Douluo Has Eight Strange Skills

"Uncle Ning, let's go in and talk for a while!"

after an hour,

"Qinghe, then I'll leave first." Ning Fengzhi walked out of the box after finishing speaking.

Qian Renxue sat on the chair as if relieved.

"You two chatted for a really long time, so I'll have to wait." Mo Lin had already stood by the window of the box without knowing when.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath:

"You still have the face to accuse me of appearing near me when Ning Fengzhi was with me, are you crazy?"

Mo Lin sat next to Qian Renxue, and deliberately leaned against her:

"If I'm not nearby, how can I be sure that what you say will satisfy me?"

"Are you spying on me?" Qian Renxue shifted her position and looked at Mo Lin with the eyes of a "gentleman".

Mo Lin poured himself a cup of tea naturally, and didn't seem to care much about Qian Renxue's eyes:

"I don't have that much free time, but now your words can have a great influence on Tang San, I must know what you said, otherwise it will be difficult to arrange things in the future."

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Arrangement? Listen to your tone, you are doing these things behind her back."

Mo Lin drank a cup of tea, then raised his eyebrows at Qian Renxue, and said frivolously:

"Is it strange? Our identities are not ordinary, isn't it normal to plan some things by ourselves? Besides, you don't think that Ning Fengzhi didn't find me, do you?"

Qian Renxue stood up straight away, and patted the table:

"What did you say!"

"Don't shout so loudly, are you afraid that other people won't know I'm here?" Mo Lin pushed Qian Renxue back on the chair.

"Since you know that Ning Fengzhi found you, you still come to see me?" Qian Renxue felt that Mo Lin must have lost his mind.

"It's you who lost your mind, right? What is my current identity?" Mo Lin asked

Qian Renxue suddenly paused, she was not stupid to have been lurking in the Tiandou imperial family for so many years, so she naturally figured out why Mo Lin did this.

Seeing that Qian Renxue seemed to have figured something out, Mo Lin said:

"I'm the elder of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect now, and now it seems that the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect wants to support the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, so when you plan to do some bad things in the future, won't you have a reasonable source of help? As long as it's not Wuhundian, Emperor Xue Ye won't care, and will even support you even more."

"You made good use of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect." Qian Renxue

"Of course not," Mo Lin immediately denied, "You see, if I did this, would it harm the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect?"

Qian Renxue thought about it for a while and actually did not cause any harm to the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect, not even indirectly. She became very curious about Mo Lin's identity:

"In that case, what is the relationship between you and the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect?"

Mo Lin stood up and smiled at Qian Renxue:

"We don't seem to know each other that well now, do we?"

After speaking, Mo Lin quickly walked out of the box.

Walking to the hall, Mo Lin looked at the seat where he was originally sitting, but Mo Jia had disappeared.

And now, in a remote forest outside Tiandou City, Mo Jia was standing in front of a person holding a sword-shaped Fei Gong.

This person was holding a sledgehammer on the ground, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he didn't look very good, this person was Tang Hao.

Chapter 52: The Harvest of Words

Tang Hao put his left hand on his chest to help adjust his breath, but his eyes kept warning the man in front of him,

Except for Jian Daochen Xin, I have never seen other sword-wielding soul masters with such strength. Where did this sword-wielding Titled Douluo come from?

Tang Hao has been secretly protecting Tang San, and has never been far away. This time Tang San followed Ning Fengzhi into a teahouse, and he wanted to get closer to see what his son was brought there by Ning Fengzhi to talk about or do. what.

But just as he was about to get close to Mo Jia, he jumped out and stood in front of Tang Hao.

There are many people in Tiandou City, and there are countless civilians. Naturally, Tang Hao would not choose to fight here. He originally planned to lure Mo Jia to a suburb, defeat Mo Jia quickly, and then rush back, but he did not expect Mo Jia to fight with him He is also a Title Douluo of rank ninety-five, and like him is the ninth soul ring of a hundred thousand years,

Now Tang Hao is still suffering from old injuries. If he is desperate, Tang Hao can harden several Title Douluo, but he can't risk his life now. Under normal conditions, Tang Hao can at most display the strength of a ninety-fourth-level Title Douluo.

Mo Jia looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand, clenched the hilt tightly, and asked:

"Are you from the Haotian School?"

Tang Hao smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I'm long gone."

Mo Jia remembered what Mo Lin said "don't cause trouble", so he said to Tang Hao:

"If you can follow my move, I will let you live."

"Humph! What a big breath."

Although there are many old wounds, this b still needs to be pretended.

Non-attack real body!sword!The ninth soul skill, the sword breaks the sky!