I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

The corners of Mo Zhongtian's eyes were sour, tears filled his eyes, and he said quickly, "Mo is also responsible for Lan's matter, and Mr. Xing doesn't have to blame himself."

"As for helping the Monet Dynasty to overcome the difficulties at hand..."

Having said that, Mo Zhongtian smiled bitterly, shook his head and said:

"Mr. Xing, it's not that Mo refused to give you this opportunity. It's just that Mr. Xing knows the current situation of Monet's dynasty."

"The civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty are now under the control of the Pingjiang Dynasty."

"If I'm not afraid of Mr. Xing's jokes, Mo's decree can only be used by Cao Fanfan in this imperial study."

"Except for the imperial study, even the palace eunuchs and eunuchs outside may not be able to use them."

As a human being, I fell into this situation.

If it weren't for Mo Zhongtian's experience of that dangerous situation twenty years ago, his ability to bear was tempered.

Otherwise, I am afraid that some extreme things have already been done.

After Mo Zhongtian finished speaking, seeing that Xing Feng was silent, he thought that Xing Feng did not understand the seriousness of the problem.

Then he continued: "Mr. Xing, Mo Mou said something straight."

"If it is Mr. Xing, it is still the great power of the gods of the year. The current situation of the Monet Dynasty can naturally be solved by swinging the sword."

"But right now, the strength of Mr. Xing's true martial arts is really a drop in the bucket for the Monet Dynasty."

Hearing Mo Zhongtian's words so blatantly, he almost pointed to his nose and said "you can't".

Xing Feng's face did not show any displeasure. Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "With Xing's current strength alone, it is indeed impossible to help the Monet Dynasty much."

"So, Xing Mou has already persuaded Brother Young Master to take action.

As Xing Feng said that, he turned to show Young Master Liang to Mo Zhongtian.

When Xing Feng wanted to kill himself with his sword, Gong Ziliang shot in time to stop him.

At that time, Mo Zhongtian noticed this young man.

However, after discovering that Young Master Liang's realm was worse than Xing Feng's after his fall, he didn't take it too seriously after he was only at the peak of the Xuanwu realm.

And this moment.

Hearing that Xing Feng introduced Young Master Liang so solemnly, he seemed to regard him as the savior of Monet's dynasty.

Mo Zhongtian didn't know what to say for a while.

Relying on a Xuanwu Realm to save the Monet Dynasty?

If it weren't for this, it would have come from Xing Feng's mouth.

As someone else, Mo Zhongtian had already sent Cao Tianzheng out.

However, Mo Zhongtian's eyes inadvertently fell on Mo Shaoyunshi.

But suddenly he saw that his son in the imperial city, who refused to accept anyone, was looking at Young Master Liang with a frenzy on his face.

Soon, Mo Zhongtian noticed again that even Zhou Wu, who was in the Spirit Refinement Realm, and Jin Zhan, who attended Mo Shaoyun, were looking at Young Master Liang with awe.

"Could it be that this Young Master Liang really has some extraordinary means?

In Mo Zhongtian's heart, a trace of suspicion rose.

One can think of the news that came from the sideline before. A few days ago, the Pingjiang Dynasty had completed the assembly of the army of millions of tigers and beasts and headed for the Monet Dynasty.

Moreover, in order to complete his achievements in one battle, even the ancient ancestor of the Pingjiang Dynasty who knew the sea level came out of the retreat and went to the front to supervise the battle in person.

Facing this circumstances.

What is the use of a small Xuanwu realm with the means of reaching the sky?

Is it possible that he can still use the body of the Xuanwu realm to fight against an army of millions and reverse the sea of ​​consciousness realm?

Thinking of this, Mo Zhongtian intends to politely decline Xing Feng's kindness.

Suddenly, he saw that Young Master Liang, with a smile on his face, nodded lightly to him.

As a monarch of a dynasty.

Mo Zhongtian had seen many young talents before.

There are those who are high-spirited, those who are arrogant, and those who are wild and reckless.

But Young Master Liang, who was standing not far away, gave him a completely different feeling than those people.

He looks young, but he seems to have a world in his chest.

Especially the smile hanging on his face, neither flattering and humble, nor dazzling edge.

Some are indifferent, and the sky is not alarmed.

When people look forward to it, it will give birth to an incomparably stable force.

It seems that as long as there is this person there, there is nothing to worry about.

"This son's bearing is not even inferior to the holy son of the Canglan Sect!"

In his heart, Mo Zhongtian put Young Master Liang and the most outstanding Canglan Sect saint he had ever seen together.

It was discovered that for a while, it was impossible to compare the winners and losers.

Immediately, Mo Zhongtian realized that there was a huge identity gap between this Young Master Liang and the Holy Son of Canglan Sect.

Suddenly, he realized:

It seems that the two are between equals.

But in reality, it has been judged.

"If you give this son enough time and resources, I am afraid that his future achievements will not be under the Canglan Holy Son!"

next moment.

In Mo Zhongtian's mind, an idea suddenly popped into his head, which startled him.

The holy son of the Canglan Sect, but in the age of weakness, he has already become a genius with divine consciousness.

In order to train him, the Canglan Sect did not hesitate to spend all his blood and sent letters to the major dynasties in advance.

Willing to give out a lot of resources in exchange for the open inheritance of exercises and martial arts by the major dynasties for the Canglan Holy Son to observe.

Obviously, the Canglan Sect intends to let the Holy Son gather the strengths of hundreds of families and walk a path that surpasses his predecessors.

Such a genius, even those young supreme beings of the Bi Fang Dynasty, would feel ashamed in front of him.

Where is the only Young Master of the Xuanwu Realm, who can be compared.

Mo Zhongtian shook his head, showing a self-deprecating smile.

However, when his eyes fell on Gong Ziliang again.

The sight was suddenly attracted by the light group that appeared in the latter's hands.

I felt the water-attribute aura that was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved in the light group.

Mo Zhongtian suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "The artistic conception of water!"

Mo Zhongtian, who was in the Spirit Refinement Realm, barely touched the threshold of the artistic realm.

He knew very well how difficult it was to comprehend a complete artistic conception in the Xuanwu realm.

And with this artistic conception, even if Young Master Liang goes to the Bi Fang Dynasty, he can definitely get the same or even better treatment than those juvenile supreme.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhongtian's heart moved, and he wanted to recruit.

However, thinking of the predicament in front of Monet's dynasty, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, if such a genius had been a few years earlier... eh? What was that?"

The sigh in Mo Zhongtian's heart has not been finished yet.

Suddenly I saw that in the palm of Young Master Liang's spread, apart from the blue light group condensed by the artistic conception of water just now.

There was another white light cluster.

The white light group is like a flame elf.

Jumping and tossing in the hands of Gong Ziliang, showing the agility of life.

However, when Mo Zhongtian's eyes fell on it.

In his mind, there was an uncontrollable trembling suddenly.

As if the power contained in the light group was enough to burn him down.

As the existence of Transcending Tribulation Realm, Mo Zhongtian is very clear that this is not his illusion.

Moreover, his mind did indeed feel a huge threat from that white light group!