Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1982

Gongsun Shiyu [Ghost] turned into a gray fog again, and it seemed that there was still an unwilling cry, but in the end it was put in a shabby cloth bag.

At the same time, a bead flew in front of Mo Mo at this time.

However, the little celestial master of Dragon Tiger Mountain did not take it, just waved his hand, but returned the bead to the onmyoji.

"If you lose, you lose. Since your skills are not as good as others, there is naturally no excuse to stay." The handsome Onmyoji was quite frank and even shook his head.

The little celestial master of Longhushan is more frank than him, "This thing is hot, and I can’t keep it if I take it now. I have already said that I have no power. If the next person challenges me, I can only Give in."

Onmyoji can't help frowning.

Mo Mo chuckled softly: "You don't want it either. I don't know who is cheaper in the end for what I have taken so hard."

"If this is the case, then I will keep it for you until your mana is restored."

Momo shook his head casually, neither saying good nor bad, but after stretching his waist, he walked slowly to the stands.

They looked at the little celestial master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and they felt that Mo Mo was indeed very vain at this moment, and it seemed that he really didn't have the ability to fight again.

But the Onmyoji is different, his mana fluctuations are still strong...Five great gods, three powerful props, and the extremely powerful mandala light wheel.

The Little Heavenly Master of Longhushan didn't have the strength to fight again, but this Onmyoji was obviously able to last a long time.

Most transcendents are unwilling to attack this onmyoji easily—especially for those transcendents who hold [God’s Tears], they will not easily shoot.

Because they have discovered that this onmyoji has not used the traces of the [God’s Tears]-perhaps this onmyoji has not met the legendary witch, so there is no [God’s Tears].

But what if he actually has [God’s Tears], but he just hasn’t used it yet?

There are no soft persimmons, so why pick this hard bone?

...

In the end, the performance of the martial arts platform began to be repaired again... Under the eyes of the Shenzhou Zhenlong, a group of management personnel came to the stage with fear.

This is actually what Huoyun evil **** meant.

After all, the martial arts stage is now gone, and there is a big hole. It's not beautiful, and it's not practical.

Long Xiruo didn't say anything about this, but Huoyun Cthulhu left his seat at this moment. Long Xiruo knew that the old man deliberately had people repair the martial arts stage, but he was actually trying to spare some time.

He was looking for Mo Mo...because Mo Mo had the remnant soul of Gongsun Shiyu.

...

Mo Mo returned to the seat with the eyes of a group of Taoist monks.

These gazes contained a lot, some were shocked, some were afraid, some were puzzled... and some were a little bit resentful-probably because Momo didn't take the Onmyoji's beads.

"Human heart."

The little celestial master of Longhushan crossed his eyebrows and shook his head. At this moment, he turned his steps and walked to another stand-but at an entrance under the stand, at this time, there was a white practitioner standing. Man in suit.

He looked towards Mo Mo and did not speak, but Mo Mo understood what the other party meant, and then walked directly over.

The man in the white exercise suit is naturally the Fire Cloud Evil God... an old man who is also unaccustomed to many Daomen demon races in China.

"Don't care about the short eyes of those guys."

When Mo Mo arrived, the Evil God Fire Cloud smiled and said: "When I was young, many of these guys looked at me like this, but they only dared to be behind."

Momo blinked and thought about it: "You mean to say, because you can fight well, they are afraid of you?"

Huo Yun Cthulhu said calmly: "It's not that I can fight, but I dare to fight."

Momo shook his head and said casually: "I don't fight, I catch ghosts."

"I came to you for the sake of a ghost." Huoyun Cthulhu said directly: "I hope you can temporarily take out Gongsun Shiyu's remnant soul... In addition, I also hope you can assist our investigation. Regarding escorting Gongsun Shiyu Of the plane crash."

Mo Mo said in surprise: "I said, I just saw the wreckage when I arrived. As for Gongsun Shiyu, you have also seen it. He is demented and can't ask anything at all... Besides, you won't Open the black box of the plane to see what the data is. I use too much extraordinary power, and I forget normal methods."

Huoyun Cthulhu shook his head. Of course, things are not that simple... This little heavenly master, don't you know that Gongsun Shiyu's remnant soul is hot?

Xuanyuan Palace has not yet expressed its position, but once Xuanyuan Palace expresses its position, it will become a serious matter.

But at this moment, Mo Mo took out the cloth bag directly, and then recovered and pinched a blank paper talisman. Gongsun Shiyu [Ghost] actually flew directly out of the cloth bag at this time, and was subsequently caught by Mo Mo. In his hand, he rubbed it directly with the blank paper talisman.

