Chapter 559

Mo Zhaojing was angry, but he didn't dare to fight Nie Tian. He must consider the serious consequences.

"Don't let people go?" Nie Tian stared at Mo Zhaojing. The cold light flickered in his eyes and said coldly: "if you don't let people go, I'll rob them."

"Rob?" Mo Zhaojing seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world. He pulled at the corners of his mouth and said, "can you rob in front of our master?"

"If you rob, you should rob. If you don't rob, you should rob." Nie Tian took a step and said in a loud voice: "Master of Mohism, as I am now, if you accidentally kill me, you know the consequences. Mo Ruxi inspires Feng Ming for nine days to inherit the soul of the Phoenix, which she deserves. If you think letting her go will damage the face of Mohism, you can make a condition. What do you think can make up for the soul of the Phoenix, just say it directly, and I will answer You should. "

Nie Tian said in an orderly and humble way. He believed that Mo Zhaojing was a smart man and would not make stupid choices.

Hearing Nie Tian's proposal, Mo Zhaojing calmed down and fell into thinking.

He thought it was the ink rain that caused Fengming for nine days, but he didn't expect it to be ink like Xi. In his eyes, the soul of Phoenix is something of Mohism, and can only be inherited by the direct children of Mohism.

Although Mo Ruxi is an MO family, after all, she is not a direct line, but a remote branch.

Since Mo Ruxi returned to Mohism, he has never cared about the latter, but he is a dispensable person.

But it was this dispensable person who got the inheritance of the soul of the Phoenix, which made him unacceptable.

Even at a certain moment, Mo Zhaojing had a crazy idea in his heart. He wanted to remove the soul of the Phoenix from Mo Ruxi's body and melt it into Mo Yu's body.

This practice is very dangerous. Mo Ruxi will die if she loses the soul of the Phoenix, and the probability that Mo Yu can integrate the soul of the Phoenix is also very low.

However, Mo Zhaojing doesn't care about the life and death of Mo Ruxi. He only cares about the soul of the Phoenix.

Of course, Nie Tian can think of what he can think of. Nie Tian just saw that the Mohist father and son were obsessed with the soul of the Phoenix and worried that their swords would go to extremes, so he must take Mo Ruxi away.

Mo Ruxi, who has the soul of the Phoenix, stays in Mohism like a lamb among wolves. Nie Tian can't rest assured.

"Elder Nie Tian, you have a big voice." Mo Zhaojing's eyes were sharp, smiled and said, "if our master wants Tianjie martial arts formula or Jiujie imperial weapon, can you take it out?"

Mo Zhaojing sees Nie Tian's determination, but he can't let the other party swagger away Mo Ruxi, so he must speak hard to the lion.

"Tianjie martial rhyme? Jiujie imperial weapon?" before Nie Tian spoke, old ye on one side couldn't help mocking and sneered, "Mo Zhaojing, are you crazy? Don't say Nie Tian can't take out these two things, even if you are a Mohist, you may not be able to take them out."

It's OK to say that all the four aristocratic families have Tianjie low-level martial arts, but I'm afraid I can't find one in the whole 3000 small world.

Mo Zhaojing is clearly playing a rogue by offering such conditions!

"Ye Lingyun?" Mo Zhaojing looked at the suddenly appeared face and couldn't help but be stunned. He even smiled and said, "did the proud and crazy Dao in those years become a member of the alchemy guild now?"

He felt Ye Lao's strength and raised an undisguised mockery at the corners of his mouth.

Old Ye smiled lightly and said, "I'm just a friend of Mr. Nie, not a member of the alchemy guild."

"Master of Mohism, as long as I take out the Tianjie martial arts formula and the ninth emperor's weapon, Mo Ruxi and her people have nothing to do with Mohism, right?" Nie Tian opened his mouth at this time, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

For others, Tianjie martial arts formula and Jiujie imperial weapons are impossible, but for Nie Tian, they are just one sentence. Because he has both of them.

"Hmm?" Mo Zhaojing saw Nie Tian's face was calm, but he immediately sneered and said, "elder Nie Tian, since you say so, the master's condition is a Tianjie martial arts formula and a nine rank imperial instrument. As long as you can take it out, Mo Ruxi can take it away."

"Is the master of Mohism kidding?" everyone trembled and exclaimed when they heard that Mo Zhaojing really offered such conditions.

Meng fanchen and others could not help but tremble. Mo Zhaojing was so shameless that it was impossible to complete the condition.

Even if Nie Tian is an elder in red of the alchemy guild, he can't have the martial arts formula of heaven and the ninth order imperial weapon.

"OK! Let's make a deal!" just when everyone was surprised at Mo Zhaojing's shamelessness, Nie Tian smiled calmly and agreed.

"It's a deal?" Mo Zhaojing suddenly frozen with a cold smile, looked at Nie Tian strangely, and seriously suspected that the latter's head had been kicked by a donkey.

Nie Tian's faint words sounded in everyone's ears, but they were like flat thunder. Everyone was shocked to be scorched outside and tender inside, stunned to the extreme.

There was only one person with a dull reaction and a smile on his lips, which was ancient. He saw Nie Tian throw two volumes of Tianjie martial arts formula to Ding Yifan like throwing cabbage with his own eyes. Therefore, it's not surprising that Nie Tian could take out nine imperial weapons.

"Zhao Tongling!" did not care about the reaction of the people, and Nie Tian suddenly shouted.

But his cold voice fell, but he didn't respond for a long time.

"Zhao Kuo, the seventh commander of danwu hall!" Nie Tian looked back at Zhao Kuo, who was not far away, and had to shout again.

"Yes!" Zhao Kuo reacted at this time. His figure moved and came directly to Nie Tian.

At this time, his mood was like a dream. Nie Tian changed from a sinner of the alchemy guild to an elder in red for no reason. Just now, he directly agreed to Mo Zhaojing's request. This matter was shocking.

"Zhao Tongling, please go to the first branch of the alchemy guild, find my disciple Zhang Yifeng, and then bring a man named Jin Dabao." Nie Tian said to Zhao Kuo.

"Zhang Yifeng?" the people around him were stunned when they heard Nie Tian's words.

This name is well-known in Xumi lingdu recently. It is a recently rising alchemist genius.

Who would have thought that such a person should be Nie Tian's disciple!

"Yes!" Zhao Kuo nodded respectfully and said, "my subordinates are going now!"

Nie Tian is an elder in red at this time. There is nothing wrong with Zhao Kuo claiming to be his subordinate.

Mo Zhaojing stared at Nie Tian with sharp eyes. He didn't know what the latter was doing.

Meng fanchen, ye Lao and others also looked at Nie Tian suspiciously. They didn't believe he could take out the ninth emperor's weapon.

Zhao Kuo walked quickly and came back quickly. In just a few minutes, he brought Zhang Yifeng and Jin Dabao.

"Teacher." Zhang Yifeng came to Nie Tian and bowed down and shouted, very respectful.

Meng fanchen's eyes were tight. He knew Zhang Yifeng. He was a twenty-one-year-old fourth-order alchemist. He was amazed at the talent of Dan Dao. He even had the idea of accepting the latter as a disciple, but unexpectedly, he was Nie Tian's disciple.

"Boss, what battle is this?" Jin Dabao's fat body came over and stood in the air with the Qi of Zhenyuan put on him by Zhao Kuo. He saw the formation around him and gulped his saliva.