Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

The man in white who appeared in front of Wei Yang and others looked quite young, probably about twenty-six or seventeen years old.

Of course, it’s hard to tell what the exact age is.

But judging from his appearance and the faint vitality on his body, his age should not be too different from his appearance.

He was dressed in white as snow, with fluttering white robes, giving him a somewhat chic and elegant look.

His face is very handsome, but there is a feminine temperament in his handsomeness. His slightly thin lips are slightly pursed, and there is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Although the smile gives people a kind feeling, if it is coupled with the feminine temperament, it gives people an indescribable weird feeling.

Anyway, Wei Yang's first impression of him was that he was a little unhappy.

"Young Master!" Che Cheng bowed slightly to the man in white.

"Elder Che." The man in white nodded.

"Old You, Mr. Wei." Che Cheng also quickly explained to Wei Yang and others: "Everyone, this is a misunderstanding. This is my Black Emperor Sect's young master, named Mo Ya, and is the biological son of our sect master. This is also the person in charge of the Black Emperor Pavilion, and he has absolutely no ill intentions."

"Master." Ada also said through a message: "This Mo Ya is nearly thirty years old and has pretty good talent. It is said that everyone in the Black Emperor Sect has great expectations for him and thinks that this person is very likely to reach the level of Douzong. "

"Yeah." Wei Yang hummed.

His eyes briefly glanced at Mo Ya. He was nearly thirty years old and a six-star fighting emperor. His talent was not bad.

"Since it was a misunderstanding, that's it." Ada turned around and said in an indifferent voice: "However, I don't want this kind of misunderstanding to happen again."

"This is natural." Mo Ya raised his eyebrows vaguely, then smiled and said in a soft tone.

Che Cheng stepped forward, gently pushed open the courtyard door, turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Wei, Mr. You, you all must be tired after a long journey. Please go to the hospital to rest first."

"Guests, please go to the hospital to rest first. Mo Ya will come to visit later to apologize to you." Mo Ya also said politely.

"There's no need to apologize. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do." Wei Yang said lightly, turned around, flicked his sleeves and robe, and stepped into the courtyard.

Afterwards, Xian'er and others followed closely.

Squeak~

As the courtyard door slowly closed.

Mo Ya also slowly put down his cupped hands, looking at the closed courtyard door, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He took a gentle breath of the air, and saw the two remaining faint aromas, and a vague strange feeling flashed in his eyes.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the two graceful figures that passed by him before.

Even though the other person was covered in a wide black cloak, with his sharp eyes, he could still tell the gender of the other person based on his body shape.

Also, those two faint, completely different fragrances.

He was 100% sure that these two must be top-notch beauties.

It is said that you know a woman by her scent, and Mo Ya understands the essence of this.

But it's a pity that we can't catch a glimpse of such a beautiful woman when we meet her.

Mo Ya felt a little itchy in his heart, like being scratched by a kitten, and wanted to find out.

However, the thought of the identities of this group of people made Mo Ya afraid to have too many thoughts.

After all, this matter involves a sixth-grade peak alchemy master, and he doesn't dare to mess around.

"Young Master." Che Cheng said softly.

"Follow me." Mo Ya turned around and walked away.

On a rather secret forest path.

Mo Ya, dressed in white, and the old man in blue robe were walking in the car.

"Elder Che, what can you tell about these people?" Mo Ya asked.

"Go back to the young master." Che Cheng shook his head and frowned and replied: "I can't see anything. The five people on the other side seem to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and I don't dare to really use my senses to detect them. I’m afraid I’ll offend them.”

"You have dealt with this old man several times, but you haven't been able to find out anything about him?" Mo Ya asked with a frown.

"No, his strength should be much better than mine." Che Cheng shook his head helplessly.

"This person has cooperated with many forces, and several sixth-grade high-level elixirs leaked from his hands, and their origins are mysterious." Mo Ya muttered, "Many forces, including our Black Emperor Sect, have secretly I have explored its details and origins, but unfortunately I have found nothing."

"This person's origin is a mystery, as if he appeared out of thin air."

"Now, he is uncharacteristically coming to our Black Imperial City in a rather high-profile manner, and he also brought his so-called master with him."

"And it happened to be at this time. Could it be that they came here just for that thing?" Mo Ya whispered, as if talking to himself, and seemed to be asking Che Cheng.

"Young Master, without further delay, I think we should report this matter to the sect master immediately. As for how to make a decision, it is better to let the sect master make the decision." Che Cheng reminded.

"I know." Mo Ya glanced at Che Cheng lightly and walked away.

"I'm going to tell my father that you stay here and 'take good care of' our guests in secret."

"Yes." Che Cheng handed over his hand.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Inside the luxuriously decorated hall.

Wei Yang was wearing a loose black robe, leaning back on the chair with a slightly lazy posture, tapping the armrest with his fingers.

On the side, Qing Lin skillfully brewed tea.

There was a slight blush on her cheeks, a hint of charm between her eyebrows, and a happy smile at the corner of her mouth. The eyes that glanced at Wei Yang from time to time were full of tenderness and affection. With a hint of coquettishness.

Sometimes, she doesn't know what to think of, and a hint of shame can't help but appear in her eyes, and whenever this happens, the blush on her cheeks will become a little deeper.

On the other side, Xian'er, dressed in white, was holding a thick ancient book in his hand, sitting there quietly and reading it carefully, frowning in thought from time to time.

Below, a burly man with one horn stood straight up, a pair of lavender eyes staring straight out of the door.

Next to Dujiao, Ada, who was still covered in a wide black robe, sat cross-legged, seemingly closing his eyes to rest.

The atmosphere is very peaceful.

There were only the sounds of Qing Lin brewing tea and Wei Yang's fingers tapping the armrest, as well as the slight movement of Xian'er turning the pages of a book from time to time, and a few birds chirping from outside.

At this time.

Wei Yang's finger tapping movement suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Lin and Xian'er also stopped their movements almost at the same time and looked outside the door.

And Ada, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up.

"The person we were waiting for is here." Wei Yang chuckled.

And as his voice fell.

"Mr. Wei, I'm here to pay you a visit, Mo Tianxing." A rather polite, yet powerful voice came from outside the hospital.

In the hall.

"Master?" Ada looked at Wei Yang.

"Yeah." Wei Yang waved his hand lightly.

"Yes." Ada bowed, and immediately flashed out of the hall.

Not long after, a burst of footsteps sounded outside.

"Haha, Mr. You, you have come to our Black Emperor City many times to cooperate with our Black Emperor Sect. Unfortunately, every time you come and go in a hurry, I have never been able to find a chance to meet Mr. You in person. , it has always been a pity.”

"Today, I finally get to see the older side of my distinguished guest from the Black Emperor Sect. I finally have something to worry about, hahaha."

Before anyone arrived, a burst of hearty laughter came in first.

"I'm looking for you to trade. I'm just asking for what I need. I'm not considered a distinguished guest." Ada's indifferent voice sounded.

"Hahaha, what you said is wrong. Everyone who comes is a guest, let alone you, you, how can you not be called a distinguished guest? You know, in this black corner domain, I want to trade with you, old There are so many people.”

"Hmph, there are more of them, I'm afraid they are trying to find out my details and find the person behind me." Ada snorted, noncommittal.

"Well, there are indeed some people with ulterior motives. Dragons and snakes are mixed in this Black Corner Domain, so you don't need to mind it."

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures stepped into the hall.