The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 50 Martial arts conference, Mingjiao's plan

Zhongnan Mountain, ancient tomb.

Mo Chen was lying on the soft jade legs of the little dragon girl, enjoying the gentle massage of the little dragon girl with his eyes slightly closed, with a lazy and rascal look on his face.If outsiders saw it, it would be hard to believe. This is the existence of Mo Zhenren, who is famous all over the world, and is hailed as the existence of the exiled immortal by the world.

Sitting at the side, Li Mochou looked at Mo Chen's lazy expression, rolled her eyes helplessly, and gritted her two small canine teeth slightly at the corners of her mouth.

This bastard is really as lazy and rascal as ever.

Only a fool like junior sister would obey him wholeheartedly.If it were my own words, hum.

Li Mochou secretly waved her small fists, glanced at the gentle smile on Xiaolongnv's face, and Mo Chen's tired expression, feeling extremely upset in her heart.

She stretched out her hand and punched Mo Chen's leg lightly, and said, "Shaolin Temple is gone, what are you going to do next? With your current cultivation base, why bother with so many tricks?"

Mo Chen moved his head slightly, moving on Xiaolongnv's warm and soft thigh, he didn't even bother to open his eyes, and said softly: "Strength is not the only way to solve problems, and some things can't be solved by strength. points, the possibility of being able to reintegrate into one body in the future is very small.

But for Shaolin, this is also an opportunity.Although they are divided, blood is thicker than water after all.Although it seems to be a failure in the short term, it is not necessarily a bad thing in the long run. "

Li Mochou heard that, a look of astonishment appeared on her pretty face.Since Mo Chen knew, why would he do this.Isn't it the best way to solve Shaolin once and for all?
Mo Chen glanced at Li Mochou's astonished expression, stretched out his hand with a smirk on his face, took her hot and sexy body into his arms, and said with a smile: "You should take a long-term view, don't just grow your breasts."

Li Mochou gave Mo Chen a flirtatious look, and hummed coquettishly with a bit of shame and resentment: "You bastard is not brainless."

Mo Chen chuckled lightly and said, "You will be punished for insulting your husband."

Li Mochou glanced at the little dragon girl beside her who was covering her mouth and giggling, and couldn't help feeling very shy.Although her face was full of seductive love, she said coquettishly, "I hate it, it's not dark yet. You pervert, how can you prostitute yourself in the daytime!"

Time always passes inadvertently, and people can't touch the slightest trace of it.

The sun rises and the sun sets, spring goes and autumn comes, and the day of the Double Ninth Festival is getting closer and closer.As time approached the martial arts conference, Luoyang City gradually became lively.People from rivers and lakes from all over the world showed up in Luoyang City one after another.

All of a sudden, the streets of Luoyang City were full of martial arts fighters holding weapons.

If it weren't for the joint efforts of Taoists from all over the world to help manage, Luoyang City would have been a mess.Most of the martial arts people are rebellious, and each faction has deep grievances with each other. If no one suppresses it, it is afraid that when they gather together, it will be the day when an unprecedented bloody battle will break out.

But even so, the bodies of martial arts practitioners can still be seen in the ditches outside Luoyang City every day.

Luoyang, in an ordinary small courtyard.

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi sat at a stone table under a banyan tree in the other courtyard, quietly sipping the fragrant tea.

"Hey, I never thought that Huazi in my hometown has half of her body buried in the ground, and she can still see such a scene." Hong Qigong lost his eyes, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

There are hundreds of martial arts people from all over the world, large and small.Although I dare not say that all the martial arts sects gathered in this martial arts grand meeting, there are still some in nine out of ten.In the history of Jianghu martial arts, there has never been such a grand event.At least in Hong Qigong's memory, there has never been such a grand martial arts conference.

"It's a pity whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's really unpredictable." Huang Yaoshi shook his head slightly and sighed.

He still couldn't figure it out. With Mo Chen's cultivation level, does he still need the world's power?

Hong Qigong laughed softly: "It's a blessing or a curse. It has nothing to do with us two old people. We are all very old, and we don't know when we fell into the soil. Speaking of it, the old beggar has been a hundred years old. Afterwards, she paid more attention to that child Rong'er. Although her cultivation base has fallen, she is clever and intelligent, and she is a rare talent."

Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly, fixed his eyes on Hong Qigong, looked at his gray hair, and slightly cloudy eyes, and finally sighed.

I'm already quite old, so why bother meddling in Rong'er's life.

Huang Yaoshi didn't object to Hong Qigong, he stroked his long beard with a smile on his face, and didn't speak any more.Based on his understanding of Huang Yaoshi, since the other party didn't speak, it meant that he had agreed to his actions.

Huang Yaoshi was silent for a long time, looking at the white clouds passing by in the sky, he said softly: "Since the news of that person's serious injury came out, the world has not been very peaceful."

Hong Qigong said with a smile: "It's just a clown, I'm afraid I'm someone else's chess piece and I don't know it."

Huang Yaoshi shook his head slightly, and sighed: "That's what I'm worried about. Although clowns are nothing to be afraid of, if you add someone who has a heart to provoke you, it will be a great trouble."

Hong Qigong fell silent, and sat there frowning slightly, without speaking for a long time.

He understood Huang Yaoshi's worries, but even if they were worried about some things, there was nothing they could do.After all, the matter here cannot be decided by the two of them.

At the same time, in a dense forest outside Luoyang City.

In the dense forest, four figures in short jackets stood looking at each other, no one spoke.

Everyone was silent for a long time, an old man dressed in plain sackcloth who looked like an old farmer said plainly, "Is everything ready?"

A mature woman with a charming figure and a glamorous face clasped her hands and said, "Report to Mr. Zuo Envoy, everything is ready. The man's motorcade will pass by the south gate of Luoyang tomorrow, and most of the guards at the south gate are our people.

Half a month ago, we sent people to take advantage of the opportunity of resting the city wall and buried two thousand catties of gunpowder there.Even if he is really a banished immortal, with so much gunpowder, he can only become a ghost. "

The old man nodded in satisfaction, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Okay, whether my Mingjiao can succeed depends on everyone's performance tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)