Douluo: Possess Eight Magic Skills

Flender shouted into the carriage:

"Friends in the car, if it's convenient, can you come down and meet."

"Boy, in terms of seniority, you should call me uncle."

A man walked down. He looked younger than the master and Flender, but when the master saw his face, his mouth was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, and he could barely say a word:

"dad."

This man is Yu Yuanzhen, and he walked up to the master:

"Little Gang."

He just read Yu Yuanzhen's letter to him not long ago, and then saw Yu Yuanzhen himself again. The master could no longer suppress his emotions. He hugged Yu Yuanzhen directly and cried like a child:

"dad-"

Yu Yuanzhen patted the master on the back and said:

"Xiaogang, for so many years, it's my father who's sorry for you. You've suffered."

Flender looked at the father and son in front of him. He was naturally surprised to see Yu Yuanzhen, the suzerain of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect, in Wuhun City, but he did not expect such a big reaction from the master. , at the moment he neither knew what to say nor what to do.

After all the emotions erupted, the master wiped his tears and said to Flender:

"Boss Fu, you go in first, I want to be alone with my father for a while."

Flender nodded and walked into the accommodation.

Yu Yuanzhen also motioned for the driver to leave, and then looked at the master:

"Xiaogang, let's talk while walking."

As soon as Flender entered the gate, Tang San noticed that the master did not come in with him, and asked:

"Dean, what about the teacher and others?"

Flender laughed twice:

"Little San, don't worry, Xiaogang met someone he hadn't seen for a long time, and he just wanted to chat with him."

Liu Erlong's eyes suddenly tightened, and he walked quickly to Flender:

"Boss Fu, who is that person!"

Flender quickly explained:

"Erlong sister, don't be nervous! It's a man, a man."

Then he leaned into Liu Erlong's ear and continued:

"It's Xiaogang's father."

"What, he's a sect..." Liu Erlong glanced at the students behind him and lowered his voice: "He is the sect master of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect, and the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect is not as big as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Peaceful."

Flender shook his head:

"Then how would I know? Or should I wait for Xiaogang to come back and ask?"

At this moment, in the discussion hall of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect, Mo Jia sat on the table, tossing the token of the Sect Master that Yu Yuanzhen gave him, and looked at the elders of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect who were lying on the ground and touching their waists or legs. :

"I already said that I have a token, and you have to give me time to take it out. Is it cool now? Don't even think about finding Yu Yuanzhen to file a grievance for you that doesn't exist, and he can't beat me, so, Before Yu Yuanzhen comes back, please be honest with me, do you hear me?"

As the saying goes, the longer you live, the more you are afraid of death. When Mo Jia started to do it just now, he didn't look so easy to talk. The elders hurriedly said:

"Okay! Okay! Before the Sect Master comes back, we will all listen to your arrangements and will never disobey!"

The Pope's Hall and Wuhun Hall's team were basically standing in the center of the hall, listening to Bibi Dong's instructions about what to do before the match, and the confirmation of the list of players.

"I've said everything that needs to be said, do you have any questions?" Bibi Dong

"Your Majesty," Hu Liena stood up, "don't we have to wait any longer?"

Bibi Dong sighed:

"Nana, although this elite competition is held by our Spirit Hall, we can't be blatantly special. Tonight is the day for the submission of the seed team's roster, and we can't wait any longer."

"I really can't wait any longer. It's not appropriate to wait any longer.

The door of the Pope's Palace was pushed open, and everyone turned to look at the door.

Mo Lin had straightened his face back at this moment, put on the black and white outfit again, and walked in with his head held high.

A gratified smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face,

'This brat is finally back. ’

And Hu Liena did not restrain her expression, she was overjoyed, and kept looking at Mo Lin.

When Mo Lin passed by Hu Liena, he smiled and raised an eyebrow at her. He said hello first, then stood a little in front of Hu Liena, looked at Bibi Dong and said:

"Master, the disciple is back."

"It's good to come back. If you are later, you won't be able to keep the position you asked for from me." When he spoke, Pope Bibi Dong's majesty faded a little, and his eyes softened a lot.

However, when Mo Lin looked at Bibi Dong, he found something wrong.

Since he was sent to arrest the spirit, his sensitivity to "spirit" has reached a level that ordinary people can't match. Now when he looks at Bibi Dong, he can feel that there is a spirit in Bibi Dong, and it is a "resentful spirit". .

Mo Lin is not someone with low emotional intelligence, so naturally he wouldn't say it now, keeping his expression unchanged, watching Bibi Dong finish everything, then disbanding everyone, leaving only him and Bibi Dong. personal.

Bibi Dong stood up, teleported to Mo Lin, raised her head slightly to look at Mo Lin's face:

"Looks like you're doing well and growing taller."

Bibi Dongli was so close to himself, Mo Lin felt a little nervous, touched the back of his head to ease:

"I'm only about fifteen years old, isn't it normal to have a long body!"

Looking at Mo Lin's appearance, Bibi Dong couldn't help but smile:

"I won't talk about such trivial matters. Since you sent that letter back then, it must not have been wasted for more than two years. Summon your martial spirit and show it to me."

"Okay, master, don't be too surprised."

Mo Lin summoned the Innate Qi, and five spirit rings of yellow, purple, purple, black, and black appeared.

"The Fourth Ring of Ten Thousand Years!" Because of Salas' semi-forced retirement, Bibi Dong didn't know Tang San's specific information. It was the first time she had seen the Fourth Ring of Ten Thousand Years.

At this moment, there was no one around, and Bibi Dong smiled directly:

"You sure didn't disappoint me."

"That's natural, with such good conditions, how can I be willing to waste my talent." Mo Lin

"By the way, where's your family?" Bibi Dong had a deep impression on Mo Jia, a titled Douluo with a 100,000-year spirit ring was really rare.

"They're still on the island for the time being, and they don't plan to come here." Mo Lin said without telling Bibi Dong about his revenge.

Bibi Dong nodded:

"Then you should go back to your room to rest first, you must be tired after such a long journey."

"No, master," Mo Lin's expression became serious. "Maybe it would be a little strange for me to say that, but you do have some unclean things on your body."

Bibi Dong frowned, but softened immediately:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you were the first to discover it."