Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 618 Wang Wentao

"What's going on? What the hell!" The long knife couldn't cut into Jiang Mo's body. Seeing this, the man wanted to pull it out, but it was obvious that the long knife seemed to be stuck and couldn't move at all.

"Boy, what the hell are you doing? Let go!" the man shouted loudly, and there were many people watching. If he loses face in Tianming Pavilion, he might be ridiculed or even punished when he goes back.

"Let go, which eye of yours saw me make a move?" Jiang Mo smiled coldly.

At this time, after seeing this scene, the white-faced scholar who was running away immediately stopped, and secretly thought, this person is so powerful that even the gang of Tianming Pavilion are no match for him.

"Brothers, hack this kid to death for me. If you dare to oppose our Tianming Pavilion, you are courting death!"

The man became angry from embarrassment, and gave instructions to the people behind him.

After his words fell, those ferocious monks immediately burst out with energy and attacked Jiang Mo.

"A group of local chickens and dogs will take revenge on Tianming Pavilion, starting today!"

Jiang Mo snorted coldly, clenched his fist, and suddenly a majestic force bombarded him. Before the monks from Tianming Pavilion approached, they exploded into blood mist.

After seeing this scene, many people watching the battle were shocked and their eyes widened. No one thought that the young man who had been calm and silent would have such terrifying strength when he made a move.

"Who the hell are you? You have offended me, Tianming Pavilion, and you have nothing to eat. Don't you know that even the largest sect in the Eastern Xuan Realm, the Holy Martial Sword Sect, has been wiped out by our Tianming Pavilion?"

Seeing his brother being punched and killed by the black-robed young man in front of him, the man suddenly groaned secretly in his heart, it seems that this time he encountered a tricky idea.

Now I had no choice but to use the tiger's skin as a banner to see if I could scare this fierce guy.

"I know that your Tianming Pavilion is indeed not weak..." Jiang Mo smiled, and the smile was a little cold.

"Since you know, why don't you hurry up..." There was a glimmer of hope on the man's face, since the other party knew about Tianming Pavilion, everything was easy to talk about, but before he finished speaking, the knife flew back, directly from his body. The heart runs through.

"The person I want to kill is the person from Tianming Pavilion."

After killing more than a dozen people from Tianming Pavilion without bloodshed, Jiang Mo didn't stay any longer, but walked quickly towards the white-faced scholar-like guy.

"Are you from the Holy Martial Sword Sect?" Jiang Mo asked indifferently after walking in front of the white-faced scholar.

"That's right, I'm the ninth generation outer sect disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and my name is Wang Wentao." The white-faced scholar introduced himself.

"Since the Holy Martial Sword Sect has been destroyed, you still report your sect so blatantly, so you are not afraid of being hunted down by the Tianming Sect?" Jiang Mo stared into Wang Wentao's eyes, but the latter did not seem to be lying.

"I know it will attract pursuit, but I heard that before our suzerain was killed in battle, he handed over the suzerain order to a junior, and he is the future suzerain of our holy martial sword sect.

As long as he can be found, there is hope for revival of my Holy Martial Sword Sect, so of course I cannot hide my name.

I still want to find that junior brother, and under his leadership, revive our Holy Martial Sword Sect! "Wang Wentao said expectantly, and even his expression became a bit reverent.

"Is this what you heard?" Jiang Mo frowned and asked with some doubts.

If the other party is really a disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, then he should have seen himself in that battle.

"Well, it's like this. When Tianming Pavilion led the thirteen major factions to besiege my Shengwu Jianzong, I happened to go home to visit my relatives, so I escaped." Wang Wendao explained, but his face was filled with righteous indignation. , He patted his chest and said: "If I was in the Zong, I would definitely fight those bastards!"

Looking at Wang Wentao's swearing appearance, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little funny. With his strength, those monks from Tianming Pavilion just now could kill him.

"Do you know who I am?" After pausing for a moment, Jiang Mo felt that what Wang Wentao said was almost the same, and many details could be matched with the disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, so Jiang Mo was ready to reveal his identity.

"You? You should have enmity with Tianming Pavilion, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have killed more than a dozen Tianming Pavilion monks in the downtown area." Although Wang Wentao was a little careless, his ability to analyze and judge was good.

"I am the junior brother you mentioned. Before the suzerain fell, he passed on the position of suzerain to me. From now on, I will bring the senior brothers who survived the catastrophe together to revive the Holy Martial Sword Sect!"

Jiang Mo said flatly.

After Jiang Mo finished speaking, Wang Wentao became excited instantly, his eyes turned red, he grabbed Jiang Mo's arm, and said excitedly: "What? Is what you said true? Are you really the suzerain of the Holy Martial Sword Sect? That junior brother ?”

Excited, Wang Wentao asked many questions in succession.

Jiang Mo patted Wang Wentao's shoulder lightly, then took out the golden token representing his identity, and waved it in front of Wang Wentao.

"It really is the token of the suzerain, it's right now. No wonder you had a murderous look on your face when you saw the people from Tianming Pavilion just now!" Wang Wentao said excitedly as if he had found a backer: "Master suzerain, from now on I, Wang Wentao, obeyed your orders, and if you let me kill you to Tianming Pavilion, I will never frown."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo smiled, thinking that with his current strength, let alone killing Tianming Pavilion, even if someone randomly sends out a small team, he can easily destroy him.

"For the time being, you don't need to charge forward. What you need to do is to practice hard and improve your strength." Jiang Mo shook his head and said.

"Oh, my lord, it seems that you don't believe in my strength and my loyalty to the sect! I, Wang Wentao, have no other skills in my life, but to be loyal to the sect, I am loyal and loyal!"

Jiang Mo was helpless, patted the latter's shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't worry, you will have a chance to be loyal in the future, but we should preserve our strength now, and it is not appropriate to head-to-head with Tianming Pavilion, which is in full swing."

"Well, the Suzerain is still far-sighted. I, Wang Wentao, will obey your words." The white-faced scholar clasped his fists and said seriously.

"Now, I have a task for you, which is to try to find the disciples of the elders who survived the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and then gather them together in my name. Can this task be completed?" After pondering for a moment, Jiang Moyu said earnestly , as if placing high hopes on Wang Wentao.

"Please rest assured, my lord, Wang Wentao promises to complete the task."

"Go, be careful to keep your identity secret. Except for the disciples and elders of this sect, don't reveal your identity to outsiders at all."

Before leaving, Jiang Mo asked.

(End of this chapter)