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Yang Bo shook his head and chuckled, "There's no need to rest, I'm not tired yet!"

"Fellow Taoist Muhua, you already have the Thousand-Year Purple Heart Vine in your hands, how about you give me this Thousand-Year Purple Heart Vine?"

Yang Bo looked around, stared at everyone, and said with a smile, "I see, I am the only one who needs the Thousand-Year Purple Heart Vine here. You are so advanced that you don't need it anymore!"

Mu Huayong chuckled, "Young Daoist fellow Yang are so humble. With your strength, even if you are not yet a Hedao realm monk, you are already much better than a Hedao realm monk!"

"I am the oldest here, and I have young children at home. It is inevitable that I need to prepare more. I would like to ask fellow Taoist Yang to make it easier!"

Yang Bo laughed and said, "Muhua Taoist friends have young children at home, so they are really getting older and stronger!" Mu Huayong was a little embarrassed by Yang Bo's teasing. He is a late-stage cultivator in the Hedao realm. He is already three to four hundred years old this year, which is normal.

Generally speaking, his son could be tortured to death by him. Now that he has a young child, it can only mean that he has taken a new concubine.

!

Calculating it this way, it doesn’t mean that you will get stronger with age!

Mu Huayan stood aside, very unconvinced, and snorted coldly, "Fellow Daoist Yang, my uncle is discussing with you in a nice way. This is to give you face! Don't get in trouble with your nose!"

"You have to understand clearly that with your cultivation in the God Refining Realm, you are lucky enough to be able to exchange a few words with my uncle!"

Mu Huayan felt a little annoyed. He had made a bet with his uncle. He cursed in his heart, thinking how could Yang Bo survive last night. He really hoped that someone would go up and kill Yang Bo now!

Yang Bo glanced at Mu Huayan and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Mu Huayong and continued, "Fellow Taoist Mu Hua, since we have young children at home, one thousand-year-old purple heart vine is enough. Why do we need so many more?"

"

Mu Huayong quickly calmed down. At his age, what kind of thing has he not seen before?

In fact, Yang Bo was not even a little inferior to him in terms of strength. If it weren't for the fact that every time he faced Yang Bo, it would give him a faint sense of danger, Mu Huayong wouldn't be talking to Yang Bo here!

Muhuayong smiled and said, "Since he is old and strong, he is not just a son. After all, two thousand-year-old purple heart vines are not enough!"

"Fellow Daoist Yang, are you trying to steal something from my little baby? With your strength, even breaking through to the Hedao realm is nothing more than a trivial matter!"

Yang Bo secretly scolded the other party for being shameless. He was getting thicker and thicker now that he was so old. However, he also knew that every word the other party said might not be true.

Jiang Yunhua listened to the conversation between the two and seemed to ignore him completely, but he was not anxious at all, because if Yang Bo had no problem with his head, he would definitely stand on the same front with him!

Among the three parties present, Mu Huayong is the strongest. Yang Bo and Jiang Yunhua will naturally become allies. This is inevitable!

Seeing that Yang Bo was at a disadvantage, Jiang Yunhua smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Muhua has children to take care of. We can understand that, but judging from the scene, it is Taoist Yang who needs the Thousand-Year Purple Heart Vine more!"

"I also have children to take care of, but I have always felt that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. This kind of thing cannot be forced! I support handing over the Thousand-Year Purple Heart Vine to Fellow Daoist Yang!"

Jiang Yunhua supports Yang Bo, which makes the scene a bit subtle. Originally, the three parties checked and balanced each other, but now it has become two against one. The situation has reversed, which is extremely detrimental to Mu Huayong!

Mu Huayong was extremely calm. He shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are still very young and have not considered the issue of inheritance. We people, compared to ordinary people, live longer, but it is only relatively speaking!"

"As you get older and the end of your life gets closer, people's psychology will change. Things that you didn't care about in the past will become more and more important. Just like inheritance, I definitely didn't care about it before, but now I pay attention to it.

Got it!"

"I don't have any other thoughts. I just want my children and grandchildren to go one step further than me!"

Mu Huayong is the oldest and has gray hair. When he expresses this emotion about his impending death, people can't help but sigh. This seems to be the only wish of a Qi practitioner who is about to die in this world.

Yang Bo sighed after listening to the other party's words, but he immediately realized that Mu Huayong was not that old. Isn't it too early to express such emotion?

Yang Bo turned around and saw Jiang Yunhua smiling, seemingly not affected in any way!

Mu Huayan seemed to be greatly stimulated, his eyes were red. He glared at Yang Bo and said loudly, "My uncle is already so old, and you still want to team up to bully him?

It’s intolerable and intolerable!”

"This is just a thousand-year-old Purple Heart Vine. Since everyone wants to take it down, let's see the truth behind it. Let's do it now!"

When Mu Huajiao saw his nephew say this, he couldn't hide the confusion on his face. On the one hand, he was pleased with his filial piety, but on the other hand, he felt that his nephew was too rash!

He expressed such emotion not because he wanted to confuse his nephew, but because he wanted both Yang Bo and Yang Bo to give up the fight, but he didn't expect that only his nephew would be fooled!

Before Mu Huayong could stop him, Mu Huayan had already taken the weapon and rushed forward. He took the lead in attacking Yang Bo!

Yang Bo felt bitter in his heart. His cultivation level was the lowest in the audience. Mu Huayan seemed to have recognized this and directly pinched the persimmon, but he didn't understand that what he might have encountered might be a stone!

Just as Yang Bo was about to step forward, Jiang Yunhua got in front, blocking Mu Huayan's path with a mallet in his hand, and said loudly, "Fellow Daoist Yang, don't be afraid, leave this to me!"

Jiang Yunhua swung the mallet over, and Mu Huayan quickly raised his sword to meet him!

"bite!"

With a crisp sound, Mu Huayan was almost thrown away. He pushed out for more than ten steps before Mu Huayan reached out and caught him!

Mu Huayan's hands were trembling and he almost dropped the sword in his hand. His face was pale. It was obvious that he was injured by the blow just now!

Mu Huajiao snorted coldly and turned to look at Jiang Yunhua, "What does Jiang Yunhua mean by this? Is this the big one bullying the small ones?"

"In this case, Fellow Daoist Jiang has come to give me a try. I want to see how capable Fellow Daoist Jiang is!"

Jiang Yunhua chuckled and said, "Fellow Taoist Mu Hua, is this a double standard? Doesn't it mean that when he faced Taoist Yang, he didn't use the big one to bully the small ones?"

After saying that, Jiang Yunhua looked at Yang Bo, "Fellow Daoist Yang, do you think so?"

It was impossible for Yang Bo to refute, he nodded and said, "Fellow Taoist Muhua has a profound cultivation level, much better than mine!"

Mu Huajiao was wrong, but he would never let this matter go easily. He stared at Yang Bo and said, "I had good intentions, but I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Yang would not appreciate it. Instead, he even came to bully me. You can't blame me for being rude!"

"Fellow Daoist Yang, Fellow Daoist Jiang, I ask again, do you still want this thousand-year-old purple heart vine?"
Chapter completed!