"That's right!"

"We are going to Jincheng soon, so this Yuancheng naturally needs someone to take care of!"

Mo Wentian nodded, and said with a flash of light in his eyes.

"But, boss, Niu Bo's cultivation is not as good as the late stage of the Heavenly King. His management of Hancheng caused dissatisfaction among many people!"

"Yuancheng is the 80th city among the Tianniu tribe. Yuancheng's strength is much stronger than Hancheng. Can he manage Yuancheng if you ask Niu Bo to manage Yuancheng?"

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Don't worry, Niu Bo's strength is enough to take care of this Yuancheng!"

Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and a bright light rose in his eyes, full of indifferent words.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Boss, when will we go to Jincheng?"

At this moment, Huantian's figure flashed, and a furry ball fell on Mo Wentian's shoulders.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he seemed to be looking forward to it.

"I'm definitely going to Jincheng, as for when..."

"When Niu Bo comes, we will leave!"

Listening to Huantian's words, a glimmer flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes and said a low voice.

"Boss, I wonder how many more magical artifacts and elixirs in Yuancheng are than Hancheng and Licheng?"

At this moment, the little dragon seemed to remember something, and a bright light rose in his eyes.

“Want to know?”

Mo Wentian raised his lips slightly, and a wicked smile spread out, and he said without answering the question.

"Boss, in addition to inquiring about the information about the Shenlong Tongtian Map, isn't we just for the divine artifacts and elixirs in this Yuancheng?"

"Since I'm here, of course I want to go and have a look!"

A look of expectation rose on Xiao Jiao's face.

"Then let's go!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian took a step forward and walked directly towards the city lord's mansion opposite Luojing Inn.

Looking at the extremely proud figure, countless warriors in front of Luo Jing's inn, their eyes were full of shock.

"What does this kid want to do when he goes to the City Lord's Mansion?"

"He killed our city lord. Could it be that he wants to be our new city lord?"

"This kid's strength is really terrible. With his strength, we will do ours.

Of course, there is no problem with the city lord, but he doesn’t look like our Tianniu clan!”

"Yes, he is not even from the Tianniu tribe. Why should he be the lord of my Tianniu tribe's origin city?"

"Follow up and take a look. You must not let this kid be the lord of our Yuancheng!"

...

One by one, talking without any hesitation, rushed towards the city lord's mansion.

At this moment, as Mo Wentian and others entered the city lord's mansion, countless disciples of Yuancheng avoided them from afar.

"Boss, these people seem to be scared by you!"

Looking at this scene, Xiao Jiao said slightly.

"The deterrence that should be had is necessary!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and there was no fluctuation in Mo Wentian's eyes.

Immediately, Mo Wentian walked towards the depths of the city lord's mansion more and more.

It’s true that Yuancheng ranks 80th. Compared with the original Hancheng and Licheng, it is not just the strength of the disciples. Even the luxury of the city lord’s mansion is not comparable to Hancheng and Licheng.

Especially in the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, the spiritual energy is extremely rich.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian took Xiao Jiao and Huantian around the entire city lord's mansion in Yuancheng, but he had not yet discovered the treasure house of Yuancheng.

"This treasure house of Yuancheng is so hidden that even this emperor does not notice at all!"

He was talking to himself, and a cold and cold light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boss, find someone to ask!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao seemed to remember something, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Um!"

Mo Wentian nodded and nodded.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared next to a disciple dozens of feet away.

"Speak of this treasure house of Yuancheng, where is it?"

Mo Wentian reached out and lifted the disciple of Yuancheng. Looking at the disciple of Yuancheng, his eyes were filled with cold eyes and shouted sternly.

"The location of the treasure house? This kid must know the location of the treasure house. What is he trying to do?"

"Does he really want to control our Yuancheng in his hands?"

"We must not tell him the location of this treasure house. However, the cultivation resources of our Yuancheng for thousands of years are stored in the treasure house!"

...

Listening to the word "Treasure House", everyone came to their senses instantly.

At this moment, they looked at Mo Wentian, and the anger in their eyes was boundless.

But even though they were angry, their bodies did not move at all, and the breath on their bodies was not fluctuating at all.

Mo Wentian is terrible. They have seen that the strong men at the peak of the city lord He Yuan are not Mo Wentian's opponents. These warriors in the middle and late stages of the Heavenly King will not be Mo Wentian's opponents.

Those cultivation resources are important, but how can they survive the life?

They still know how to fight with such a calculation. They are very angry when they say it, but in fact they don’t even dare to come forward.

They were really afraid of Mo Wentian!

"I……"

"I……"

...

The disciple of Yuancheng was shaking when Mo Wentian lifted it like this.

He stammered for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

"Wow..."

The next moment, a rustling sound rang out, followed by a strong fishy smell.

"Useless things are a waste of resources even if you live!"

A fishy smell came in an instant. Mo Wentian glanced at the cold eyes and saw that the disciple of Yuancheng who was being lifted by him had already wet under his crotch.

A disgusting look flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and then another hand punched and directly blasted towards the chest of the disciple of Yuancheng.

"Bang……"

After a few breaths, a violent explosion came.

Mo Wentian's fist directly passed through the chest of the disciple of Yuancheng. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, and there was still heat in the gap between his fingers.

"Die, He Ming is dead. Just because He Ming did not answer this kid's question, he killed He Ming!"

"What a miserable He Ming, he finally had no time to scream!"

"This kid is really terrible!"

"The city lord is dead, senior brother He Qi is dead, and He Wu is also dead. Who else will be the opponent of this kid in our Yuancheng?"

"Are our Yuancheng really going to become this kid's fish?"

...

A strong smell of blood came, and countless disciples of Yuancheng came back to their senses from the shock.

Looking at the proud figure in the void, their bodies couldn't help but tremble.
Chapter completed!