At this time, Wan Shenghou said "Huh" beside him, as if he had already recognized the other party's identity. His lips immediately moved slightly and he said in a voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Wuji, this person is the king of Korea. He has been ascended to the throne for more than 60 years, and his cultivation has reached the Great Perfect Realm of the Golden Pill."

At this moment, he pondered for a moment and continued, "It's just that this person ascended the throne of Korea. There are no concubines and female cultivators in the huge harem. There are some rumors in the outside world that the Korean public has Long Yang's preferences. He wants to make friends with you this time, but he is afraid that there is another purpose."

As soon as Wan Shenghou finished speaking, a strange smile passed through his eyes. He couldn't help but look at Mo Wentian up and down, but he saw that he was strong and majestic, with his eyebrows and eyes as stars, and his figure was as deep as a stunning and stunning as a stunning figure. He had a unique charm that ordinary Jindan monks could rarely have. No wonder the Korean king was attracted, which was not unreasonable.

But when Mo Wentian heard the voice transmission from Wan Shenghou, he looked over carefully. Sure enough, he saw Han Yunqi's gaze radiant, as if he had ulterior motives for him. He immediately felt chills in his heart and had goose bumps all over his body.

This Korean man has a handsome face and a free and easy temperament, giving people a sense of toughness and handsomeness, but he didn't expect that this person would be as good as Long Yang.

It turns out that people should not behave like a person. Mo Wentian naturally would not doubt what Wan Shenghou said. He immediately took a few steps back, distanced himself from the Korean king, and said with a cold face: "Han Gong, I have never known you, and I am unwilling to make friends with you. I am grateful for my kindness. Why not give up. You should ask me back!"

Mo Wentian didn't want to get too close to this person, so as not to spread it and cause his reputation to be damaged. He immediately issued an order to expel guests and turn the king of a country off. He was the first person.

Han Yunqi seemed to have never heard of it, and let out a chuckle. He walked forward and took two steps, and his gaze containing tenderness swept away, falling on Mo Wentian and constantly looking at him, as if he was of different interest.

"Korean Gong, is there anything else?"

Mo Wentian frowned and looked a little unhappy. The King of Qin was really a dragon and tiger den. As soon as he drove away the Eight Prince who was drooling at Yu'er, he attracted the handsome Korean king. He really thought that the monks of Zheng were unable to be muddled and could be bullied at will.

Han Yunqi was still smiling, not seemingly angry at all. Instead, the three subordinates behind him couldn't help but Mo Wentian's indifference, and immediately stepped forward together and scolded him sternly.

"You are impatient to live if you speak so boldly to your country's monarch."

These three people obviously accompanied the Han Dynasty to the King of Qin City. Since they stepped into the hall gate, they have been a little disgusted with Mo Wentian. The king came to condescend to make friends with him, but he actually said coldly again and again. The so-called monarch was humiliated and died of his ministers. As a minister of Han, he naturally could not bear it.

"The head of a sect is just so ungrateful. The king came to the door to make friends with him personally, and he looked down on you. He was so arrogant. Do you really think that if the Eight Prince is shocked, he will be invincible in the world?"

Among the three people, a monk who was a deer-headed rat suddenly jumped out. He was as short as a rat, and his voice was sharp and sharp. When he looked over at the first glance, it was difficult to have a good impression of this person.

Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows and his face immediately showed coldness. He had already been angry, but the Korean king kept greeting him with a smile. It was impossible for him to act for no reason without slapping a smile on his face. But what is the identity of this monk in the deer-headed rat? He was also aggressive towards himself, which was really too much.

"In this world, countless people are better than me, but it will definitely not be you!"

Mo Wentian sneered in front of him, but saw no movement. His aura was like a wave, stirring out in waves, and immediately shocked Han Yunqi and others to take two steps back.

"Bold, the head of a sect dares to be disrespectful to the emperor. I will forgive you today!"

On the left and right sides of the Korean king, the two middle-aged monks in fine clothes angrily rebuked each other, waiting to rush forward to take action together. It was not that they wanted to bully the few, but that they were in the same mind at this time and wanted to teach Mo Wentian a lesson, but they just took action at the same time.

"Two, let me come!"

Unexpectedly, the short monk who was a deer-headed rat-headed monk took the lead and said sternly: "Boy, you won't cry until you see the coffin. This marquis will give you a longer memory and know what it means to have heaven beyond the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, the short monk took a breath, his body swelled rapidly like a balloon, and his head deformed at the same time, really like a mouse, his eyes were red, his sharp fangs were raised high, and his whole body exuded a beast-like aura, as if he was a little lost in his mind.

"Fellow Daoist Wuji, this person is the Korean Shadow Rat Marquis, so you must not be careless."

The expression of Wansheng Hou changed slightly. He had rich experience and knowledge. Although he had never seen the other party, he had heard of it. Seeing the other party's magical powers, he immediately inferred his identity and sent a voice to remind Mo Wentian.

"This Shadow Rat Marquis was originally of average talent, but by chance when he was refining Qi, he actually obtained the demon baby of the eighth-level monster Shadow Rat. What's strange is that the demon baby was refined in his body with him. From then on, the path of cultivation was smooth and until the current great perfection of the Golden Pill."

At this moment, his expression became a little serious and continued: "This Shadow Rat Marquis relies on Shadow Rat's natural magical power to fight the enemy, and it has always been invincible. There are few times when there are any mistakes. If nothing unexpected happens, it is said that he has completely refined the demon shadow, and this person even has the opportunity to win the real king of Yuanying."

"The demon baby of the eighth-level monster shadowless rat is indeed a great opportunity!"

After hearing Wan Shenghou's explanation, even Mo Wentian couldn't help but praise this person for his good luck. The monster would condense the demon pill when he was promoted to the sixth level. The great success of the golden elixir of fellow practitioners was the same. At the seventh level, he could refine the horizontal bones and speak the words; until the eighth level monster broke the elixir and turned into a baby, a demon baby was born in his abdomen, and since then he had the magical power of transforming shapes.

The demon baby is the essence of the eighth-level monster. He was actually refined in the Shadow Rat Marquis' Qi Refining Period? This is simply unimaginable? How could he do it? Those who can be named the Marquis are indeed not simple and ordinary monks.

A eager light flashed through Mo Wentian's eyes. He had no real action when he was promoted to the Great Perfection of Golden Pill. If this Shadow Rat Marquis was so powerful, he would just take action to verify how much his strength has grown in the past five years?

At this moment, Mo Wentian immediately released his momentum and confronted the Shadow Rat Marquis in a cold confrontation. The majestic spirit exploded in the air, shaking the void slightly, and this battle was about to break out.
Chapter completed!