Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

It has been two or three years since the Wudian reopened.

Mo Que also wanted to know the current strength of the disciples in the hall, so he converged on Cultivation Base and fought with these disciples of the martial arts hall.

What surprised him was that although these disciples were young, their strength was not weak.

Thinking back then, he groped on his own, and it took him three years to refine the marrow in the Ye family, but these disciples had already finished refining their flesh and bones in two or three years, and their progress can be said to be very rapid.

"Whoosh-"

In the Martial Hall, there were bursts of madness, and several young disciples cast Martial Dao. They looked like they were, but they all looked awe-inspiring. They only felt that the person in front of them was not a few years older than them, but his strength was far above them.

"What happened?"

The movement here quickly attracted more martial arts disciples.

When they saw that the disciple in the hall was fighting against a stranger, they couldn't help but say that they all took action and joined the battle.

More and more disciples gathered to join in.

Before long, there were at least dozens of disciples here besieging Mo Que.

"Who is this person, how can he be so powerful, even with so many of us, we can't beat him!"

This group of disciples became more and more shocked as they fought, and Mo Que was deeply satisfied with the strength of these disciples.

After all, the time for the reopening of the Martial Hall is still short, and it is very rare for them to have such strength in such a short period of time.

"What's the noise?"

Dozens of disciples took action, and the movement was so loud that it finally alerted another person in the martial arts hall.

It was a young man with an elegant and easy-going manner. When he came here, he saw many disciples besieging him. His footsteps seemed to have taken root, and he stood still, staring at Mo Que.

"Stop, stop!" He suddenly returned to his senses and shouted to the group of disciples.

When the disciples of the Wudian heard the words, they did not dare to disobey, so they all withdrew their hands and dispersed back.

"It's been a lot of hard work for you these past few years." Mo Que smiled. The disciples in the hall have grown up to this point in such a short period of time, which shows that Ye Mingxuan has put in a lot of hard work.

"You...you're back?" Ye Mingxuan's eyes turned red, and he swallowed even more.

Seeing him so excited, the disciples in the hall were secretly surprised, guessing the identity of Mo Que.

You must know that Ye Mingxuan has a very high status in the Wudian, and is second only to the existence of the deputy hall master Laotian. Legend has it that he is blood relatives with the hall master.

"Senior brother, this can't really be..." The girl who had tried to stop her earlier pulled the boy beside her with an uneasy expression on her face.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The boy still didn't want to believe it, but his clenched fists showed his unease.

"boom!"

At this moment, a powerful momentum erupted from the Martial Hall.

Then, a figure in a blue shirt flew out of the hall, punching like a thunderbolt, hitting Mo Que's chest.

"Old Palace Master!" The disciples present were shocked.

This old palace master is a real Martial Dao king, with enough strength to sweep across a state, how powerful is a punch?

Hearing a muffled groan, the figure who broke into the Martial Hall did not dodge or evade, allowing the old hall master to punch on it, but his whole person remained motionless and was not damaged in the slightest.

"How powerful is this person, even the old palace master can't hurt?" The young man who took the lead just now turned pale.

He finally knew at this time that the other party was not serious at all just now, otherwise he would have already failed miserably.

"Your body..." The fist of the old temple master in Tsing Yi still stopped on Mo Que's chest, his voice trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"I have become an emperor in the flesh!" Mo Que said what the old palace master in Tsing Yi did not dare to finish. I saw that the old temple master was shocked, his eyes were instantly red, and he said: "Okay! There are people in the Wudian who are called emperors, this way is endless, this way is endless!"

While weeping, he burst into laughter, causing all the disciples to look at each other, not knowing why.

"Thank you senior for taking care of Wudian." Mo Que said sincerely.

In front of him, the old palace master in Tsing Yi was naturally the beggar Laotian who was in the Martial Palace, whose full name was Tian Xiuhong.

When Martial Dao was cut off, Tian Xiuhong's heart was ashes, and he was in a state of confusion all day long, like a beggar.

But now, when the Wudian reopened, he had a sustenance in his heart. He was no longer the sloppy beggar he used to be. He was dressed in a green shirt. Although he was still unruly, he had a bit of elegance.

"Mo Que!"

Before Mo Que could say a few more words, two more figures flew out of the Martial Hall, and they could not help but say hello to him by various means.

"Clang clang clang!"

Mo Que did not dodge or evade, letting the means of those two fall on him.

He became an emperor in the flesh, even if he stood still, under the emperor's realm, he would hardly be hurt, and easily bounced off the attacks of the two men.

"Good boy, stronger than before!" A man in the lead yelled and stepped forward to give him a big bear hug.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a while, you are already so powerful, yet you came back to bully your disciples in the temple!"

"Why are you here?" Mo Que couldn't help but be surprised.

These two were his only friends of the younger generation in Qingzhou, Nangong Youran and Xuanyuan Mingkong.

Looking back on that year, when the Stars competed for the list, as in yesterday, both of them had gone through a period of time with him, especially Xuanyuan Mingkong, who had also shared adversity and life and death with him.

"Go inside and talk." Tian Xiuhong calmed down and led Mo Que into the inner hall.

After Mo Que, Xuanyuan Mingkong and others left, the disciples in the hall quickly caught up with Ye Mingxuan, who had always been easy-going, and scrambled to ask, "Senior Ye, who is this person, who is so powerful?"

Ye Mingxuan smiled and said, "Wu Temple was in decline, and he personally reopened it. Who do you think he is?"

A group of disciples were stunned and turned their heads to look at a statue not far away.

That is the image of the temple master.

"He...is he really the hall master?" The disciple who had taken the lead earlier seemed to have turned into a piece of wood and stayed in place.

Behind him, the girl in red was pulling the corner of his clothes again, but she stared blankly at the figure who walked into the inner hall, where countless deeds were circulated.

Mo Que came back and re-entered the Wudian Temple. The first thing he did was to go to the Lingdian Temple to worship Yao Lao.

He stood in front of Yao Laoling, like a sculpture, motionless, and no one dared to disturb him.

"How long is he going to stand?" Nangong, who was already waiting for Mo Que to catch the wind, asked with a frown when he saw that he was gone for a long time.

"Let him go." Xuanyuan Mingkong didn't drink anymore, he just poured a bowl of tea and said, "He went through hardships and finally became an emperor in the flesh. In his heart, Yao was always the person he most wanted to see this scene. "

Even after being separated for many days, Xuanyuan Ming still knew Mo Que very well.

No one can understand better than him, how much hope Mo Que hopes, Yao Lao can see with his own eyes the day he becomes an emperor in the flesh.

It was not until sunset that Mo Que walked out of the spiritual hall and sat down to drink with these former friends and acquaintances.

"Senior, I respect you!" He poured Tian Xiuhong a glass of wine, but Tian Xiuhong refused.

You must know that Tian Xiuhong regarded wine as his life, but now he refuses to toast.

"Senior said that alcohol makes his mind dizzy. He has stopped drinking it for a few years, so I can't drink it either. He said that it will arouse his alcohol addiction!" Xuanyuan Mingkong whispered.

Mo Que was stunned for a moment, he naturally knew that Tian Xiuhong was for the Martial Palace, and he didn't dare to let himself be confused, and even quit drinking.

Several people used tea instead of wine, although they couldn't drink it, but this seat had a different taste.