Asking about longevity

Yu Chengwu was slightly startled and a little annoyed. ൠ

But after thinking about it, what Mo Hua said made sense. No matter how he was at odds with Mo Shan, he would not be stingy enough to argue with Mo Hua.

And because he was arguing with Mo Shan's son, if nothing else, he was at least a generation shorter than Mo Shan in terms of mind.

"Okay, you're right, I won't argue with you."

Mo Hua asked again: "Do you have a mace?"

Yu Chengwu nodded and said: "Not bad."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Can you show it to me?"

Yu Chengwu was a little reluctant, but looking at Mo Hua's curious and bright eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse. After thinking about it, he took out the mace from the storage bag and put it on the ground for Mo Hua to see.

The mace is five or six feet long, has spikes on it, is made of fine iron, looks like a wolf tooth, and is stained with dark blood.

These bloodstains are probably from monsters and monks.

Mo Hua tried to take it, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

He pushed it with both hands, but the mace still didn't move at all.

"It's so heavy." Mo Hua couldn't help but said.

A trace of pride flashed in Yu Chengwu's eyes, "This is natural."

"Is this exercise so heavy on purpose?" Mo Hua asked humbly.

"That's right." Yu Chengwu nodded, "The spiritual weapon is heavy and powerful. The more lethal it is when you swing it."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Yu Chengwu suddenly asked curiously: "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to get one too."

Yu Chengwu was stunned, "What are you doing?"

Mo Hua pointed to the mace on the ground, "This stick."

Yu Chengwu took a look at the ink painting. It had thin skin, tender flesh, small arms and legs, and weak blood. It looked like it was not a physical education, and he couldn't help but ask:

"You're not a physical practitioner, so what are you doing this for?"

Mo Hua blinked, "I have my own way."

Yu Chengwu couldn't help but frown.

Mo Shan is shrewd, and his son is even smarter than him. He is full of ideas, but he doesn't know what he is planning.

"I'll buy you a drink!"

When Mo Hua saw the mace, he had a plan in mind, so he invited Yu Chengwu to drink as a courtesy.

"Your injury is not serious, you can drink a little." Mo Hua said.

Yu Chengwu hesitated for a moment, then took the wine handed over by Mo Hua, took a sip, and frowned.

It's sweet and sour, and has a light alcoholic taste. It's something for children to drink.

But in this situation, it’s good to have wine, so there’s nothing to choose from.

Yu Chengwu sighed and drank a few sips to relieve his fatigue, but suddenly thought that he and Mo Shan were not getting along, and they had never had a glass of wine with him until now.

Now, he was invited by Mo Shan's son to drink a pot of fruit wine that only children drink.

Yu Chengwu's mood instantly became a little complicated.

After several people rested and their injuries stabilized, they continued on their way. ♤

After walking for a while, Mo Hua glanced around with his spiritual consciousness, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"You can go slowly, don't be in a hurry."

From what he could see with his spiritual consciousness, there were already many demon hunters around.

For Mo Hua, having a demon hunter around means that he is on his own territory. Those foreign monks who dare to pursue him are seeking death.

Ji Qingbai didn't know why Mo Hua said that, but he trusted Mo Hua's words inexplicably and heaved a long sigh of relief.

On the way after that, I met more and more demon hunters.

When the demon hunter meets Yu Chengwu and others, whether they are familiar with each other or not, they will come over to say hello.

Yu Chengwu didn't notice it at first, but gradually he felt something was wrong.

When these demon hunters came over, they all greeted Mo Hua first and then exchanged a few words with him.

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Just one or two, this is the case for four or five batches of demon hunters.

He even felt that these demon hunters were all here for Mo Hua, and greeting him was just in passing.

Yu Chengwu frowned, "Something's wrong."

Mo Hua is just a monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Although his talent is pretty good, his popularity cannot be that good.

These people must be doing their greetings to Mo Hua for the sake of his father, Mo Shan.

But Mo Shan’s face is not that great.

It’s impossible, Mo Shan has successfully built the foundation...

If he succeeds in establishing the foundation, and Mo Hua is the son of the foundation-building monk, others will naturally give him face.

Yu Chengwu thought silently in his heart, and suddenly realized that this was not right.

His father, Yu Changlin, is a Foundation Establishment monk, and he can be regarded as the son of a Foundation Establishment monk. No one else gives him such great respect.

Yu Chengwu was a little confused, but there was something even more confusing for him, which was the iron armor.

Not everyone of the several waves of demon hunters passing by had them, but at least most of them were wearing iron armor.

This is iron armor! Where did they get it?

Yu Chengwu frowned.

On the orders of his father, Elder Yu, he went out to do some errands. Due to an accident, he was delayed for more than a year before he came back.

Passing through Qingxuan City, I met Ji Qingbai. Because the two had some friendship and he was not used to families that bully others, he helped and went to Tongxian City together.

When he came back this time, it was just over a year since he left.

But more than a year is not a long time for a monk.

Why does everything feel a little different now that I'm back?

Ji Qingbai and Ji Li were secretly surprised when they looked at these demon hunters.

This is iron armor. There are only a handful of demon hunters with iron armor in Qingxuan City. When you get to Tongxian City, why do you feel like they are everywhere?

Ji Qingbai and his son couldn't figure it out either.

Everyone had an uneventful journey. They left Daheishan and entered Tongxian City from the south gate. What they saw was the huge weapon refining shop and alchemy shop in the south of the city.

It occupies a very large area, has huge dimensions, towering outer walls, and strict formations. It looks majestic and majestic.

From time to time, the crisp sound of iron was heard inside, and bursts of fragrant red pepper fragrance floated out.

Yu Chengwu and others were shocked beyond measure.

Not only Tongxian City, but also several nearby fairy cities combined, there has never been a monastic industry of this magnitude.

Yu Chengwu said in disbelief: "Are these from the Qian family?"

In just over a year, the power of the Qian family has grown to this extent?

Then won’t they have no chance of raising their heads in the future?

Mo Hua shook his head, "No, it belongs to everyone!"

"Everyone?" Yu Chengwu didn't understand.

Mo Hua pointed with his little hand and included the entire south of the city under his finger, and said: "Everyone."

Yu Chengwu understood, but still found it incredible, and thought to himself: "I'm afraid I'm not dreaming..."

In a daze, he felt that this was just a dream he had when he was wandering outside, sleeping in the open air, half asleep and half awake.

In the dream, he ran all the way and finally returned to Tongxian City.

I saw that the demon hunters in Tongxian City were all wearing iron armor, I saw that the scattered weapons and alchemy shops had been built, and I saw that everyone had abundant spiritual stones, and there was a smile on their faces.

He had thought about these things before, but only in his dreams.

The scene in front of him seemed to be just the dream he had.

Mo Hua saw him stunned and called him, "Second Uncle Yu?"

Yu Chengwu finally came back to his senses, but looking at all this, he was still a little unbelievable and thought to himself:

"It's not a dream, is it an illusion?"

Mo Hua saw his expression changing and his mood unstable, so he thought he was homesick and couldn't help himself, so he didn't bother to care about him.