I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

The corners of Mo Zhongtian's eyes were sore, tears welled up, and he said hastily: "Mo is also responsible for Lan's matter, Mr. Xing doesn't need to blame himself."

"As for helping the Monet dynasty to overcome the current difficulties..."

Speaking of this, Mo Zhongtian showed a wry smile, shook his head and said:

"Mr. Xing, it's not that Mo refused to give you this opportunity. It's just that Mr. Xing must know the current situation of the Monet dynasty."

"The civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty are now under the control of the Pingjiang Dynasty."

"To tell you the truth that I'm not afraid of Mr. Xing's jokes, Mo's decree can only be used in this imperial study for Cao Banban alone."

"Except for the imperial study room, even the maids and eunuchs outside may not be able to control them."

As a human being, I have fallen into this situation.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Zhongtian experienced that dangerous situation twenty years ago, his ability to endure had been tempered.

Otherwise, I am afraid that some extreme things have already been done.

After Mo Zhongtian finished speaking, seeing Xing Feng kept silent, he thought that Xing Feng did not understand the seriousness of the problem.

Then he continued: "Mr. Xing, there are some things that Mo Mou will say directly."

"If Mr. Xing is still a great power in the Heavenly God Realm back then, the current situation of the Monet Dynasty will naturally be solved by swinging a sword."

"But right now, Mr. Xing's real martial arts strength is really a drop in the bucket for the Monet dynasty."

Hearing Mo Zhongtian speak so bluntly, he almost pointed at his nose and said "You can't do it".

Xing Feng didn't show any displeasure on his face. Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "With Xing's current strength alone, it is true that he cannot give much help to the Monet Dynasty."

"So, Xing has already persuaded the son and brother to take action.

As Xing Feng said, he turned his side to show Young Master Liang to Mo Zhongtian.

When Xing Feng wanted to draw his sword to kill himself earlier, Gong Ziliang made a timely move and stopped him.

At that time, Mo Zhongtian noticed this young man.

However, after discovering that Gong Ziliang's realm was worse than that of Xing Feng after his fall, and only at the peak of Xuanwu realm, he didn't take it too seriously.

And at this moment.

Hearing Xing Feng introduce Gong Ziliang so solemnly, he seemed to regard him as the savior of the Monet dynasty.

For a moment, Mo Zhongtian didn't know what to say.

Relying on a Xuanwu realm to save the Monet dynasty?

If it wasn't for this, it would have come from Xing Feng's mouth.

If it were someone else, Mo Zhongtian would have let Cao Tianzheng blast him out.

But immediately, Mo Zhongtian's eyes fell on Mo Shaoyun inadvertently.

But suddenly he saw that his son who refused to accept anyone in the imperial city was looking at Gong Ziliang fanatically.

Soon, Mo Zhongtian noticed that even Zhou Wu, who was in the God Realm, and Jin Zhan, who was serving Mo Shaoyun, were all looking at Young Master Liang with awe.

"Could it be that this Young Master Liang really has some extraordinary means?

A suspicion rose in Mo Zhongtian's heart.

It is conceivable that the news from the sidelines before that the Pingjiang Dynasty had completed the assembly of an army of one million tigers and tigers a few days ago, and marched towards the Monet Dynasty.

Moreover, in order to complete his meritorious service, even the Patriarch of the Sea Consciousness Realm of the Pingjiang Dynasty came out of retreat and personally stepped forward to supervise the formation.

Facing this circumstances.

What's the use of a small Xuanwu realm with powerful means?

Is it possible that he can still fight against millions of troops with the body of Xuanwu Realm, can he be able to counterattack the Sea Consciousness Realm?

Thinking of this, Mo Zhongtian planned to politely decline Xing Feng's kindness.

Suddenly, he saw that young master Liang, with a smile on his face, he nodded slightly to him.

As a dynasty monarch.

Mo Zhongtian had met many young talents before.

There are those who are romantic, there are those who rely on their talents and pride, and there are those who are wild and unruly.

But the young master Liang who was standing not far away gave him a completely different feeling from those people.

She looks young, but she seems to have a world hidden in her chest.

Especially the smile on the face, neither flattering humble nor dazzling edge.

Some are calm and composed, and the sky is not shocked.

It will give birth to people just looking at it, an incomparably stable force.

It seems that as long as this person is there, there is nothing to worry about.

"This son's magnanimity is not even inferior to that holy son of the Canglan Sect!"

In Mo Zhongtian's heart, he put Gongzi Liang and the best saint son of the Canglan Sect he had ever seen together.

It was found that for a while, it was impossible to compare the outcome.

Immediately, Mo Zhongtian realized that there was a huge gap in status between this young master Liang and that holy son of the Canglan Sect.

Suddenly, he realized:

It seems that there are two people, between brothers.

But in fact, superiority has been judged.

"If this son is given enough time and resources, I am afraid that his future achievements will not be inferior to the Son of Canglan!"

next moment.

In Mo Zhongtian's mind, a thought suddenly popped up, which startled him instantly.

The holy son of the Canglan Sect is a genius who has already transformed into a form of consciousness in his weak crown.

In order to train him, Canglan Sect spared no effort to send letters to the major dynasties in advance.

Willing to spend a lot of resources in exchange for the open inheritance of martial arts and martial arts by the major dynasties for the Son of Canglan to observe.

Apparently, the Canglan Sect intends to let that holy son, with the strengths of hundreds of schools, blaze a trail beyond his predecessors.

Such an arrogant person, even the young supreme beings of the Bifang dynasty would feel ashamed in front of him.

And how can it be compared with Gong Ziliang, who is only in the Xuanwu realm.

Mo Zhongtian shook his head, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

However, when his eyes fell on Gong Ziliang again.

His eyes were suddenly attracted by a cluster of light emerging from the latter's hand.

Feel the water attribute aura that is so thick that it cannot be melted in the light cluster.

Mo Zhongtian suddenly exhaled in a low voice: "The artistic conception of water!"

As Mo Zhongtian who was in the realm of refining the gods, he barely touched the threshold of the artistic conception.

He knows very well how difficult it is to comprehend a complete artistic conception in the Xuanwu realm.

And with this artistic conception, even if Gong Ziliang goes to the Bifang Dynasty, he can definitely get the same or even better treatment as those young supreme beings.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhongtian's heart moved, and he wanted to recruit.

However, thinking of the predicament in front of the Monet dynasty, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Hey, if such a genius had been a few years earlier... huh? What was that?"

The sigh in Mo Zhongtian's heart was not finished yet.

Suddenly, he saw that in Gong Ziliang's open palm, except for the blue light cluster condensed by the artistic conception of water just now.

There was another group of white light clusters.

The white light ball is like a flame elf.

Jumping and writhing in the hands of Gong Ziliang, showing the agility of life.

However, when Mo Zhongtian's eyes fell on it.

Suddenly, there was an uncontrollable panic in his mind.

It seemed that the power contained in that light group was enough to burn him down.

As an existence in the Transcending Tribulation Realm, Mo Zhongtian knew very well that this was not his illusion.

And in his mind, he really felt a huge threat from that white light ball!