Chapter 237 Yu Chengwu (5th Update)

Yu Chengwu was slightly startled and a little annoyed.

But he thought about it and realized that 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.

Moreover, if he argued with Mo Shan's son, he would be at least one generation lower than Mo Shan in terms of his 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 was 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 lift it, but found that he couldn't lift it at all.

He pushed it 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, "Of course."

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

"Not bad." Yu Chengwu nodded, "The spiritual weapon is heavy and powerful, and the more it is swung, the greater the lethality."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Yu Chengwu suddenly asked curiously: "Why do you ask 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 little blood. It was obvious that 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 couldn't help frowning.

Mo Shan is smart, and his son is even smarter than him. He has a lot of ideas, but I don't know what he is planning.

"I'll treat you to a drink!"

Mo Hua saw the mace and had a plan in mind, so he thought of reciprocity 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 was sour and sweet, and the taste was light, something for children to drink.

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

Yu Chengwu sighed, drank 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.

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 spiritual sense scanned the surroundings, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"You can walk slowly, don't worry."

According to his spiritual sense, there are already many demon hunters around.

For Mo Hua, the presence of demon hunters around is equivalent to being in his territory. Those foreign monks who dare to chase him again are looking for death.

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

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

When the demon hunters saw Yu Chengwu and others, whether they were familiar with them or not, they would come over to say hello.

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

When these demon hunters came over, they all greeted Mo Hua first, and then exchanged a few words with him.

It would be fine if there were one or two, but now there are four or five groups of demon hunters, all of them are like this.

He even felt that these demon hunters were all here for Mo Hua, and they were just saying hello to him.

Yu Chengwu frowned, "Something's wrong."

Mo Hua was just a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Although he had good talent, he couldn't have such a good relationship with people.

These people must have said hello to Mo Hua for the sake of his father Mo Shan.

But Mo Shan's face wasn't that big.

It couldn't be that Mo Shan had successfully established his foundation...

If he had successfully established his foundation, Mo Hua was the son of a foundation-building cultivator, so others would naturally give him face.

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

His father Yu Changlin was a foundation-building cultivator, and he was also the son of a foundation-building cultivator, so others didn't give him such a big face.

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

The few waves of demon hunters who passed by, not everyone had it, but at least most of them were wearing iron armor.

This is iron armor! Where did they get it?

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 just came back.

Passing through Qingxuan City, he met Ji Qingbai. Because the two of them had some friendship, and he had always been disgusted with families that bullied others by taking advantage of their power, he helped them 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 were secretly surprised when they looked at these demon hunters.

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

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

The group had no problems along the way. After leaving Dahei 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 specification, towering outer walls, and strict formations. It looks magnificent and imposing.

From time to time, the sound of iron hammering could be heard from inside, and bursts of fragrant elixir fragrance drifted out.

Yu Chengwu and his companions were extremely shocked.

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 south of the city was included in her finger, saying: "Everyone."

Yu Chengwu understood, but still felt incredible, and thought 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 armor, that the independent monks had opened weapon and alchemy shops, and that everyone had surplus spiritual stones, a smile appeared on his face.

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 in a daze and called him, "Second Uncle Yu?"

Yu Chengwu came back to his senses, but looking at all this, he still found it hard to believe, and thought to himself:

"If it's not a dream, could it be an illusion?"

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