A man in a black and white shirt led the way, accompanied by four black-clad shortsuits with a fierce face, and five people walked on the corridor... This is after Duanmu Rong and Xue Nu gave the order, the disciples of the Mo family led the shooters that Jingyu said on the way to a certain point handle.

On the opposite side of this cloister stood several men dressed in ornate aristocratic costumes with wide sleeves and long robes. They had their hands behind their backs, their postures were erect, their expressions were arrogant, and their eyes moved with the four of them... In particular, he pays more attention to the small piece on his left arm.

"Looking at its exquisite structure, it is not inferior to the Qin military crossbow, and I am afraid that the power is only strong and not weak." One of the men whispered to the man beside him. He has a sword hanging from his waist, and he is habitually holding the hilt of the sword in one of his left hands... This gesture undoubtedly tells others that he was born in the army.

The man beside him was forty years old and had a black beard like a goat's under his chin. At this time, he nodded slowly while brushing his beard.

"General Zhao, as far as you can see, could it be a weapon designed by the Mo family for them?" He asked. "710"

"I don't think anyone else can design it except for the Mo family and the public loser." The military general pondered slightly, shook his head and said: "And the public loser is attached to the Qin State, and will not help the weak Chu State." "

He spoke cautiously, and did not directly say that the Mo family designed a hand for the Xiang clan. It's just that he expressed this level of judgment, and the conclusion was waiting for the middle-aged man to make up his own. This time, the people who came to Zhao Guo to participate in the anti-Qin conference were led by this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man pondered for a long time, as if he had finally made a decision, "General Zhao, follow me... Hey, that's a coincidence. "

General Zhao listened to the middle-aged man's half-words, and looked at him with doubts. I saw that on the opposite corridor, another person came out... The short dundun shook his big sleeves, white hair, white eyebrows, white beard, tied with a crown, and wore a right collar coat of earth yellow and brown half, which was the master of the Mo family... General Zhao understood what the middle-aged man meant.

There may be many people in the Mo family who can design institutions now, and there is no doubt that the most accomplished one is this class master. If you can invite him, I'm afraid it's possible to design a terrifying trap beast that surpasses the public loser.

In this corridor, there are exiled nobles from the Six Kingdoms who came to participate in the great cause of resisting Qin. What General Zhao and the middle-aged man could think of, they could also think of. Seeing that the unconscious class master was about to walk next to everyone, this originally unrelated atmosphere became tense because of the competition.

They come from different countries and have even been hostile at one time. Even if the country is no longer there, how can it be so easy to let them coexist peacefully.

Finally, the person closest to Master Ban had a tendency to bow his hand, and the other person behind him took the lead and shouted:

"Master Ban!"

The man who was about to bow his hand froze halfway, and the man who shouted hurriedly walked past him... The moment the two looked at each other, they could see that one was angry and the other was proud.

The old man stopped for some reason, and after looking at the man, he must have seen it, but he couldn't remember it... In fact, he drove the Suzaku a few days ago, and once took this person into the Organ City.

"In the Pangtong of the Lower Wei State, please also ask the master to take a step to speak." He bowed slightly.

Seeing that he was in a good attitude, the old man took a few steps towards the flat ground on his side. The man hurriedly praised the Xiang family's generals for their exquisite crossbows and bows, which surpassed all those of the Qin army, and how well the designer's mind was good.

At first, the old man was confused, and it became more and more ugly, so he simply blew his beard and stared at him.

"What's so good about that? If I had designed it, I wouldn't have it... Thanks to him, he woke up in time and stopped the rest of the conversation.

However, Pang Tong of the Wei State misunderstood, and the old man was not convinced. So, he changed to praise the old man of the class, saying what is 'Master, your words will definitely be able to design a god that has never been seen before or since'.

The old man was emotional when he heard it. Seeing this, the man quickly said that he wanted to ask him to design a weapon.

The old man didn't even think about it, so he denied it, "I won't design offensive weapons for the sake of war." "

His voice was not hidden, so not only Pang Tong was stunned when he heard it, but the others also looked at each other.

"But, that Xiang's crossbow..."Pang Tong asked unwillingly.

He was interrupted by the old man in the middle of his sentence, "It was designed by some stinky boy who secretly learned my Mo family's techniques." He snorted past the man, "My Mo family wouldn't make that kind of clumsy crossbow." As he walked, he muttered like this, completely ignoring Pang Tong and the others.

After turning a few corners and shaking off those people, the old man was still chattering.

"Old man Ban, who is making you angry like this?"

The young man's voice suddenly came from behind, which made the old man's whole face distort for a moment. He wiped it with his hand for a while, while admonishing himself to 'not be angry', and then turned his face away with an unnatural smile.

"Where do you see I'm angry?" He pointed to his ugly expression that was worse than crying.

"I think you look like you're angry everywhere." Jingyu laughed unscrupulously, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder, "Say, whoever bullied you, I'll go and avenge you..."

"Then, if I repay you with a little trick, right?" The old man slapped his hand away, took his words, and muttered in his heart, "It's your stinky boy who is angry with me...."

"Depends on what you say, am I just going to ask for that?" Jingyu gave him a wide look, "Our Xiang family and your Mo family are allies, and we should help you." "

"Then, I'll help you, and that's right, right?" The old man was still not fooled, and continued with an expressionless face, a pair of small eyes full of resentment.

"Uh..." couldn't stand his expression, Jingyu stopped joking, "Don't talk about this, I have something to do with you." People come and go here, maybe the wall has ears, let's change places. He walked forward first, and after a few steps stopped to look at the old man, "What are you still standing there for?" "

The old man looked suspicious and vigilant, "Is it really serious?" "

Jingyu smiled, "It's okay if you don't come, when something happens in the organ city, I don't care." "

He walked away on his own, and the old man hesitated a few times, sighed and followed honestly...

Soon after, in a stone room, "What? The exclamation of the old man came, "How can you finish it?" And, how? "

"Shhhh Be quiet! Jingyu raised a finger at her lips, "Isn't there still me to help you?" "

"I just don't want you to be small... Ahem, let you see it. Old man Ben muttered.

"I don't care," Jingyu looked at him with a smirk, "It's easier not to do it." "

As he spoke, he made a gesture to get up and leave... 3.6... walked all the way to the door, and the old man behind him finally stopped him.

The dividing line of "Evil System Synthesis"****

Fifty miles away from the Organ City, in a valley somewhere, two huge Mo Family Four Spirit Beasts White Tiger squatted on the ground. Above one of them stood a white-clad wide-sleeved swordsman with a handsome face staring coldly in a certain direction.

There was a whoosh, and a figure appeared steadily on another white tiger. The slender body and slightly sharp-beaked monkey gills are not ugly, and he is one of the leaders of the Mo family. Seeing another person looking over, he nodded and said:

"Here they are."

As his words fell, the sound of rumbling horses' hooves came, and more than a dozen horses rushed closer and stopped in front of the two white tigers. The visitor arched his hand at the white-clothed swordsman, and the two sides nodded to each other.

The two white tigers then activated, one after the other to escort the arrivals, and quickly marched all the way to the Mojia Organ City..._

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