Urban Invincibility 9 Years

Regarding Tang Dezhong's arrangement, Lin Fan had already learned about it through his divine sense.

However, his making such a fuss was fulfilling Lin Fan's wish.

After all, Yaowanggu itself was to blame for making the medicine man.

If they still choose to start a full-scale war with the official law enforcement agency headed by the Internal Guard at this time.

Then Lin Fan didn't mind erasing this so-called holy land of martial arts from the world with his own hands.

And at the same time when the Tang Sect in Central Shu, headed by Tang Dezhong, and the three groups in the Neiwei Mansion were constantly dispatching troops around the land of Tianhai, on the border of Qingzhou, in a deep valley shrouded in smoke all the year round and inaccessible to people, the same The scene is also being staged.

Yaowang Valley, one of the five holy places in the world, has a glorious history of hundreds, even thousands of years.

But it is such a place that has been passed down for thousands of years, but it is not as simple as the outside world imagines.

Although there are no high-rise buildings in the Valley of the Medicine King, there are manors with beautiful scenery hovering in it.

Of course, there are also countless cattle and sheep in this valley, and thousands of medicinal fields.

All kinds of pedestrians coming and going are also wearing modern clothes, and there are even many luxury cars parked at the gates of those manors, just like a small society that does not contact the outside world.

However, behind the prosperity, stability and stability in the Yaowang Valley, there was a sound of hysterical barking from the valley owner's mansion in the center of the valley.

"It's unreasonable, it's simply unreasonable."

"Not to mention the person who beat me in Yaowanggu, but also to arrest him in Kyoto and punish him. What on earth are these hawks and dogs in the Neiwei Mansion planning to do?"

"Are they going to start a direct war with my Holy Land of Medicine King Valley?"

Here, the middle-aged man standing in his flower hall with trembling face and roaring could not be someone else, but the current owner of Medicine King Valley, that is, Mo Junlin's father, Mo Zhanshan.

This person has been working hard since he took over as the owner of the Valley of the Medicine King 20 years ago, hoping to carry forward the foundation of the Valley of the Medicine King and make it the first of the five holy places in the world.

It has to be said that under the leadership of Mo Zhanshan these years, Yaowanggu's strength has indeed been greatly restored and developed.

It's a pity that this Mo Zhanshan, like his son Mo Junlin, doesn't practice Taoism and only seeks shortcuts.

Otherwise, the art of medicine man, which was originally used to heal the sick, save the sick, and express grief, would not have turned into such a killing monster in the hands of his father and son.

"The owner of the valley calm down."

"As far as I can see, we can't just listen to Tang Dezhong's one-sided opinion on the whole story of this matter."

"Right now, although Lao Geng's arrest is a foregone conclusion, we still have to contact Master Shaogu as soon as possible so that he can provide us with more accurate information."

"After all, it is not a child's play to start a war with the Neiwei Mansion, so we have to be cautious."

Beside Mo Zhanshan, a young man who seemed to be in his early thirties spoke quickly, interrupting the momentum of Mo Zhanshan's fury and stabilizing Mo Zhanshan's mood.

The young man who can appear in Guzhu's mansion and accompany Mo Zhanshan all the time is named Mo Junwei.

Although he is not Mo Zhanshan's biological son, it can be seen from his name that he is of the same generation as Mo Junlin.

In the entire Yaowang Valley, this Mo Junwei was also Mo Zhanshan's well-deserved confidant at the time, and belonged to the faction that was close to the Valley Lord.

Hearing his elder nephew's cautious remarks, Mo Zhanshan didn't return, just snorted coldly.

"Hmph, if I can get in touch with that little bastard, do I still need to complain here?"

"Mo Junlin is a little bastard, he can't handle any of the business tasks that he was entrusted to him. Playing with women is a trick every day."

"This time it's even more out of the ordinary, and ran out with the treasure of the valley, the Yaowang Furnace, from my Medicine King Valley."

"Fortunately, I have been suppressing this matter all the time. If those old things in the elders find out, how much trouble will it cause?"

"It's just such an annoying waste cake. If it weren't for the fact that he is my only son, I would have chopped him up with my own hands."

It has to be said that Mo Zhanshan, the owner of the Medicine King Valley, is also cruel. Seeing that there is nowhere to vent his anger, he took out his precious son and scolded him severely.

Of course, he was doing this overtly and secretly to show Mo Junwei in front of him, and at the same time test Mo Junwei's current reaction.

After all, in this Valley of the Medicine King, everyone's relationships and influences are intertwined.

On a larger scale, the Yaowang Valley is divided into the valley master line and the elder group line.

In order to control the right to speak in the sect, the two sides often fought red-faced and could not fight.

On a smaller scale, the Mo Zhanshan vein is divided into three branches: Mo Junlin, Mo Junwei and Mo Junyao.

These three belonged to the Mo family's family, but only Mo Junlin was Mo Zhanshan's biological son, and the other two were Mo Zhanshan's closest nephews.

Although in terms of blood relationship, Mo Junlin is the unshakable direct heir of Medicine King Valley.

But this Yaowang Valley is not the valley owner's monopoly, and there is also a group of elders who are eyeing it.

Based on the principle of the elders to select the best and the right to check and balance the valley owners of the past generations, Mo Junwei and Mo Junyao are also listed as candidates for the next valley owner.

So the brothers of this younger generation often fight openly and secretly, wishing that the other party would make a fool of themselves in public!

And at this moment, the reason why Mo Zhanshan wants to accuse his own son of all kinds of faults in front of Mo Junwei, and even expose the heinous crime of stealing the Yaowang stove, is also because of deep intentions.

After all, in front of Mo Junwei, on the one hand, Mo Zhanshan really had such a sullen feeling of hating iron but not steel, and on the other hand, he was also testing Mo Junwei's reaction.

What's more, the current Mo Zhanshan still has the idea of ​​deliberately revealing the rumors, to see if Mo Junwei will be obedient, and then turn around with this terrible news and go to the elders to make a small report.

But this Mo Junwei is not stupid, after all, he has been with Mo Zhanshan for so many years, and he knows his uncle's temperament very well.

So facing the trap left by Mo Zhanshan, he didn't fall for it at all, and just smiled lightly.

"Master Gu, don't be too annoyed."

"Master Shaogu is young and flirtatious after all, and it's not a big deal to have some girls around her."

"Furthermore, the master of Shaogu is talented and talented, and his cultivation base is a top-notch existence in the valley. Even if he discovers his innate talent in the future, it is not impossible to prove his immortality forever."

It has to be said that Mo Junwei's ability of observing words and demeanor and making people happy is really perfect.

Hearing what he said, most of the anger in Mo Zhanshan's heart dissipated at once, and even that gloomy face couldn't help showing an imperceptible smile.

But at the moment when the two foxes, one big and one small, had their own ghosts and plans, there was a deafening sound of angry reprimand from outside the door.

"Mo Zhanshan, you little bastard, hurry up and get out of this old man, if you are one step late, this old man will tear down your mansion."

Hearing this powerful and terrifying roar, Mo Zhanshan and Mo Junwei in the flower hall were stunned at the same time.

"This old thing, when did you leave the customs?"