Even if there were only twelve separate formations and twelve level six peak generals, although he thought his strength had greatly improved during this period of time, Mo Xun still knew that he could not handle it.
“It’s you!”
The curtain in front of Xu Luo was blown open by the wind, revealing a figure who was folding paper.
"Greetings, Uncle Su Wen!"
Mo Xun saluted.
Xu Luo stood up, walked out of the car, and returned the greeting leisurely.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still as charming as ever. I haven't thanked you for showing mercy that day."
As Mo Xun spoke, he pulled his stunned junior sister.
The woman didn't expect that there was such a young boy in the carriage.
Especially after knowing that this was Xuan Sushan's uncle, he felt very embarrassed.
Although she is unruly, she is not a person who does not know the big picture.
Hearing Mo Xun's words, he hurriedly saluted.
After Xu Luo returned the gift, he looked at the two of them.
"I don't want to meet you here."
"Is Uncle Master also coming down the mountain because of the Yanming meeting?"
Mo Xun was curious.
In his opinion, with Xu Luo's strength, no one among the recent disciples could be his match.
The reason for this is that although he has only been in the Tao for a short time, he has actually been to many places, and the disciples of the same period who are practicing the spirit cultivation have also paid a lot of attention to him, so he naturally knows the level of people from other sects.
Facing Xu Luo, who has a complete first-class Taoist soldier, there is no chance of winning.
This is referring to the present, compared to Xu Luo before.
I’m afraid Xu Luo’s strength has improved again now.
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