"Ning'er, Haoming, the clan competition is about to begin.
You two should go down and get ready."
Mo Wanjun, who is tall, has a majestic face, and gives off a domineering feeling with every move he makes, looks towards his daughter beside him. , and Mo Haoming on the side said.
"Don't be in a hurry, Dad, it's so messy down there, why don't you let me go down later?"
Mo Ning'er said to Mo Wanjun with a cute look on her face.
Mo Wanjun looked doting on his face, with a wry smile on his lips.
"You girl, you are becoming more and more unruly.
All the young people participating in the clan competition are down there now.
Do you want everyone to wait for you to be obedient and go down with your brother Haoming?"
"Ning'er, let's go down."
Mo Haoming stepped up, stood beside Mo Ning'er, and said softly.
"Okay."
As soon as Noila Mo saw Mo Haoming, she smiled like a flower, turned around and followed Mo Haoming off the main stage.
"This girl is really a bad girl.
As a father, I don't listen to what I say.
But when Haoming came, I heard and listened."
Mo Wanjun shook his head and said with a smile to Mo Tianyuan next to him. .
Mo Tianyuan, the eldest elder with white hair and beard, a resolute face and a calm demeanor, also said with a smile: "Ning'er is fourteen years old this year, which is not too young.
In another year, Haoming will be nineteen years old.
Wan Jun, if you agree, let the two young ones get married."
Just by looking at Mo Tianyuan's name for Mo Wanjun, one can tell that the relationship between the two is extremely close and unusual.
Mo Wanjun nodded and said with a smile: "Then I will wait for you to come and propose marriage.
The bride price must not be missing."
"Hahaha, I'm an old man, it seems I have to be squeezed dry by you."
Mo Tianyuan looked up to the sky and laughed, with a happy face.
Knowing that Mo Wanjun spoke like this was like making an appointment for this marriage.
Mo Wanjun only had one daughter and no children.
With the marriage between the two families and Mo Haoming's talent, he will definitely be the leader of the clan in the future.
How could Mo Tianyuan be unhappy.
"Mo Lang, are all the young men from the Mo family participating in the competition here?"
Mo Wanjun turned to look at Mo Lang.
Mo Lang was entirely responsible for the clan competition, so Mo Wanjun asked this question.
When Mo Lang heard this, he quickly leaned over, with a hint of gloom on his face, and then turned into a proud look, and finally said: "Except for that loser, everyone else is here."
The waste in Mo Lang's mouth naturally refers to Mo Zhiyao.
Now Mo Zhiyao has successfully condensed human patterns and is qualified to participate in the clan competition.
Mo Wanjun frowned slightly when he heard that Mo Lang still called Mo Zhiyao a waste.
However, knowing that there was always a rift between the two families, he didn't say anything and nodded.
"Forget it if you don't come, you can't delay the normal progress of the clan competition just for his sake."
Mo Wanjun pondered for a moment, glanced at Elder Xuanyu in the distance seemingly unintentionally, and whispered.
Only Mo Wanjun and Mo Tianyuan know the true strength of Elder Xuanyu.
What Mo Lang had seen before was just the tip of the iceberg.
Elder Xuanyu and Mo Wanjun both had concerns and at the same time attached great importance to him.
Otherwise, the disposal of Mo Cang's relics would not have been delayed until now without a decision due to the objections of Elder Xuanyu.
Mo Lang nodded, wishing that Mo Zhiyao would not participate.
In this case, unless Mo Zhiyao condensed the eight human patterns, Mo Cang's relics would be in his pocket.
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"You little loser, you won't be able to gather the eight human patterns in your next life," Mo Lang thought to himself, feeling proud.
"Also, haven't the guests from the three families arrived yet?"
Mo Wanjun looked up at the sky and judged the time.
Each of the four major families will hold clan competitions, and they will also invite each other.
They also secretly compete with each other to compete with their own new forces, which also has the meaning of demonstration and intimidation.
Like Mo Haoming, in the clan competition that year, he outsmarted the other heroes, showed off his talents, and became famous in the city.
The other three major clans were shocked and at the same time fearful.
Since then, the Mo family's various businesses have been much smoother.
"It should be soon.
There is still half an hour before the clan competition starts."
Mo Lang said quickly.
While the two were talking, a guard from below rushed up, knelt down on one knee, and reported: "The patriarch, the patriarchs of the three major families have come together, and now they are waiting outside the door."
"Oh."
When Mo Wanjun heard this, he stood up quickly and said to the elders on both sides: "People from the three families are coming.
Come with me to greet them."
When everyone heard this, they stood up quickly and flew out with Mo Wanjun.
The twelve elders of the clan are all gods and can fly in the void.
It's just that the number of people's tattoos is different.
After flying out of the mansion, there were about ten people standing in the open space at the door, all of them dressed luxuriously and with awe-inspiring aura.
The three people in front were all middle-aged, and the one on the left was extremely tall, a big fat man, like a mountain of meat.
His smiling demeanor seemed extremely easy-going.
His pupils were not visible through his narrowed eyes, but an occasional flash of light showed his extraordinary cultivation.
There is a person in the middle, tall and thin, with exposed skin that is bronze in color, giving people a strong and strong feeling of copper skin and iron bones.
Although he looks ordinary, his eyes are shining, and he is obviously a person with superb cultivation.
The person on the right has a rough face, eyes like copper bells, and a thick beard.
He is slightly short in stature, with flat shoulders and a thick back, giving him a solid feeling.
Behind the three of them, there were several people standing, but behind the tall and thin man in the middle, and standing close to his side, stood a young man.