In the end, Mo Mo directly threw at the Huoyun Cthulhu... What he threw was a rune ball, which was already full of spells.

"What are you?" Huo Yun Cthulhu subconsciously frowned.

Mo Mo shrugged and said: "This guy died in vain, and his grievance was heavy. If left alone, it would become a life-threatening thing. I was going to be overwhelmed. I just tried to compete with others, and then I used it temporarily. You guys. If the bureau is useful, then take it back. Anyway, you don't lack the means to save the souls of the dead."

Huoyun Cthulhu held the rune ball in his hand... Gongsun Shiyu [Ghost] was so restless inside, the rune ball kept shaking, but he couldn't leave Huoyun Cthulhu's palm.

He suddenly said: "You are not afraid, I asked you to take away the remnant soul, do you have ulterior motives?"

Momo said casually: "You always have such a big golden sign there, so you shouldn't smash your own sign... Besides, Longhushan is a small sect, and the hands are not that long, and you can't control it. Many things. We can manage only what we can see. After all, when people are powerful and poor, trivial matters are limitless."

"No wonder you can get to this point." Huo Yun Cthulhu slowly nodded, "If I could meet you back then, I will definitely come and challenge you directly."

This is what Huoyun Cthulhu said, naturally, he was the year when he was fighting, and the period from Changbai Shandong all the way to the south of the South China Sea was the time when the Daomen Demon Clan in the world was used as a stepping stone to his invincible road.

"It's terrible." Momo smiled and said: "Fortunately, I was born so late for so many years, so I don't have to live in fear."

Huo Yun Cthulhu shook his head and sighed, "My two disciples are not as good as you."

"I'm different." Momo shook his head, "I just have some special experiences more than others, not as magical as you think."

"Opportunity was originally part of the evolution of strength." The evil **** Huoyun said calmly: "Who can stand here, no one has an unusual chance."

Mo Mo didn't want to talk more about this topic, then he thought about it, and then knocked out three gray figures out of the bag, "By the way, there are three dead ghosts, the one in the east a few days ago. The ones picked up by the valley...want to come to you, who just had the opportunity to return it to you."

Huoyun Cthulhu looked at the ghosts formed by these three groups, and after seeing the ghosts clearly, he was shocked, "This is... Boss Fu?"

The three ghosts that Momo knocked out were shockingly the same as when Farrell destroyed the drone that day, he went to investigate the tragic death of the Shenzhou Administration Bureau and other three agents.

Yan Xiaoxi wanted to bring back the three souls and seven souls of Fu boss, but in the end there was no result.

"Unexpectedly, it was in your hands..."

"I happened to pass by and saw them wandering in the valley. The grievance was very deep." Momo said, "I have spent some time in the past few days, and I will give the rest to you. If you have any questions, please ask earlier. Well, send them away earlier, after all, Yin and Yang are separated."

"The three of them are very good agents, and they have paid a lot for the Shenzhou Administration Bureau." Huoyun Cthulhu slowly sighed, and said with a serious face: "Momo, my old man owes you a favor."

Mo Mo just smiled casually, neither saying good nor bad, lazily breathed and stretched across, "I'm sleepy, find a place to sleep."

In this way, he slowly walked into the depths of the passage.

...

After a while, Huo Yun Cthulhu looked down at the rune ball in his hand.

But at this moment, behind Huoyun Cthulhu, there was a voice that didn't make much adjustment...It was Gui Qianichi's voice.

"The land of China is full of talents, but this guy is the first one when it comes to the younger generation... Maybe only Lai who was born before can be compared with him."

The reason why the old tortoise's voice is not tuned is that this one is still holding a lunch box and eating.

The Evil God Huo Yun turned his head and cast a blank look, and said angrily: "Are you throwing this Gongsun Shiyu of your Xuanyuan Palace Gongsun family?"

The old turtle said, "Gongsun Shiyu is ashamed to say that he is the younger generation? He is a little old man who is eight or nine hundred years old, okay?"

The Huoyun evil **** raised the rune ball in his hand, "What are you going to do? Put things here temporarily?"

Not to mention, this rune ball is actually very cute, there is even Gongsun Shiyu’s Q version of the super evil head portrait...

"The sun is big in the stands above, I just came down to find a shady place to eat." Gui Qianyi smiled lightly at this time: "I didn't see anything, I heard it, ha ha ha."

"Old tortoise." The evil **** Huoyun shook his head, "I will hold the things temporarily, and I will return them to you when they are used up...Next time, I will return them to you personally."

