Chapter 237 Yu Chengwu (5th Update)

Yu Chengwu was slightly startled and a little annoyed.

But on second thought, what Mo Hua said made sense. No matter how much he disagreed with Mo Shan, he would not be so petty as to argue with Mo Hua.

And arguing with Mo Shan's son, apart from other things, at least he was one generation lower than Mo Shan in terms of mind.

"Okay, you are right, I won't argue with you."

Mo Hua then asked: "Do you have a mace?"

Yu Chengwu nodded and said: "Yes."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Can you show it to me?"

Yu Chengwu was a little reluctant, but looking at Mo Hua's curious and bright eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse. After thinking about it, he took out the mace from the storage bag and put it on the ground for Mo Hua to see.

The mace is five or six feet long, with spikes on it, made of fine iron, shaped like wolf teeth, and stained with dark blood.

These bloodstains are probably from both monsters and cultivators.

Mo Hua tried to take it, but found that he couldn't lift it at all.

He pushed with both hands, but the mace didn't move at all.

"It's so heavy." Mo Hua couldn't help saying.

Yu Chengwu's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, "It's natural."

"Is this deliberately made so heavy?" Mo Hua asked humbly.

"Not bad." Yu Chengwu nodded, "The heavier the spiritual weapon is, the more powerful it is. When it is swung, the greater the lethality will be."

"Oh. Mo Hua nodded.

Yu Chengwu suddenly asked curiously: "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to make one too."

Yu Chengwu was stunned, "What to make?"

Mo Hua pointed to the mace on the ground, "This stick."

Yu Chengwu glanced at Mo Hua, who had delicate skin, small arms and legs, and not much blood. At first glance, he was not a physical cultivator, so he couldn't help asking:

"You are not a physical cultivator, why do you make this?"

Mo Hua blinked, "I have my own way. "

Yu Chengwu could not help but frown.

Mo Shan was smart, and his son was smarter than him. He had a lot of ideas, but no one knew what he was planning.

"I'll treat you to a drink!"

When Mo Hua saw the mace, he had a plan in mind, so he thought of reciprocating and treated Yu Chengwu to a drink.

"Your injury is not serious, you can drink a little. "Mo Hua said.

Yu Chengwu hesitated, but still took the wine handed over by Mo Hua, took a sip, and frowned.

It tasted sour and sweet, and the taste was light, something for children to drink.

But in this situation, it was good to have wine, and there was nothing to pick.

Yu Chengwu sighed, took a few sips, and relieved his fatigue, but suddenly remembered that he and Mo Shan didn't get along, and he had never had a glass of wine with him until now.

But now he was invited by Mo Shan's son to drink a pot of fruit wine that only children drink.

Yu Chengwu's mood suddenly became a little complicated.

After the few people rested and their injuries stabilized, they continued on their way.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua's consciousness scanned the surroundings, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"You can walk slowly, don't worry. ”

From what his spiritual sense could see, there were already quite a few demon hunters around.

For Mo Hua, the presence of demon hunters around meant that he was on his territory. Those foreign cultivators who dared to chase him would be courting death.

Ji Qingbai didn't know why Mo Hua said that, but he inexplicably trusted Mo Hua's words and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way afterwards, he met more and more demon hunters.

When the demon hunters saw Yu Chengwu and his companions, they would come over to say hello, regardless of whether they were familiar with each other or not.

At first, Yu Chengwu didn't notice it, but gradually he felt something was wrong.

When these demon hunters came over, they would say hello to Mo Hua first, and then exchange a few words with him.

One or two would be fine, but now they have met four or five groups of demon hunters, all of them are like this.

He even felt that these demon hunters were all coming for Mo Hua, and saying hello to him was just a by-product.

Yu Chengwu frowned, "Something is wrong. ”

Mo Hua is just a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Although he has good talent, it is impossible for him to have such good popularity.

These people greeted Mo Hua because of his father Mo Shan’s face.

But Mo Shan’s face is not that big.

It is impossible that Mo Shan has successfully established his foundation...

If he succeeds in establishing his foundation, Mo Hua is the son of a foundation-building cultivator, and others will naturally give him face.

Yu Chengwu thought silently in his heart, and suddenly realized that this is not right.

His father Yu Changlin is a foundation-building cultivator, and he can be regarded as the son of a foundation-building cultivator, and others have not given him such a big face.

Yu Chengwu was a little puzzled, but there was something more puzzled for him, that is, the iron armor.

The several waves of demon hunters passing by, not everyone has it, but at least most of them are wearing iron armor.

This is iron armor! They Where did you get it from?

Yu Chengwu frowned.

He was ordered by his father, Elder Yu, to go out to do something, but because of an accident, he was delayed for more than a year and came back.

Passing through Qingxuan City, he met Ji Qingbai. Because the two had some friendship, he always disliked the family that bullied others by taking advantage of their power, so he helped him and went to Tongxian City together.

This time he came back, it was more than a year since he left.

But more than a year is not a long time for a cultivator.

Why do I feel that everything is a little different now that I am back?

Ji Qingbai and Ji Li looked at these demon hunters and were secretly surprised.

This is iron armor. There are only a few demon hunters with iron armor in Qingxuan City. Why do they feel everywhere in Tongxian City?

Ji Qingbai and his son couldn't figure it out.

Everyone had no trouble along the way. After leaving the Black Mountain, they entered Tongxian City from the south gate. What caught their eyes was the huge equipment and alchemy shops in the south of the city.

It covers a very large area, has a large scale, a towering outer wall, and a strict formation. It looks magnificent and imposing.

From time to time, crisp iron hammering sounds came from inside, and bursts of rich alchemy fragrance wafted out.

Yu Chengwu and his companions were shocked beyond words.

Not only Tongxian City, but also several nearby immortal cities combined, have never had such a large-scale cultivation industry.

Yu Chengwu said in disbelief: "Are these from the Qian family?"

In just over a year, the Qian family has become so powerful?

Wouldn't they have no hope in the future?

Mo Hua shook his head, "No, it belongs to everyone!"

"Everyone?" Yu Chengwu didn't understand.

Mo Hua pointed with her little hand, and the entire southern part of the city was included in her finger, saying, "Everyone."

Yu Chengwu understood, but still felt incredible, thinking to himself, "I'm afraid I'm not dreaming..."

In a trance, he felt that this was just a dream he had when he was wandering outside, sleeping in the open, and half asleep and half awake.

In his dream, he traveled all the way and finally returned to Tongxian City.

Seeing that the demon hunters in Tongxian City were all wearing iron armor, that the scattered monks had set up equipment and alchemy shops, and that everyone had surplus spirit stones, he also smiled.

He had thought about these things before, but only in his dreams.

The scene in front of him seemed to be just the dream he had.

Mo Hua saw that he was stunned and called him, "Second Uncle Yu?"

Yu Chengwu came back to his senses, but looking at all this, he still felt a little unbelievable, thinking to himself:

"It's not a dream, is it an illusion?"

Mo Hua saw that his expression was changing and his emotions were unstable, and thought that he was homesick and couldn't help himself for a while, so he didn't bother to care about him.