Chapter 1383

"Boss, let me do it and solve this old bastard!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and came to Mo Wentian's side.

Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiao Jiao said with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"Don't cause unnecessary trouble!"

The indifferent voice sounded, but a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but looking at Mo Wentian's appearance, when he reached his mouth, he swallowed it back.

"Youdu Xiu, get back!"

On the opposite side of Mo Wentian, you Qin Yu drank coldly, looking at Youdu Xiu's appearance that he was about to make a move.

"Young master, this boy can win you three tricks. He is playing tricks..."

With you Qinyu's words, Youdu Xiu stopped in an instant.

But his heart was full of reluctance. He wanted to kill Mo Wentian. Only in this way could he find the dignity of his Youlong family.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by you Qinyu.

"Ben Shao lost the game and admitted defeat as a willing gambler!"

"This flame magic gun is yours!"

You Qinyu looked at Mo Wentian, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Although his words were like this, the cold light in his eyes flickered endlessly.

"Young Lord, this flame magic gun is used by the clan leader for your self-defense. You can't..."

Hearing the speech, Youdu Xiu suddenly became nervous and hurriedly said.

"The young master has his own plan, and it's not your turn to manage!"

The indifferent voice sounded, and you Qinyu drank coldly.

"You long Shaozhu, I didn't expect you to be a man of faith!"

"Then thank you for the flame magic gun of the young master of Youlong!"

"Don't worry, this flaming magic gun is in the hands of the emperor, and the emperor will make good use of it!"

At this time, Mo Wentian stepped forward and looked at you Qin Yu with a smile on his face.

But in that discourse, there was irony.

With that, Mo Wentian directly stretched out his hand and waited for you Qin Yu to hand over the flame God gun.

"Boss, will this Youlong young master really give you this flame magic gun?"

Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.

"In full view of the public, he just doesn't want to pay that!"

"Unless he is shameless and doesn't want to mix in this Tianji mountain!"

Don't ask the sky. A smile spreads instantly.

"Young Lord, you can't hand it over. This flame divine gun is a peerless artifact of our Youlong clan!"

"Yes, young Lord, if you give it to this boy, then this boy's strength will be stronger, which is even more disadvantageous for our Youlong clan!"

"Young Lord, please think twice!"

"Young Lord, you must not give the flame magic gun to this boy!"

……

Looking at Mo Wentian, who stretched out his hand, countless Youlong disciples instantly dissuaded him.

Listening to the sound of discussion, you Qinyu shook up.

These disciples of the Youlong clan are right. If he gave Mo Wentian the flame divine gun, with this flame divine gun in hand, Mo Wentian's strength must be much stronger than before.

In this way, his original plan to give Mo Wentian the flame divine gun, but he secretly killed Mo Wentian again, and his plan to take back the flame divine gun will come to naught.

Thinking like this, a flash of light flashed in Youqin Yu's eyes, and the hand holding the flame God gun stretched out half, but it was instantly retracted.

"What?"

"Young master Youlong, are you unwilling to lose the bet?"

Looking at you Qinyu's hand back, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold light and drank coldly.

Hearing the words, you Qinyu didn't answer.

"You long Shaozhu, this person still needs to have the credit of being a person, otherwise, my Qingyin will only look down on you!"

And at this time, in the eyes of the pure voice saint, a trace of light passed, depressing the voice of the Tao.

You Qinyu, who was originally shaken in his heart, flashed a complex light in his eyes when he heard Qingyin's words.

Qingyin saint, in his heart, his status is different from others.

He you Qin Yu can behave badly in front of anyone, but he can't let Qingyin Saint despise him in front of Qingyin saint.

"Qingyin, you are wrong!"

"I lost when I lost, not to mention, it's just a flame magic gun, and I can afford to lose!"

At the next moment, you Qin Yu unexpectedly looked at the virgin of Qingyin, and raised a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, which was very indifferent in his voice.

On the surface, he pretended to be indifferent, but in fact, you Qinyu's heart was already stormy.

"In that case, the Youlong young master will give the flame divine gun to the emperor!"

"If you get into the hands of the emperor as soon as possible, the emperor will be familiar with it as soon as possible!"

Looking at you Qinyu's pretended indifference, Mo Wentian laughed.

"Don't ask the sky. This flame magic gun is a little hot. You should take it well and don't lose it!"

Hearing the words, deep in Qin Yu's eyes, there was a flash of fierce eyes.

Immediately, he handed the torch directly to Mo Wentian.

"Boy, give the flame divine gun to the emperor, and the power of the divine soul will not be eliminated!"

"Do you still want to go back in the hands of the emperor?"

As soon as the flame God gun arrived, Mo Wentian found that the power of Youqin Yu's spirit on the flame God gun increased several times compared with before.

Don't think Mo Wentian knows that you Qin Yu wants to give Mo Wentian the flame divine gun in front of everyone.

In this way, his dignity was preserved in front of the Youlong disciples.

Then wait for Mo Wentian to take away the flame divine gun, and he will use the power of his divine soul to take it back.

However, don't ask heaven how he will succeed.

In front of Mo Wentian, the spirit of a small emperor's peak is just a mole of ants.

"Don't worry, young master Youlong. This flame God gun will be used well by the emperor. After all, it is already the emperor's!"

The indifferent voice sounded.

The next moment, Mo Wentian actually stretched out his hand and wiped it directly on the flame God gun.

As Mo Wentian stretched out his hand, the power of the spirit of you Qin Yu disappeared in an instant on the flame magic gun.

"This... How is this possible?"

Suddenly, a startling sound sounded.

You Qinyu looked at Mo Wentian's flaming magic gun, and his eyes were full of awe.

He couldn't believe that the power of the spirit of his emperor's peak reached Mo Wentian's hand and was directly erased.

You know, Mo Wentian is just a warrior in the realm of the emperor's perfection, and he is Youqin Yu, but the realm of the emperor's peak is only one step away from the emperor's perfection.

"You long young master, what's the matter with you?"

"How is it possible?"

Looking at you Qinyu's imposing appearance, Mo Wentian pretended not to know anything, frowned slightly, and asked with a puzzled face.

It was full of confusion, as if he really didn't know anything.