MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 534 rattling

  Chapter 534 The sword is on the verge of breaking out

"Is it?"

  The strange voice echoed in the empty hall, causing the four people in the hall to stand up suddenly.

   "Who? Pretending to be a ghost!" The sage of rain shouted, and a surge of momentum came, covering the entire hall.

  At the same time, countless strands of rain fell in the summit hall, and the whole ground was soaked in an instant.

  In this great hall, the Rain-Watting Saint was fully aware, and soon keenly discovered that there was no trace of rain falling on an area.

Where!

  He pointed out lightly, and a ferocious water dragon condensed and rushed out from his fingertips, rushing towards that direction.

  But I saw a shining golden bell suddenly appeared in that area, and the golden bell opened its mouth to face the water dragon.

  The golden bell seemed to have no bottom, and the tens of feet long water dragon rushed in without a trace.

   "Boom, boom...crash."

  First there were two dull muffled sounds, followed by the sound of rippling water.

  The expression of the rain-buying sage changed, and the opponent's strength had also reached the realm of a martial sage, otherwise it would be impossible to resolve his water dragon attack so easily.

  I saw an arm suddenly stretched out from above the golden bell, grabbing the golden bell and flipping it down.

  The splash of water poured out of the clock and landed on the ground, the tick-tock was very shocking.

  That was the attack of a strong martial artist, did it melt so shakyly?

   "Why does Penglai Xiandao intervene in secular affairs?"

  The huge golden bell turned into little golden light and dissipated, revealing the figures of Mo Fan and Mo Frivolous who were controlling him afterwards.

   "Are you Mo Fan?" The rain-closing saint shrank his pupils and stared at Mo Fan with white hair and white robes, overturning his previous estimation of Mo Fan in his heart.

  This person is by no means a deceitful person, but really powerful.

   Only in this small round of fighting just now, he can be sure that this person's defeat of Yunluo Saint is not empty talk, but has real strength.

"To be impolite, the lord of Penglai Xiandao, the sage of Hanhai, will also respectfully call me Monkey King. Your Excellency is too uneducated." Mo Fan said coldly, staring at the sage of rain, It brought him a lot of pressure.

  The rain sage was furious when he heard the words.

  As Mo Fan approached, he felt that Mo Fan's strength was no more than that of a seventh-rank Martial Emperor, and he hadn't really reached the holy realm.

  Despite the extraordinary fighting power shown, he is confident that the gap of a large rank is not so easy to smooth out.

   "Your Excellency is only a seventh-rank Martial Emperor, and you dare to call yourself a great sage? My island master is just trying to save face for the great sage Pingtian." The sage of rain said coldly.

  Already thinking about how to subdue Mo Fan with his hands.

   "Hehe. Just as long as you are happy." Mo Fan smiled noncommittally, and then his tone suddenly became serious: "Penglai Xiandao has always been neutral, even if it is a mediation, there is a special holy place to walk."

   "I don't know that the Rain-Watching Saint has such a cultivation level, but he is willing to degenerate and walk in the Holy Land for a while, but it really opened my eyes."

   "Walking in a holy place, why does this old man have to be assigned by others? If you have self-knowledge, then retreat here, and recognize the orthodoxy of the Ning family's Lanyan from now on, and restrain the people of Tianxuan from invading it."

   "When you meet me in the future, I should honorably address you as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, to give you face. Otherwise, don't blame me for ruining your reputation today!" The rain-closing sage was full of arrogance, with a hint of contempt.

   It seems that Mo Fan is something that he can easily crush with just a single hand.

  Hearing his arrogant words, Mo Fan was not angry, but just smiled and said: "It turns out that it was not ordered by the Saint of the Vast Sea, but by you personally, so it will be easy to handle."

  Then his gaze turned to Ning Yu who was wearing a dragon robe standing in front of the dragon chair, and said calmly: "Mr. Ning, I gave you a chance, but now it seems that you don't seem to cherish it."

   "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak nonsense here in front of the Rainmaker Saint?" Ning Yu's voice was loud, as if to embolden himself.

  Mo Fan has seen him, but he has not seen Mo Fan.

  Beside him, Ning Shen had an ominous premonition in his heart. He was pessimistic about Mo Fan's arrival just by seeing Mo Qingkuang who had come back to life next to Mo Fan.

  Mo is frivolous, but he watched the dead one with his own eyes, and was actually resurrected by Mo Fan. He firmly believes that the rain sage does not have such a method.

   It's just that my father has gone all the way to the dark right now, and I can't do anything about it.

  Mo Fan smiled contemptuously: "I think your confidence is the sage of rain."

   "So what if I'm an old man?" The Rainbuying Saint continued in a bad tone.

   "Hehe, not good." Mo Fan shook his head. "I'll talk about you and my old guys later, let the juniors solve the problem first."

   "I heard that your Ning family is going to marry Ning Xian to Lan Xiao Shengzi as a concubine, such a happy event. It just so happens that my ineffective junior, Mo Qingkuang, and your Miss Ning are good friends."

   "I'm thinking of sending a congratulatory gift. I wonder if the newly appointed Emperor Lan Yan can invite your little princess to come out to meet friends?"

   Mo Fan's words pierced Ning Yu's heart like a needle.

  Ning Xian's reluctance to marry Lan Xiao is well known in the world, and now he has already been imprisoned in the palace siege, waiting for an auspicious day to marry Lan Xiao's son.

   Now let Ning Xian come out to see Mo frivolous, maybe some joke will come out, wouldn't it be generous to laugh at that time.

   Lan Xiao couldn't help it when she heard the words, Mo Fan's words were clearly aimed at him.

  Spoiled in a cold voice: "Princess Ningxian is so honorable, how can she become friends with a lowly person like Mo Qingkuang? Besides, Princess Ningxian will soon become the wife of my son, what right does Mo Qingkuang have to see her?"

   "What qualifications do I have to see her? I would like to ask, what qualifications do you have to marry her?" Mo frivolously became furious when he heard that.

   Originally, he came to rescue Ning Xian and repay the kindness of the maintenance in the Holy Fire Hall.

  But he didn't want to be insulted by this so-called Holy Son Lan Xiao.

  Mo frivolously remembers deeply, when Lan Xiao Shengzi came to Tianxuan Empire, he looked arrogant.

  Now I am no longer the dazed young man who needed to look up to Lan Xiao at that time, let alone pretend to be a poor clown in front of Lan Xiao.

  Now the strength of my third-rank Martial Master is not considered the bottom of any holy place, so why be afraid of Lan Xiao?

   "What are you? When will it be your turn to speak? You must have forgotten the way you wagged your tail like a country dog ​​in front of my Son."

   "Sensible, go back to Tianxuan and be your frog in the well. On the day of my holy son's wedding, for your sake of honesty, I can send you a cup of wedding wine!"

  Lan Xiao's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that Mo frivolous, like a country bumpkin, would dare to insult him. If he hadn't been in front of his elders, he would have already dealt with this ignorant guy.

  Although Mo's frivolous cultivation has surpassed his expectations and reached the third-rank Wuzun, but in his opinion, it is also vulnerable.

  How can the pride of the Son of God be compared to ordinary people?

  (end of this chapter)