"This bento tastes really good."

...

...

"Go on, Lancelot! Challenge this Onmyoji!"

Yes, when the Yanwutai was repaired again, Mr. Gareth stood up and waved his hand while holding the boom used for dripping.

——Yes, come on, Lancelot!

He actually thought so in his mind.

Lancelot today told Gareth about the next thing to arrange. Then Gareth gave the order. Naturally, she didn't say much, holding the box with the ritual sword in her hand, and jumped directly into it. The brand-new performance center.

For Mr. Gareth's actions at this moment, Farrell just watched indifferently-anyway, Mr. Gareth didn't seem to have seen it at the moment.

Farrell said indifferently: "The ritual sword can only be used in the borders of Britain, you expect too much."

Mr. Gareth couldn't help but stunned at this moment: "Is the ritual sword still usable? Isn't this thing just a symbolic thing?"

Farrell glanced indifferently, without speaking.

Mr. Gareth couldn't help frowning. Although Farrell was crazy, but he was crazy but there is some truth to it. If you say something, you should not talk casually-so, the ritual sword does have a secret that he doesn't know. ?

But no matter what, Lancelot still played, representing the [Knight's Mechanism], and directed the spearhead at the Island Country Onmyoji who had just fought a battle.

This knight girl from [Knight’s Institution], although she wears serious and ancient deacon equipment, is still very eye-catching... But at this moment, she intends to challenge the Onmyoji, because she intends to take advantage of the danger. In fact, it's already empty, and want to get cheap?

But the rule of the challenge is that as long as you are challenged, you can't refuse - under such a system, even if you are challenged dozens of times, as long as you have beads in your hands, you can only fight with your scalp.

The transcendents of the island nations have accused the [Knight’s Organization] of shame, no wonder the great transcendent forces of the Eurasian continent do not have such things as play.

"This guy... didn't you know that Seimei had just fought a battle? He didn't have any Bushido spirit!"

"They are knights." The handsome Onmyoji shook his head.

"Then there is no chivalry at all!"

The Onmyoji shook his head and didn't say anything. At this time, he slowly stood up, obviously not minding to fight again-but at this moment, a linen barefoot warrior suddenly reached out and held the Onmyoji. Shoulders.

The barefoot warrior said calmly: "This battle, I will come, you rest."

"Kyojuro?"

Onmyoji Qingming was stunned, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.

The samurai named Kyojuro, full name Mibu Kyojuro, is one of the members of the island nation’s extraordinary delegation this time, the island nation’s ancient swordsmanship sect [Mu Mingjin Fengliu] is a contemporary swordsmanship with alienated true red ghost eyes. People, when ghost eyes are shining, will be transformed into the most terrifying sword ghost.

The island country also has Taoism, but it has evolved into Yin and Yang. It also has many monsters and myths, and there are warriors... But warriors are more samurai, swordsmen, simpler, and more specific.

"Since Mibu-sama is going to fight, please bring him." A guy in black clothes with a mask, at this moment, handed out a long box to Mibu Kyojiro-inside it was a handle. Ancient sword.

The ancient sword, the round mirror, and the gou jade were specially sent by the island royal family in response to the conference-they are for the entire team to use.

But at this time, Kyojuro directly pushed the brocade box away and said calmly: "I have this [Sirius] and it's enough, I can't use other weapons."

With that said, Kyojiro Mibu jumped directly into the performance stage.

He looked at Lancelot and said calmly: "You can challenge him, but you can beat me first."

"Please advise."

Lancelot didn't talk nonsense, and directly put the box on the ground, but did not open it, just thought of the wrinkles of the elves, and put on the armor of the knight's inheritance.

With a move, a black knight sword has fallen into her hands.

"This is a good sword." Keijuro's eyes condensed at this time, and he said in a deep voice, "A magic sword!"

As he said, he also slowly pulled out a samurai sword from his waist... This sword was like a piece of rotten iron, not even a hilt, but was wrapped in a worn yellow white cloth.

This should be a battle of martial arts, there are not as many special effects as Taoism... But the confrontation between the two can also make people unconsciously nervous.

...

...

"Can I sit here? My original place doesn't seem to welcome me very much."

"Of course, there are many locations here."

"Then I'm welcome... Senior."

With that, the little celestial master of Longhushan slowly sat down-sitting next to boss Luo and the maid.

Boss Luo didn't let him find it.

It was this little celestial master of Longhushan who found it by himself, because he [see] arrived.

(End of this chapter)