"What are you thinking about?" Hua Xuan asked.

Long Mobai smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm thinking about how to make the Weapon Refining Sect look bad tomorrow."

Hua Xuan said in shock: "You guys are still brave. The sect that has been around for thousands of years is the only one who dares to slap their faces."

Long Mobai smiled and said nothing. He didn't like any of these sects. If he regained his strength now, it would only take a few seconds to destroy them.

Now we need to develop in a low-key manner, first let the Mo Sect become a giant in Youzhou Royal City, and then let the Ghost Machine Sect appear out of thin air.

What does a weapon refining sect mean? His sky-thundering bombs have not been used yet.

And now the disciples of the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce are searching for Long Mobai in the outer city in large numbers.

It’s a bit sad that a female disciple of the Alchemy Merchant Guild was stripped of her clothes and paraded in the street.

At this time, a young man from outside the mansion brought his injured father to the door of Momen Mansion. With the help of the coachman, the middle-aged man who was lying on the bed frame was carried to the door.

Then, the young man saw that the weapons shop was closed and the house door was also tightly closed, so he had to sit at the door and wait.

I was thinking that the young master was lying to me!

The young man said to the middle-aged man again: "Father, please be patient. That young man will not lie to me."

"It's your father who is dragging you down, so you shouldn't go picking red fruits."

"Father, don't blame yourself. You went there for the sake of your children."

The middle-aged man had tears in his eyes and felt guilty. He was just an ordinary person. He was the kind of person Long Mobai said, placing his hope on the next generation.

Once he gets older and has no hope of awakening his bloodline, he can only become an ordinary person. After working hard for a few years in the outer city, he still has a house, but he can only make a living by digging herbs.

The joints of the middle-aged man's legs have become swollen and black. If not treated, according to the earth's wisdom, amputation is necessary to save his life.

When the young man saw the middle-aged man's dying look, he quickly took out the spiritual grass and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth.

A few minutes later, the young man knocked on the door in a hurry. At this time, the disciples of the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce found this young man.

"Boy, so you are here, giving us a good meal." The male disciple of the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce's eyes flashed with malice.

The young man recognized the clothes of the people in front of him and immediately took a few steps back, panicking: "What do you want to do!"

"What do you want to do?" The man sneered: "Where are the people who injured the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce? Could they be one of your group?"

"I don't know..." The young man's face was pale and his head was shaking like a rattle.

"Really? Then I'll take you back and torture you slowly." The man reached out wildly to grab the boy, but a black shadow flashed past and kicked him away.

The person who came was none other than Long Mobai's No. 3, dressed entirely in black and wearing a ghost mask.

At this time, the door of the mansion opened, and Long Mobai walked out slowly as an adult. He also knew the situation outside the mansion through nano bugs.

"Sir!" The young man sat on the ground, his body trembling, and he slowly raised his head.

Long Mobai smiled and said, "Sorry, I have something to do today and I'm closed."

The man said angrily: "I am a disciple of the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce, how dare you take action!"

Long Mobai said with a straight face: "What's wrong with beating you? Your alchemy merchants will bully others. Sooner or later, I will clear you out of the royal city."

The man laughed frivolously and said: "Haha, you are so brazen. Are you just a Mo sect? I didn't know that the Alchemy Sect is behind the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce."

"No. 3, have their hands and feet crippled and hang them on the tree."

Long Mobai gave an order, and No. 3 appeared in front of the man like a ghost, and then screamed like a slaughtering pig.

"Sir, please save my father..." The young man asked Long Mobai to kneel down and kowtow.

Long Mobai grabbed him and said in a deep voice: "A man has gold under his knees. Kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, kneel to your parents. Don't kneel to others easily."

"But..."

"It's okay, don't worry, I will save your father."

Long Mobai saw a weak person being bullied, and an unknown fire burned in his heart.

After No. 3 came back, he carried the young man into the house regardless of the disciple of the Alchemy Chamber of Commerce. The young man accompanied him to a guest room and settled him down.

Long Mobai felt uncomfortable, feeling that the royal city was really a mess and needed to be reorganized.

I checked the middle-aged man's feet in the guest room and found that they were serious, caused by falling from a high place. If it were an ordinary person on earth, he would have died long ago.

I have to admit that the physical fitness of ordinary people in Yunmeng World is so strong.

"This young master, I have something to ask of you, can you please take in my son? He has been very sensible since he was a child."

Long Mobai could naturally tell that the middle-aged man was asking for help. His eyes were sunken and his lips were white. If it hadn't been for that spiritual grass, he would have died soon.

"Uncle, don't worry, you will

It's okay." Long Mobai thought for a moment and thought that Linglong Pavilion was short of manpower, so it would be better to train some people himself.

"Sir, don't lie to me...cough cough." The middle-aged man began to cough.

Long Mobai said calmly: "Uncle, if I save you, how will you repay me?"

The middle-aged man looked at the ceiling and said: "I only have one life. I am grateful that you can save me. This life belongs to you."

"Your words are enough. Don't break your oath in the future. Then I will give you a blessing."

Long Mobai took out a marrow-cleansing pill and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth. A stream of clear water flowed through his body, and blood gradually appeared on his decadent face.

The long-standing hidden illness was cured, and the impurities in his body were discharged, making him extremely relaxed.

In fact, Long Mobai thought about a problem. Ordinary people on earth could start the path of cultivation by taking the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

So will ordinary people like this in this world transform their bodies with a marrow-cleansing pill and embark on the path of cultivating immortality?

The order of the two worlds is different, and the body structures of immortal cultivators and martial cultivators are also different, just like Yan Ruoxi's body is very different from Mo Bingwidow's.

This difference made Long Mobai wonder if it was due to Yunzi's spiritual spring.

Moreover, there are too few immortal cultivators in the nine major sects. If one dies, one will be missing, while there are more and more martial cultivators.

Only Qingxuan Sect has always maintained a sect that cultivates immortality. Except for Xuanyin Sect, all other sects have martial practitioners.

After a while, blood energy surged from the middle-aged man's body, indicating that the other party had awakened his bloodline ability.

This made Long Mobai curious that even the marrow cleansing pill could not make the other party become an immortal cultivator.

However, he was not in a hurry. He suddenly had a new idea. After taking the Marrow Cleansing Pill, a person who had not yet awakened his bloodline ability would try practicing the Eight Meridians Art.

When Long Mobai opened the door, he saw the young man kneeling outside the door, which made Long Mo feel a little touched.

"Young Master, my father..." The young man hesitated, his throat choked with sobs.

Long Mobai said: "He is fine. He will wake up tomorrow. You guys will stay in the guest room for now. The Alchemy Chamber of Commerce will not dare to trouble you."

"Thank you very much, Master, for saving my life." The young man kowtowed this time.

Long Mobai gave him some low-quality animal meat before leaving. He could see that the man was sixteen or seventeen years old and malnourished.
Chapter completed!