inside, "Let him in."

Xiao An pointed to the inside, and then whispered to Mo Zhitao: "Mobu, you go in, the elder is waiting for you inside."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble Xiao An." Mo Zhitao nodded.

When Mo Zhitao passed the pillar, he deliberately glanced at the old man, but the old man was still sleeping, and his steady breathing seemed to be really asleep.

Mo Zhitao didn't care about Mr. Men, he walked directly into the villa, and saw a large chessboard on the wall of the hall, and two boxes of black and white chess pieces on the table.There were two old people sitting on two wooden chairs beside the table, Mo Zhitao seemed unable to see their faces clearly.

However, Mo Zhitao could still see the difference between these two old people, that is, their hair was very long, one was black and the other was white, which made people recognizable at a glance.

"Hello, two elders." Seeing that there were only two people in the hall, Mo Zhitao must be the two elders of the Martial League.

"Are you Mo Zhitao?" the white-haired elder looked at Mo Zhitao and asked.

"Yes, I'm Mo Zhitao, I'm here to report today, please take care of me in the future." Mo Zhitao clasped his hands.

The black-haired elder waved his hand and said, "Mo Zhitao, our martial arts league doesn't have so many rules, as long as you follow the relevant orders. The old man Zhang has already told us about your situation. You don't need to be in the medical department, but you have something to do. When, you have to come over and help deal with it."

"That's no problem." Mo Zhitao nodded. This was what he wanted to say the most.If he was allowed to stay here every day, he would not agree to be the deputy minister. After all, he still has a lot of things to do outside.

"Mo Zhitao, I want to try your martial arts." As soon as the white-haired elder finished speaking, he stared at Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then an indescribable momentum pressed towards him.

"Mo Zhitao, use all you can to resist my pressure. If you can't bear it, just speak out, and I will stop." The white-haired elder said.

"Okay, try it." Mo Zhitao nodded.He also wanted to see the strength of the martial arts masters.

As the white-haired elder exerted pressure, Mo Zhitao felt his body becoming more and more uncomfortable. He seemed to be enveloped by a small aura, and as time went by, the aura became tighter and tighter, as if he was about to He was devoured.

Mo Zhitao used his internal strength to resist the aura. About a minute later, the white-haired elder opened his eyes and looked at Mo Zhitao. He never thought that Mo Zhitao could last so long.

He smiled and continued to pressurize. Mo Zhitao felt that the current aura was so strong that he had to use [-]% of his internal strength to resist.

"Not bad." The white-haired elder laughed, and then his aura became even more terrifying. Mo Zhitao felt that he was about to lose his hold.

However, Mo Zhitao still used his yin and yang art to the extreme, he would not easily beg for mercy, he had to work hard to persevere.

After a while, the black-haired elder said, "Old Bai, it's fine, this kid is very stubborn, don't hurt him."

"Hehehe, Mo Zhitao, your internal strength is beyond our expectations." The white-haired elder put his hands away and said with a smile.

Mo Zhitao felt that the aura in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he immediately relaxed.Mo Zhitao looked at his clothes, they were all soaked through.

The white-haired elder is very powerful, probably not at the beginning of the eighth level, maybe in the middle or late stage.He just moved slightly, but he couldn't move, and he had to use his internal strength to resist.

However, as the elder in power of the Huaxia Guowu League, his strength must be very terrifying, otherwise he would not sit in this position.Old man Zhang's martial arts is level eight, but he is still the elder's subordinate, which shows how powerful the elder is.

"The elder is too much, it's the elder who showed mercy." Mo Zhitao used his internal energy slightly, and the clothes on his body were forced dry by the internal energy.

The black-haired elder looked at Mo Zhitao and said, "The Yin-Yang Art of the Yin-Yang Sect is really powerful. You are only at the late stage of level five, and your internal energy is so strong. If your internal energy reaches level six or seven, who can beat you in Huaxia?" ah?"

"However, this kind of martial arts is not something that ordinary people can practice." The white-haired elder shook his head and said. "Otherwise, the Yin-Yang Sect wouldn't have declined all of a sudden. Mo Zhitao, have you found the enemy who assassinated you?"

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "No, my master has been looking for it, but there is no clue."

