Game Starts with the Scarecrow

After arriving at the Heavenly Court of the Realm, the golden-armored soldiers guarding the city gate arranged for an exclusive maid.

"My lord, my name is Xiaowei, and I am your exclusive maid! Please come with me."

A very beautiful girl in palace costume came to Mo Fan and briefly introduced herself.

Then he took Mo Fan to the city.

Mo Fan took a look and found that almost everyone who entered the city had a maid.

A lot of people seem to come here often, no surprise there.

There were some lewd lights in their eyes, and they touched the maids, but the maids just smiled and didn't care.

Knowing this situation, Mo Fan immediately felt sick to Xiao Wei in front of him.

I don't know how many times this Xiaowei has been used. Although it looks good, it gives Mo Fan a dirty feeling.

Forget it, it's just a guide, so let's just use it.

Mo Fan thought about it, and then followed Xiao Wei deep into the giant city.

"My lord, here, please follow me."

Xiao Wei brought Mo Fan to a huge palace.

After entering, Mo Fan found that many people were already seated, discussing the promotion of the realm.

When everyone saw Mo Fan coming in, they all showed surprise expressions, and even some people who were discussing stopped and kept looking at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan smiled slightly, and didn't care about everyone's gaze.

Follow Xiao Wei to the first seat in the first row, not far from the main seat.

Mo Fan asked Xiaowei with some uncertainty:

"Are you sure I'm sitting here?"

"Yes, my lord, I'm sure, I can't remember your seat wrong!"

Xiaowei replied immediately, and then made a gesture of please.

Mo Fan was not polite either, and sat down directly, while Xiao Wei stood aside very respectfully.

After everyone saw it, they immediately discussed it in a chaotic manner:

"I thought that position was reserved for Mo Wanshan, the leader of Buried Demon Cliff, but I didn't expect it to belong to this kid."

"What do you know, if it weren't for the battle of the realm, this banquet might not even be held."

"So that's the case, but that position used to belong to Mo Wanshan, and there will be a good show when Mo Wanshan comes!"

"Hehe, I don't know how to live or die. Not everyone can take that seat."

"That's right, so what if it's the first place in the realm battlefield, when the time comes, you have to obediently give up your seat."

Hearing everyone's discussion, Mo Fan frowned slightly, and glanced over coldly.

Everyone suddenly felt a chill, and their voices couldn't help but become much quieter.

At this moment, a colder chill spread in from the door.

I saw a very tall white-haired old man walking in from the outside, with a pair of small eyes very sharp.

"Mo Wanshan is here, there is a good show to watch!"

"I see how that kid died, hehe"

"Look, Mo Wanshan didn't follow the maid, but went directly there."

Following everyone's exclamation, Mo Wanshan walked straight towards Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked at the oncoming old man, and couldn't help laughing.

The location has been arranged, and it is impossible to come and grab it.

As for Mo Wanshan, as soon as he entered the hall, he realized that something was wrong. The seat he often sat was occupied by a young boy.

As the leader of Buried Devil Cliff, his strength is one of the best in the wilderness. No matter where he goes, no one dares to do something that makes him angry.

Some people even got scared when they saw him and rushed to give way to him.

Therefore, Mo Fan's behavior directly angered Mo Wanshan.

But as a big boss, it's very face-saving.

This kind of anger didn't show on his face, instead he came to Mo Fan with a smile on his face:

"Old man Mo Wanshan, this little friend has a very strange face, I don't know who he is from?"

Although Mo Wanshan was smiling, the threat in his eyes did not diminish at all, and he stared at Mo Fan fiercely.

"I'm Lu Xiaofeng's peak master, I'm sorry, I don't know what advice the Demon Master has to offer?"

Mo Fan also smiled and asked casually.

No matter what, don't reach out to hit the smiling person, let alone in Emperor Xun's territory, keep a low profile if you can.

It's just that Mo Wanshan didn't seem to appreciate it very much, and Mo Fan's attitude irritated him even more.

Mo Wanshan waved his sleeve quietly, and an invisible energy attacked Mo Fan.

Mo Fan felt it instantly, and with a light wave of his hand, an even greater energy rushed towards him.

"boom!"

A slight sound came from between the two.

And Mo Wanshan took a few steps back, and looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

Then his face flushed red, he snorted coldly, and went to the side.

The people around melon-eaters were shocked when they saw it.

They originally thought that Mo Fan could only obediently give up his seat after Mo Wanshan personally made a move.

Who knew that Mo Wanshan retreated like this, which made many people look at Mo Fan with admiration.

"I've just said, it's not that simple."

"Sure enough, I have some skills. The strength of the first place in this field battlefield seems to be worthy."

"It's not just true, I think it's much stronger than Mo Wanshan. Otherwise, why would Mo Wanshan retreat?"

"How is that possible! It's definitely not as good as Mo Wanshan. I guess Mo Wanshan didn't do anything because of Emperor Xun's face."

"Hey, look quickly, the God Master Zuo of Perishing God Valley is here!"

Following the exclamation of one person, everyone looked towards the entrance of the main hall.

Mo Fan was slightly taken aback when he heard the name, and then turned his head to look away.

I saw an old man in fine clothes walking in from the door. He was old and thin, and his whole body was as thin as a hemp pole, as if he would fall down at any time.

He was supported by the maid and walked forward slowly.

Seeing God Master Zuo's appearance, Mo Fan showed disbelief.

Divine Master Zuo is really too old, so old that at first glance, he feels that this old guy won't live long.

The only thing that surprised Mo Fan was that God Master Zuo's eyes were very bright and piercing.

He glanced at the audience, and when his gaze met Mo Fan, he couldn't help but pause for a few seconds, giving him a few meaningful glances.

This made Mo Fan feel a little guilty. Could it be that this old guy found himself on Baiyang Island?

"Master Zuo, it's really rare to see him!"

Mo Wanshan looked at Divine Master Zuo and said meaningfully.

"Magic head, long time no see!"

God Master Zuo nodded slightly, smiled, and then sat down in the first seat on the right, corresponding to Mo Fanyao.

Just sitting down, Mo Wanshan asked again:

"Master Zuo, hasn't the head of your Perishing God Valley been revived?"

"Magic head, our head will come back to life soon, so don't worry about it!"

God Master Zuo replied quietly, as if he didn't want to talk to Mo Wanshan.

Instead, he looked at Mo Fan with great interest, as if there was something worthy of his attention on Mo Fan.

And Mo Fan was also looking at Divine Master Zuo, he always felt that this Divine Master Zuo was weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

For Mo Fan, this has never happened before.