It was Jun Ziqian who had walked with Mo Zhiyao before and then sadly left alone.
"Hahaha, Brother Jun, Brother Ye, Brother Shen, why are you here?
I can't wait for you."
Everyone fell down, and Mo Wanjun stepped forward with a big smile, saying hello loudly.
Among the three, the person in the middle spoke first: "Oh, brother Mo, don't blame me.
This matter has nothing to do with Brother Ye and Brother Shen.
It's all because of the younger brother."
"Oh Brother Jun, why do you say that?"
Mo Wanjun smiled and looked at Jun Dingtian, the contemporary patriarch of the Jun family, and asked.
"It's not because of my useless son."
He said he was useless, but there was a deep look of contentment in his eyes.
Jun Dingtian turned to Jun Ziqian beside him and said, "Zi Qian, why don't you come over and pay homage to your Uncle Mo?"
"My nephew pays homage to Uncle Mo."
Jun Ziqian took a step forward, clasped his fists in his hands, and bowed.
Looking at Jun Ziqian with a gentle smile, the expressions of Mo Wanjun and the twelve Mo family elders behind him all changed slightly.
"Good nephew, no courtesy."
Mo Wanjun held his arms up, his eyes twinkling with surprise and uncertainty.
"Brother Jun, I don't know the cultivation level of nephew Zi Qian."
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"Hahaha, Quanzi was sent away by me to study abroad since he was a child.
He just returned to Iwaki a few months ago.
After he came back, he went into seclusion to attack the spirit realm.
He just came out of seclusion today.
It was also because of this that he delayed his arrival.
Brother Ye Brother Shen It's also because he was waiting for me that he came late.
I hope Brother Mo Haihan is ashamed to say that he was promoted with only eighteen levels of human marks.
It is really useless."
Jun Dingtian said "useless" with a look on his face.
His expression was extremely proud.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Mo Wanjun and everyone behind him suddenly changed dramatically, and there was an unconcealable look of horror in their eyes.
Ye Qingzhou, the head of the Ye family who was as big as a mountain of flesh, and Shen Wang, the head of the Shen family who was slightly shorter, also looked extremely ugly.
"Eighteen Human Patterns" Mo Wanjun's heart felt as if he was being pressed down by a huge mountain instantly, and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.
In the history of Iwaki, there has never been a person who has been promoted to the Qi Gathering Realm with nine human marks, let alone a person who has been promoted to the Spirit Transformation Realm with eighteen human marks.
Mo Haoming, who originally had seven human marks from his family and was promoted to the Qi Gathering realm, Mo Wanjun thought he could intimidate Iwaki and become the leader among the four major families.
But now, he never expected that an even more evil gentleman would come out of the Jun family. modest The eighteen human patterns are the pinnacle of the first two levels of cultivation.
It is conceivable that this gentleman Qian's future future is absolutely immeasurable.
Over time, the Jun family will definitely be the dominant one in Iwa City, and the other three families will have no foothold at all.
"Congratulations to the Jun family for having such a talented person.
It's my great fortune.
Brother Jun will take care of you in the future."
Mo Wanjun's face became a little ugly, and he forced a smile with a very unnatural expression.
"Uncle Mo, my nephew has something I want to ask."
Jun Ziqian bowed first and said to Mo Wanjun.
"My dear nephew, just ask, Uncle Mo knows everything."
Mo Wanjun had a look of confusion on his face.
Not only him, but also Jun Dingtian and the other three were startled, obviously not knowing what Jun Ziqian was asking about. .
"May I ask Uncle Mo, brother Zhiyao, is he in the house?"
Jun Ziqian looked at Mo Wanjun with hope in his eyes.
"Mo Zhiyao" Mo Wanjun's face was stunned, and the people behind him also had normal expressions.
It's just that there are two people whose expressions are more prominent, one is Mo Lang and the other is Elder Xuan Yu.
How could Jun Ziqian, who was regarded as the genius of Iwaki's generation, get involved with Mo Zhiyao?
And it seemed that the relationship was very close.
"Zhi Yao, he has not returned to the clan yet.
My nephew knows Zhi Yao."
Mo Wanjun looked at Jun Ziqian and asked doubtfully.
"While traveling, I happened to meet Zhiyao, and the two of us hit it off very well.
Later we separated for some reason, and I returned to Iwaki first.
I thought that Zhiyao had also come back, so I came here to meet him, but I didn't expect that Zhiyao hadn't returned yet, so small.
My nephew is fine."
Jun Ziqian's eyes showed worry and disappointment, and he retreated behind Jun Dingtian, his expression ugly, and he was obviously worried.
Mo Wanjun looked back at the Great Elder Mo Tianyuan, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
Then Mo Wanjun forced a smile and said: "Brother Jun, Brother Ye, Brother Shen, this is not the place to talk.
Please come inside."
"Hahaha, okay."
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Jun Dingtian took the lead and entered the gate of Mo Mansion.
The remaining three families looked at each other with bitterness on their faces, and then entered together.
The seats for the three families have been arranged long ago, and they are located on both sides slightly below the top of the Mo family.
When all the guests arrived, the Mo clan competition officially began.
There are a total of 387 young people of Mo's generation.
After being eliminated in the first round, only 128 were left to participate in the semi-finals.
From the beginning of the rematch, it is a two-on-one duel, the winner advances and the loser is eliminated.
The huge martial arts performance venue was divided into sixty-four venues, and duels began at the same time.
One day passed, and only eight of the more than three hundred contestants remained.
The duel between these eight people will take place one by one, not at the same time.
Since it was getting late, the duel between these eight people would take place the next day.
Until this moment, Mo Zhiyao still has not returned
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