"It was strange when we heard the news, and we also sent personnel to investigate, but the other party disappeared after attacking your Yin-Yang Sect, and we couldn't find anyone from your Yin-Yang Sect, so we had to give up." The white-haired elder said.

"I will look for them. Now that our Yin Yang Sect has appeared, they will definitely seek revenge from us." Mo Zhitao said coldly.Now with their strength, they are not afraid of those enemies.

But the other party is in the dark, they are in the light, and they are obviously suffering a big loss in this respect.

The white-haired elder said: "Mo Zhitao, now that we have met, Mo Beibei will tell you about the medical department and related missions. She is your assistant and is in charge of all your affairs in the Wumeng. .”

After finishing speaking, the white-haired elder let out a low whistle towards the outside, and a beautiful figure flew towards the inside.

"Level seven martial arts!" Mo Zhitao shouted in his heart.As Mo Zhitao's eyes lit up, a woman in her 20s stood in front of her.

This woman has an oval face, long eyelashes, a T-shirt and stretchy jeans, she looks tall and beautiful,

"Hello, two elders." The woman bowed slightly to the elder.

"Mo Beibei, this is the new Deputy Minister Mo Zhitao. From now on, you will be his assistant and assist him in all affairs in the Wumeng." The black-haired elder said.

"Yes," the woman named Mo Beibei nodded. "Hello Mo."

The black-haired elder waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can go."

Mo Beibei took Mo Zhitao out, "Department Mo, let's go to the medical department now, the minister is already waiting there."

After Mo Zhitao and the others went outside, they found that Xiao An was no longer there.Mo Beibei led the way, and Mo Zhitao asked softly beside him, "Beibei, were you from the medical department before?"

"No, I used to be from the Law Enforcement Department." Mo Beibei shook his head, "But from now on, I'm from the Medical Department, dedicated to serving you."

"Who is the minister? Is he good at medicine?" Mo Zhitao asked.

Mo Beibei said: "It should be that in the martial arts league, strength is everything. If your martial arts is strong, you can apply to become a minister, elder or leader. No one will make fun of you, as long as you have the ability."

"So, if my medical skills in the medical department are not good, will I be replaced by others?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Yes, the Martial Arts League is a highly competitive organization, and it is because of this that our strength is very strong." Mo Beibei said. "But you have to be careful, the strongest in the martial arts league is the shadow department for security and the law enforcement department for operations. You'd better not mess with them. The medical department can't afford to mess with them."

"Oh," Mo Zhitao replied.

Mo Beibei continued: "But under normal circumstances, they also need doctors, and they won't take the initiative to mess with your doctors." Mo Beibei was talking to Mo Zhitao about the Wumeng while walking.

In the past, the medical department had one director and two deputy directors, but now that Mo Zhitao has come, there is one director and three deputy directors.The medical department has five medical groups, and each medical group has five people, all of whom are very skilled in medicine.

"Beibei, was the last doctor king in the medical department?" Mo Zhitao asked.Mo Zhitao didn't know why, but he had an indescribable affection for this girl with the same surname as him.

"Yes, he is the leader of the first medical team. I heard that he was going to be promoted to the deputy director of the medical department. I didn't expect you to be the deputy director. You should be careful." Mo Beibei reminded.

Mo Zhitao was stunned for a moment, my sister, I didn't expect that there are quacks everywhere!I heard from Master Mu Ming that the previous doctor was a doctor of Chinese medicine, and ten years later, he would probably be in his 50s.

"It's strange, why didn't the last doctor king be the deputy director of the medical department?" Mo Zhitao asked strangely.

"I don't know about this, and I didn't come to the Wumeng at that time." Mo Beibei shook his head and said. "However, in a place like the Wumeng, everything is based on strength. If you can be the deputy minister of Mobu, it must be because your medical skills are very good. The appointment of the leaders of each department is decided by the elders. As for the appointment of each department, That’s up to the leaders of several ministries to decide.”

"I still want to learn medical skills from other seniors." Mo Zhitao said modestly.

In fact, how did Mo Zhitao know that when he participated in the mission of the Qingmei City Special Service Team, his information had already been reported to the Wumeng Presbyterian Council.

As for Mo Zhitao's outstanding performance in the Doctor King Competition, it was also appreciated by the old man and the others.