Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 423

"Brother, do you really want to kill Molin that much?"

**** looked through the window and landed on the eighteen figures in the courtyard, the expressions on their faces were very ugly.

Ye Tunxiang's complexion was unprecedentedly solemn, with bitterness in his eyes, and he never thought that the eighteen people who greeted Mo Lin in the killing array were actually those eighteen people.

From the moment they learned that Mo Lin had entered the Boneyard, Grandma and Ye Tunxiang knew that Ye Tunjing had secretly made many arrangements.

Whether it was the temptation of the Wolf King Gang or the opening of the phantom god formation to test Mo Lin, both of them felt that Ye Tunjing would not be able to kill Mo Lin.

At least he wouldn't just kill him without even seeing him.

But it wasn't until they saw that the killing array originally guarded by the elders of the clan was replaced by eighteen martial idiots supported by the clan, that they really understood that Ye Tunjing didn't want Mo Lin to see him alive at all.

He didn't intend to give Mo Lin a chance to have a face-to-face conversation with himself.

The Ye family has a secret.

There are eighteen martial idiots in the family.

No more, no less, exactly 18 people.

But in these years, countless masters have been recruited by the Ye family, and many talented masters in a certain field have entered the Ye family, but once they entered the Ye family, they never left.

Outsiders speculated that the Ye family kept these masters in secret in the family to cultivate them into a mysterious force and become the killer of the Ye family, so few people dared to attack the Ye family.

But only a few real high-level members of the Ye family know that those who have entered the Ye family to seek asylum or want to serve the Ye family all these years have died.

There are only 18 people in the Ye family, no more, no less, as long as they are eighteen, anyone who wants to get the support of the Ye family needs to kill one of the 18 people and replace him.

This is the rule of the Ye family.

This rule makes the number of worshipers of the Ye family far less than that of other families, but every living one has the strength of one against a hundred, and 18 people are more terrifying than 180 people.

While the 18 people selected by raising mastiffs to refine Gu gave their lives to the Ye family, they also naturally enjoyed special rights that ordinary people could not match.

They rarely make moves on weekdays, and once they do, they will never leave alive!
Even Ye Tunjing has no right to interfere with their decisions.

This is the privilege of the Ye family Wu Chi.

now.

In order to deal with Mo Lin, Ye Tunjing invited all eighteen martial idiots out.

If other Ye family members find out, I don't know how they will feel.

Being able to use eighteen martial idiots by Ye Tunjing shows that he attaches great importance to Mo Lin, but it also reflects how firm and decisive Ye Tunjing is in killing Mo Lin.

"Do you really think that the reason I let Mo Lin into Ye's house is to meet him?"

The corner of Ye Tunjing's mouth raised a cold evil smile, "Looking at him from a distance is enough, what can we do after we meet?"

"He came here for Qingxuan. You said that if he proposed to see Qingxuan, do I agree or disagree?"

"For 17 years, I have been looking for the whereabouts of Mo Qingshan, but in the end I found nothing. I never thought that his son would come to my door by himself. It's courageous, but how stupid it is!"

"My hatred for Mo Qingshan, you will not understand. You will never understand."

As if recalling some unbearable past, Ye Tunjing's eyes gradually revealed the joy of revenge, and the muscles on his face gradually became distorted.

……

……

The thin old man frowned slightly when he heard Mo Lin's self-reported name, and suddenly asked a question that Mo Lin had never thought of in his dreams.

"Mo Qingshan, who are you?"

Mo Lin's body froze instantly, he never thought that his father's name would come out from the mouth of the old man in front of him.

"He is my father, seniors know him?"

Mo Lin's heart was pounding with excitement, and there was an expression of anticipation in his eyes.

"No wonder, you are the son of Mo Qingshan."

There was a faint smile on the thin old man's face, and the seventeen martial idiots around him looked at each other in blank dismay. Everyone's expressions were complicated, including embarrassment, excitement, anger, and strong killing intent.

"Senior, you, how did you know my father?"

Mo Lin looked confused, but he clearly felt that most of the killing intent on several of them had been reduced, so he hurriedly asked.

"Didn't your father mention to you how many of our older brothers are there?" the thin old man asked.

Mo Lin shook his head: "No, I never mentioned it."

The thin old man nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the people around him, "It seems that I did not misunderstand the person at the beginning, Mo Qingshan is indeed a trustworthy person."

"I never doubted that kid." A burly old man with a black face said coldly.

"Wait, seniors and juniors are confused, what's going on? How did you know my father?"

Knowing that the other party knew his father, Mo Qingshan, Mo Lin consciously changed his address, and his attitude became more humble.

The skinny old man said: "Eighteen years have passed by in a flash, and I never expected to see Mo Qingshan's son again. Well, that old man can tell you about the past."

"Junior is all ears."

The old man's face revealed a look of reminiscence.

"Eighteen years ago, your father, Mo Qingshan, broke into the Ye Family in Hongdu City for a woman and entered the Illusory God Formation. At that time, a few old people guarded the lore formation. As a result, your father only took half an hour to kill each of them. , just broke through and beat us 18 people to pieces, thinking about it, I am really ashamed."

Mo Lin's body stiffened in surprise, his mouth was opened wide, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Unexpectedly, my father also broke through the Ye family's phantom god formation. These eighteen old people were guarding the formation back then. Why have I never heard him mention it?

Mo Lin has seen the strength of these 18 people just now, don't look at them being forced by him to show up, and some of them were even injured, but Mo Lin is a second-level martial king, and he didn't hold back the series of violent shots. Nine thousand Honghuang's palm strength was used, but he couldn't abolish one person, which shows his strength.

"Senior, is my father that powerful?"

Mo Lin clearly remembered that his father, Mo Qingshan, was only a tenth-level martial artist, so how could he be the opponent of these 18 people?

"Baby, don't play tricks in front of the old man, don't think that having a father with the cultivation of King Wu is great." The black-faced old man snorted unhappily.

"King Wu? No way."

Now Mo Lin was really stunned, "My father is obviously a tenth-level martial artist, how could he be the King of Martial Arts?"

Seeing that Mo Lin didn't look like he was lying, the skinny old man vaguely guessed something, and said, "Maybe he deliberately hid his strength from you. After all, he had too many enemies back then, and he couldn't deal with just the Ye family." Understand."

"Senior...you seem to be serving the Ye family, right?"

Mo Lin glanced at the five-story building a thousand meters away, and reminded him in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Ye Tunjing can't hear our conversation."

The skinny old man didn't take it seriously, "Even if he heard it, he can't do anything to us."

(End of this chapter)