The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The place where Qin Mo is now is a large hall. There are four huge stone pillars carved with the complex dragon pattern around the main hall. These four pillars support the entire hall, while the center of the hall is strangely placed with three futons.

The appearance of the futon is extremely ordinary, as if it were woven with mortal weeds, but the peculiarity is that there is a huge yellowish beam around these futons, covering them.

In addition to Kong Tong, there are many other monks, even in which Qin Mo also saw the disciples of Qingmen for several months. These monks may stand or sit and be scattered throughout the hall. Seeing that Qin Mo and Lin Zikai suddenly appeared here, their expressions have changed a little.

Qin Mo's eyes swept over the crowd, and the faces of other people except the disciples of Yueqingmen showed more or less disappointment, and there was some doubt in the heart, but the face was still quiet.

Kong Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the slightly disappointing Qin Mo and Lin Zikai. The mouth was slightly hooked and said: "Qin Moxiong, do you want to carry out the futon inheritance here?"

"Futuan inheritance?" Qin Mo's thin lips stunned slightly, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Seeing the expression of Qin Mo, Kong Xing’s dawn flashed, opened the folding fan in his hand, and fanned the fan slightly, saying: “The futon inheritance is the most mysterious existence in the secret of Huang Tian.”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but pointed out that the few inconspicuous futons in the middle of the hall went on to say: "That is the inheritance of the futon. Now the inheritance has not yet begun. When the yellow light disappears, just sit. Above, you can accept the inheritance. The so-called inheritance not only makes the monk's cultivation a permanent improvement, but more preciously, this futon will choose the best method for him according to each person's spiritual roots and qualifications. but……"

Kong’s gaze turned slightly, and Twilight swept away on the crowd: “This futon only accepts monks under the age of 100, that is to say...” Confucius closed his hand with a bang. The folding fan looked at Qin Mo with a gaze, and then said: "Only a true genius can sit on this futon."

Seeing the slight wrinkle of Qin Mo’s brow, Kong’s heart was moved, and he knew the thoughts in Qin Mo’s heart. He couldn’t help but laugh and said, “I won’t lie to you. These are all recorded on the stone in front of the door. content!"

After listening to his words, Qin Mo couldn't help but understand the reason why everyone in the room was not good. There were only three futons here, but there were many monks under the age of 100. The arrival of the two of them clearly brought a lot of people present. pressure.

Qin ink's face remained unchanged. He nodded to Kong Tong and said "thank you". He understood that this hole was made by good intentions to inform him of this, and he was grateful.

Then I glanced at a few people who had been following Kong Kong. Qin Mo’s brows could not be slightly wrinkled. With Lin Zikai, he walked toward the side of the Yueqing disciple.

Looking at the back of Qin Mo, Kong Tong’s action of holding a folding fan could not help but a slight sigh of relief. Some dissatisfied said: “It’s ruthless and unjust! Throw it when you run out!”

Ignoring the eyes of the people around, Qin Mo went straight to the disciples of Yueqingmen. Seeing that these disciples were a little embarrassed, Qin Mo’s heart could not help but have some speculations. They had been experiencing some difficulties before.

When the fingertips moved slightly, a few bottles of polylings appeared on his hands, ignoring the eyes of those disciples who were excited to worship. Qin Mo put the Ling Dan in their hands and then sat down on the ground and began to adjust his interest. The expression was still indifferent, and only the corner of the mouth raised slightly.

Lin Ziwei glanced around and did not adjust his interest like Qin Mo. Instead, he stood straight in front of Qin Mo and blocked the unclear eyes around him.

Not far from them, standing a group of beautiful women, the white women headed by them are even more outstanding. When her eyes looked at Qin Mo, the brow could not be picked up slightly. This Qin Mo even came here, and with a hole in the unclear power, this futon battle would be extremely fierce.

Thinking of this, she took a piece of jade slip from the Qiankun bag and put her own spiritual power into it. There was a slight flash of light on the jade slip, and then there was no reaction anymore.

Seeing this situation, the woman's brow wrinkles more tightly. What happened to the deacon and the deacon, and they lost contact with them since they entered the secret. There was a slight dissatisfaction in his eyes. This time he will go back to the head of the matter, and the man is unreliable.

I don't know how long it took, the whole hall suddenly slammed and felt the strangeness at the moment. Qin Mo immediately opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

The pale yellow rays around the three futons have disappeared. The most peculiar thing is that the original unpretentious futon seems to have a little golden light, which seems to be somewhat mysterious.

The eyes of everyone in the scene lit up at this moment, and the eyes could not help but become red. But then they looked at the people around them with vigilance and did not take immediate action, because they knew that the people who went forward at this moment must become the target of everyone.

The entire hall was silent for a moment.

Qin Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and looked at Lin Zikai on the side. He saw that he nodded to himself and slowly stood up from the ground.

The whole hall was silent, and Qin Mo’s movement became the focus of everyone.

Even with so many people watching, Qin Mo’s footsteps are still not in a hurry and go in the direction of the futon.

Just the moment he was about to approach the futon, someone finally couldn’t hold back. He suddenly smashed out a figure in the oblique direction, blocking the footsteps of Qin Mo’s advancement, and seeing the cold face of Qin Mo, his voice could not help but shake. Shaking, but still stubbornly said: "Qin ... Qin Mo, even if you are the master of the moon, you can not directly occupy this futon!"

Seeing someone blocking the Qin Mo, many people in the crowd couldn’t help but look red, and they came to Qin Mo’s face and shouted: “Yes! This brother is right, there is no moon in here. What do you occupy the futon!"

Listening to them, the disciples of Qingmen quickly came to Qin Mo’s side in the past few months. They looked at them with contempt for the first one, and snorted and said: “Leverage our masters are geniuses!”

Seeing this situation, the hole in the side of the hole slightly blinked, stopped a few people behind the scenes, the tone is a bit cold: "a group of refining period of the jump clown!"

On the side of the white woman's footsteps moved slightly, but then looked at Qin ink's indifferent face, biting his teeth, and finally stopped the action, told the person behind him: "Look again!"

Qin Mo’s eyes turned slightly, sweeping across the crowd, and his tone was indifferent: “What do you want?”

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