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Chapter 58 The Second Ancestor of the Mohist School
In the cave of Wanshu Mountain as night fell.

"Second ancestor. That kid really only brought a driver to wait below, and he came up alone." Jing Ruohu said respectfully to an old man.

"Don't be careless. Wait and play by ear."

Behind the black curtain, the old man gasped, and answered blankly.

Jing Ruohu still had doubts in his mind, so he asked, "Second ancestor. Ruohu still can't figure out one thing."

"You said."

"Why did we lure him here under the guise of kidnapping?"

"This is an expedient measure, not a deceit. We are not sure who he is. The ancient tomb is in front of him. Anyone should be cautious."

"But why don't we kidnap directly."

Jing Ruohu became more and more puzzled.

They analyzed Qin Feng for a day, and finally concluded that he was at best a certain powerful disciple, and there was absolutely no need to worry too much.

But what the second ancestor is doing now is too cautious in his opinion.

"Idiot. He is still a cultivator, how could his father be such an easy target?"

"But when I stole the phone, I didn't feel the fluctuation of fairy power on him."

"If you can feel it, how can he reveal your identity in one go, and even name the ancestor? We can only ask for directions from this person."

"understood."

After listening to the second ancestor's analysis, Jing Ruohu narrowed his eyes, and ordered the Mohist disciples: "Tell all brothers, be vigilant and prepare to kill."

"Yes!"

Hero City International Film and Television City.

The night is filled, the autumn cicadas have ended, but the lighting of the stage has just begun.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple spots gathered on the dazzling stage, illuminating the enthusiastic faces. Zhang Ziyi, Chen Kexin, Zhou Guoqing, and Chen Xingyu were all sitting in the VIP seats, facing the stage.

"Miss, it's time to appear."

Uncle Xiang respectfully dressed in a European performance costume, wearing a felt hat, a ribbon around his waist, shoulders bulging, and Pandora, whose collarbones were slightly exposed, reminded him again.

Pandora looked at the VIP seats expectantly, and after a while she replied in disappointment: "I gave him so many VIP tickets, why didn't he keep one for himself?"

"He left one, maybe he can't come because of something."

"Forget it. Let the show begin."

Pandora said, unable to hide her loss.

The moment she stepped out of the stage, the lights shrouded the stage, and the audience shouted "Goddess", and the excited fans made hysterical voices, while Pandora started her exquisite singing in a melancholy manner.

"Where's Qin Feng, why didn't Qin Feng come?"

Zhang Ziyi, who was sitting in the VIP seat, noticed that Pandora had been looking at her. After a careful look, they were only looking forward to Pandora, but they didn't notice that Qin Feng didn't come.

"Third brother didn't answer the phone."

"Forget it. Let's listen. The song Idol is my favorite."

Zhou Guoqing and Chen Kexin replied casually.

Zhang Ziyi stared at Pandora, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, but this state only lasted for a while, and was completely taken away by Pandora's affectionate singing.

The periphery of Wanshu Mountain.

"Boy, it's getting too big for a while. The Mo family may have dispatched a master who is in the realm of refining energy and transforming spirits. My fragile soul power has not found your father's position."

"For my father, I will go if I escape from death."

"Good boy. I read you right."

As Pan Gu said, under the cover of darkness, he came out from Qin Feng's soul-calling banner to suck the crystal moonlight in the sky.

The jungle was dense, and Qin Feng was always vigilant.

Fortunately, he had a vajra shield to protect him, so he was not afraid of the thorns all over the mountains and plains. He picked a lot of thorns and put them in his pocket, preparing to use them with Cheng Yaojin's three-axe to deal with emergencies.

"You finally came?"

Facing the lonely night, Jing Ruohu stood on the top of the abrupt peak with great interest and asked downwards.

"It's you?"

"That's right. That's me."

As Jing Ruohu said, he flew down from the peak.

Pan Gu reminded Qin Feng: "That kid has reached the realm of refining and refining Qi, he is a man to be made. It's a pity, it's a pity."

"Are you talking about him, or about me?"

As Qin Feng said, he asked questioningly.

Now he broke into the tiger's den with an ant, and he would die if he was not careful.

It's a pity that Pangu still has the leisure to say Jingruohu, but it's a pity that he is right.

"Of course he is. If I were to teach him, at least he would be able to refine and transform qi by now, and he would be able to soar through the clouds." Pan Gu said with emotion on his face.

"Why are you so wordy, why don't you enter my soul-calling banner?"

"No need to enter. Their souls are too low-level to feel mine." Pangu said confidently.

Qin Feng had no choice but to give him a big roll of his eyes.

Jing Ruohu stepped on a rock exposed on the cliff, stroking his beard facing the cliff and said invincibly: "Boy, we meet again."

"Where is my dad, take me to see him quickly."

"Don't worry, pass my level first." Jing Ruohu said, putting on a posture eager to try.

After Qin Feng heard this, he hit his head unexpectedly with a move.

"bring it on."

clang!
The thorn stab hit Jing Ruohu's forehead, but with a clang, it was bounced back immediately.

The thorns fell to the ground, Jing Ruohu looked over and said with a contemptuous smile: "Boy, is this all you have?"

"You also know the Vajra Mask?"

"I'm not a vajra mask. This is my protective immortal energy." Jing Ruohu said proudly.

Qin Feng's performance really disappointed him.

"Boy, don't be stupid. This kind of thorns will not be able to deal with cultivators before you have no fairy power." Pan Gu said as if enlightening.

Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, and said helplessly, "Then what should we do?"

"You operate "Chaos True Qi", and I will help you."

"it is good."

As Qin Feng spoke, the true energy of chaos circulated.

A light fragrance diffused from Qin Feng's body, and Qi began to gather towards his dantian. Qin Feng didn't know how to move, and a picture of gossip floated out of his mind.

"Follow me to deduce the gossip map."

After all, Qin Feng began to deduce the wind.

Pangu moved directly in his mind, Qin Feng's mind followed him, and his body moved accordingly, so the deduction of the Bagua diagram is very standard.

Jing Ruohu was looking at Qin Feng with disdain.

However, when Qin Feng deduced the gossip map, he was suddenly stunned.

"A pair of instrument produces four images?"

"One gasification and three cleanliness?"

Looking at Qin Feng's deduced actions, Jing Ruohu seemed to be similar, but he didn't know it.

When he suddenly searched for the answer, he suddenly remembered that he had seen it in the ancient murals left by the Mo family's ancestral tomb, and felt a sense of astonishment in his heart.

"you……"

Jing Ruohu's voice began to tremble.

He dared not move.

As long as he dares to make a move, the ancient strong man will definitely be reduced to powder immediately.

"Call Mo Di out!"

Pan Gu's voice, coming out of Qin Feng's throat, swept the entire Wanshu Mountain with vicissitudes and old age.

(End of this chapter)